The Man from Laramie Page #2

It's for your own good.

Now take the boys and

get back to the ranch.

Say "please."

Please.

If you turn up around here again, you

won't need mules to carry you away.

All right, let's go.

I want to thank you.

- Is this your gun?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry about this.

I figure you've had a bellyful of these

parts and are anxious to get out of here.

I figure this place owes me something

and I'm going to make it pay.

Let me straighten you out, mister.

We've got enough trouble around

here with the Apaches and Dave.

Don't you go starting any.

That's what I owe you boys, with a

little extra to get you back to Laramie.

- Thanks, Mr. Lockhart. So long.

- So long.

Looks like the end of our freight

line, doesn't it, Charlie?

How about you, Mr. Lockhart?

You heading back to Fort Laramie?

- Fort Laramie?

- Ain't that where you come from?

I come from Laramie. I didn't

say anything about a fort.

I figured you were an army man.

No, I'm heading back to town.

I liked working for you, Mr. Lockhart.

I sort of hate to leave you.

Maybe this won't be the

kind of work you like.

If it's got to do with who's selling

repeating rifles to the Apaches...

I'd like to help.

I've got a personal stake in

finding this man. What's yours?

I've always been a nosey man.

While you're in town, I'll head up

north and poke my big nose around.

Up north? That's

Apache land up there.

In my case, that's not so

dangerous. My mother was one.

I've got a lot of relatives up there.

I might pick up a little information.

What are you sticking your

neck out for, Charlie?

I'm a lonely man, Mr.

Lockhart. So are you.

I don't suppose we spoke ten

words coming down here...

but I feel that I know you.

And I like what I know.

All right, Charlie.

Come on. I'll help

you up on that mule.

There we go.

- See you.

- Be seeing you.

- Mr. Lockhart.

- 'Evening.

I thought you'd gone

back to Laramie.

I had a little mix-up with some

gentlemen from the Barb ranch.

- They accused me of trespassing.

- Trespassing?

Just who does own those

salt lagoons, anyway?

I suppose they are part of the Barb,

but nobody's made a point of it before.

They sure made a point

of it this afternoon.

They burned my wagons

and shot my mules.

They seemed to know exactly

where to find me, too.

Don't blame me for what happened.

I warned you about the lagoons.

You warned me about the Apache.

You didn't mention the Barb.

The fellow that caused the trouble

was named Dave. Do you know him?

He's my cousin.

Your cousin?

Some cousin.

You don't choose your relatives.

This is the most unfriendly

country I've ever been in.

Why's everyone so touchy?

It's a one-man country and

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