Bandolero!

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A couple of saddle tramps just rode in.

Looks like they're stopping

at the Lost Love.

But they're not going in.

Yes, sir, I know, I know.

You people are thieves.

Did you know that?

I've been paying interest so long,

I plumb forgot what the capital is.

Nobody forced you to come in...

Force?

Did you hear that? "Force"?

Me with a wife, a mule, two Leghorn

roosters looking for a hen...

...and six young ones to feed,

and all this fool can say is "force"?

- It'll be a cold day in...

Never mind the hard stuff.

We'll just take the paper.

Come on, come on, give me your gun.

This is force, mister.

Get out!

Cort!

Drop it!

Pick it up. Don't let me stop you.

Come out! Drop them!

Don't look too good, does it, Bishop?

Roscoe, go open up the cells. Cort...

...you and Hawkins

help me cover them.

If one of them even spits,

blow his head off.

I need a doctor.

- You ain't hurt. Move!

They shot Nathan Stoner

and killed one of my clerks.

Get your hands up.

John, get Doc Curtis over here

right away.

Bishop, you and one other

in that first cell on the right.

- In there, old man.

Pa.

I figured you'd hit me a turn

one of these days, Bishop.

When they write about you...

...they'll call Val Verde

your end of the line.

Well, I've never seen anything so bad

that a little money or talk can't settle.

You can talk till you're blue

in the face if you've a mind to.

I'm a different kind of sheriff

than you've been used to.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Means you can't beg, borrow, steal...

...buy, break or pray

your way out of my jail.

July!

Nathan Stoner just died.

Roscoe, you men search them

and take their gun belts.

All right, let me have them.

Give me a Rosebud, will you?

Coming up.

Say, have you heard about any jobs

to be had around San Anton?

No, and a hundred others have asked

me the same thing since sundown.

Uh-huh. Who do I see about

getting a cot tonight?

- Me, if you got 50 cents.

- Fifty?

The sign over there says

That's when things are slow.

- It's kind of steep.

- No laughing, no talking...

...no singing, no drinking

and no snoring and no spitting.

Right through that door,

and don't step on anyone.

I wanna bed down the horse.

Is there a livery handy?

Across the street.

He charges 60 cents.

Well, that seems fair enough.

Seems to me like you could stand

a good scrubbing yourself.

Water washes away

a man's protection...

...lets miseries into his body,

and I'm too old to take chances.

If what you're saying's true,

you're the best-protected man in town.

Well, I ain't sick, never been sick

and don't intend to be sick. Next!

Now, if you're gonna shave,

I'll fill a pan...

...but if you ain't, I won't.

- Fill the pan.

They tell me you're a hangman.

They told you right, friend.

Left Oklahoma City three weeks ago

and headed for Val Verde, Texas.

This'll be one of the biggest jobs

I've had in years:

The Bishop gang.

Judge found them guilty as sin.

Sentenced them to hang

high as a Georgia pine.

Good for the state of Texas too

when they're out of the way.

- How many did they catch?

They killed one, caught five.

Ex-Quantrill men, mostly.

Leastways, Bishop is.

Be the first Texans I ever hung.

I plan to enjoy it.

Hey, bring my clothes over here,

will you?

- Ain't you gonna shave?

- No.

What in the worid...?

Can't make up their mind.

I can't stand it...

...I've gotta keep this place

spick-and-span.

A fella can't even make up his mind...

Afternoon.

- Howdy.

Get down and set a spell, friend.

Got more fish here if you're hungry.

Mighty generous of you.

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