Buchanan Rides Alone

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Hey, Lew!

You want to check this one?

- LEW:
He don't look like much. Hey mister!

-Morning.

LEW:
Ride over here

and get off your horse.

He told you to get down.

- What for?

-l'll ask the questions.

Go ahead. I can hear you fine,

right from where I'm sitting.

Mister, I don't want to have

to shoot you off that horse.

And I sure wouldn't

want you to, Sheriff.

Check his saddle bags first.

Wasting your time.

Only thing I've got on me's worth

a hoot is this here gun belt.

Sheriff, give me the price of

a good meal and a night's lodging

and you can have this whole caboodle.

- What do you say?

-(HOOFBEATS)

Somebody chasing you, Roy?

You do that on purpose, Lafe.

Why don't you grow up, Roy?

(LAUGHTER)

What's the matter with him?

Same old thing, getting himself

in trouble across the line.

- Where you heading, mister?

-West Texas.

West Texas! Ha!

I should have knowed it!

You know one West Texan can

always spot another West Texan

by the way he sets his horse,

or walks down the street.

Or totes his gun.

I'm from West Texas. Name's Pecos.

- Glad to know you.

-This one ain't carrying nothing, Lew.

We get enough drifters coming across

the border with nothing in their pockets.

I wouldn't linger in Agry Town

if I was you.

I ain't gonna linger no place

until I get back where I belong.

You're the man to see.

I want to get a room.

Cost you ten dollars. In advance.

Well, I'm not staying a week,

I just want a room for the night.

Well, it will still

cost you ten dollars.

I know I've got some tens

in here somewhere. I...

I could change one of them

fifties for you, sir.

- You sure it wouldn't be too much trouble?

-Oh, not at all, sir.

- There you are, Mr, er...?

-The name's Buchanan.

Your room is the first one

at the head of the stairs, sir.

I'll use it later.

Where can I get something to eat?

They'll fix you up with a good

steak across at the saloon.

Oh, Mr Buchanan,

a border town ain't no place

to go walking around

carrying a lot of money on you.

I'd advise you to leave it

with me in the safe.

It's safe right where it is.

Be sure to tell Nacho

that Amos Agry sent you.

You related to him?

He's my brother.

The Sheriff's my brother too.

His name's Lew Agry.

Looks like you got

mighty high connections.

Morning, dad.

ROY".

Don't you ever do that again!

WOMAN:
I'll do it every time you go

chasing across the border.

-L'll settle for a lot but not another woman.

- What are you talking about?

- Where'd you get those scratches?

-I rode through some brush.

Looks like you tried to ride through

some Mexican wildcat.

Why, y0u...!

ROY:
If you wanna live,

you get me that bottle of whiskey.

I can't do it, Roy, your father

gave me strict orders.

Get me that bottle or

I'll come back and take it!

- I can't do it, Roy.

-How about me?

I was told I could get some whiskey

and a good steak here.

You watch out who

you're pushing, mister.

Just looked like your arguing

wasn't getting you anywhere,

and I'm a mighty hungry man.

I don't want no steak

that's out and out raw,

I want the middle on the red side...

This ain't a very friendly town.

If I was you,

I'd get out of here quick.

That was Roy Agry

you just hit, mister.

Ain't there anybody in this town

that ain't an Agry?

Please go, sefior.

While I'm waiting for that steak,

I'll buy a bottle. Of that one.

What I don't drink I'll take with me.

- How much?

-Ten dollars.

- The steak?

-Ten dollars.

Good thing I'm only staying

over the night.

Sure is a ten dollar town.

Hey, kid! How about a shot of this?

Maybe you need it.

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