Cahill Page #3

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You can't...

Daniel?

Daniel.

What the hell is he doing in here?

- Drunk and disorderly.

- Yeah! Drinking and fighting.

With them.

Looks like you were kind of overmatched.

It was a friendly fight.

I've never been in one of them.

What are you doing in town, you...

Come here.

All right. I know where you are.

Where's your kid brother?

He's around.

Around?

Isn't he going to school?

- Sometimes.

- Sometimes?

How's he gonna get a proper education

going to school "sometimes"?

Instead of raising Ned, you ought

to be raising that brother of yours.

Ain't you got no sense of responsibility?

Your mother, God rest her soul...

seen to it you could read and write...

could do your ciphers proper.

The least you could do

is the same for your kid brother.

Why?

Why?

I ain't his pa.

Yeah.

Marshal, you should have seen...

You're fired.

Billy Joe.

Where you going?

Come here.

Hello, Budger.

Hello, Pa.

You're bleeding again.

Yeah.

Seems like every time you show up,

you been bleeding.

Yeah.

Only sometimes it's hard to remember

when the last time you showed up was.

I'll admit it's been a while.

J.D.

Hello, Hank. You have a good rest?

Where did you come from?

Where the hell is Grady?

What's the matter?

Did I say something wrong?

Come on, Hank, if Grady's drunk,

it won't be the first time.

Grady's been killed, J.D.

For the first time.

Marshal, good to see you, but I...

Any luck?

No, sir.

I brought you a couple of guests.

The sheriff from Dawson City

will pick them up in a day or so.

I'm awfully sorry about Sheriff Grady.

I know he was a friend of yours.

Yeah.

I'm not gonna...

mourn for him.

He lived a good life.

Guess there's no good way to die, so...

Tell me what happened.

Pretty sketchy.

All Kane said before he died was,

"Four men wearing yellow slickers."

Grady got shotgunned,

and I pulled a knife out of Jim Kane.

They broke in the back door of the bank

with sledgehammers.

We rode a 30-mile circumference...

with a 20-man posse,

including two Apaches.

No tracks.

That's impossible,

unless they're still in town.

No, sir, Mr. Cahill. No strangers.

Some local ranchers, some cowboys...

maybe not as sweet as scrubbed angels...

but in public view when it happened,

no strangers.

How about them?

They was in jail when it happened.

That right, Daniel?

That's right.

Pity.

Mr. Gordine,

when will you let us out of here?

Drunk and disorderly

is usually about 24 hours.

I guess now is a good a time as any.

I'm gonna make a little trip.

Take a day or two.

Will you hold them till I get back?

I can't do that, Marshal.

No cause.

Suit yourself.

Daniel.

- Yes, sir.

- Gonna deputize you.

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