Copper Canyon

Now, if the young lady

will open her eyes

and examine

the spots on the card.

They're gone!

But not your fingers, I hope.

No...

Ladies and gentlemen,

any of you can shoot the spots

from playing cards,

given a steady hand,

keen eyes, iron nerves...

and 12 years of practice.

My gratitude

for your assistance.

And to show my appreciation,

I'd like to present you

with these beautiful earrings.

I was told that

they once belonged

to the grand padishah

of Hindustan.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Carter.

Thank you.

You're very welcome; thank you.

Now, would another intrepid soul

step forward

to assist in a demonstration

which has astounded the crowned

heads of 11 countries?

Anyone will do.

No harm can possibly

come to you.

Aha, I see I have a candidate.

That's the spirit, young fellow.

Up the steps

right onto the stage.

Bring your feet with you.

Stand there.

Take this deck of cards.

While my back is turned,

choose one...

any card will do.

Do you have it?

Yes, sir.

Show it to the audience.

What do you think?

Sure enough resembles him.

Exceptin' the time I seen him,

he had whiskers.

Well, the best thing is

to catch him outside.

Now put it back in the deck.

Now watch closely.

In my left hand

I have the deck of cards,

in my right, the personal

throwing weapon

of the late Colonel James Bowie.

With its help, I shall endeavor

to discover the card

in question.

Well, I'll be!

The ace of hearts.

Here he comes.

Colonel Desmond?

Colonel Desmond?

You gentlemen speaking to me?

We were.

Afraid there must be

some mistake.

The name is Johnny Carter.

Ah, no it ain't.

I couldn't forget you, Colonel.

Our outfit fought

right alongside of you

at Forest Ridge.

Just a minute, Scamper.

Maybe introductions

are in order,

Mr., uh, Carter.

This is Mr. Newton,

Sergeant Joad,

and I'm Jeb Bassett.

All formerly of

the Ninth Virginia.

How do you do?

You were in the Confederate

Army, Mister... Carter?

Why, yes.

Yes, I was.

Good.

We want to make you

a proposition.

We need a man like you

where we live... Coppertown...

to keep us from losing

our claims.

I know nothing about mining.

The mines are all right.

There's something else.

We're being frozen out

because we're Southerners.

Coppertown's smelter

won't buy our ore.

We've had accidents

in the mine.

Three men killed already.

When one of us tries

to take ore to Mesa City,

something always happens

to him or his wagon.

What about the law?

Get away from me,

you overgrown jackrabbit.

The law's against us, too,

won't raise a finger to help.

That's why we need a man like

you, Colonel... er, Mr. Carter...

as a leader and...

Law breaker?

Let's say someone

who can face up to the law

if it isn't doing right.

What in tarnation do you want?

Chewing tobacco, Sergeant.

Chewing tobacco?

Why-why, I never heard

of anything like...

What brand?

Here you are.

Well, gentlemen,

it's true I was in the war,

but as a corporal.

But now I'm a peaceful man,

following a peaceful occupation.

I'm sorry, but I must refuse

your invitation.

Good night.

Colonel?

We were told to give you

a special message

from the man who brought us

out here...

Mr. Theodosius Roberts,

formerly of

Beardsville, Virginia.

Name's unfamiliar.

We got the wrong man, Jeb.

I guess you're right.

Nothing on earth could

keep Colonel Desmond

out of the fracas we got.

Let's mosey.

Keep away from me, will ya?

Hi, Travis.

Why aren't you fellows

working?

Ain't you heard?

Show people coming to town.

Pretty gals!

Figurin' on greetin' them,

make them feel at home.

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