Coroner Creek Page #3

You made a deal, mister.

Here's to an easy saddle

and good riding, friend.

May your boots never get dusty

and your guns never get rusty.

Longfellow, huh?

- I reckon.

How are you, boys?

Hello, Jack.

Step up, men, first round's on me.

Take care of the boys at the card table.

- Sure, Ernie.

Hello, Danning.

Oh, now, Jack, you know better.

Get that stuff with the beat on it.

The best is none too good for

my friends. That's a little better.

Must be lush country when ranch hands

can toss money around like that.

Ranch hands, ha! They're Younger

Miles personal gun hands.

Them's the fellas

what's keepin him in business.

This Miles must be pretty big around

here. What kind of a man is he?

Judge for yourself,

he's coming in the door now.

Set them up again, Jack,

a special for the boss.

That fellow Danning around?

- Over in the corner with Andy.

'Big, strong, yellow hair, blue eyes,

and a scar on his right cheek.'

I'm Younger Miles.

Ernie says you can't make up

your mind about working for me.

That's what I told him.

Ernie wants to buy you a drink.

- Huh?

Oh, I see.

When I pay a man I expect him to be

loyal enough to keep his mouth shut.

And if you don't pay him?

He still gets paid, some other way.

Hey, you there, you know Mrs Miles?

- Sure.

I took her home last night,

she was drunk.

Dead drunk.

Alright, everybody. I'm serving a

notice on all you evildoers to make

yourselves scarce 'cause

the majesty of the Law just arrived.

Well, just in time!

- Yes, Sheriff, just in time.

How's that lovely daughter of mine, Miles?

- Abbie's fine, Sheriff.

We were just talking about her.

- Good. You couldn't talk about a nicer girl.

I've never seen you before,

you're a stranger, aren't you?

Welcome to Coroner Creek.

I'm Sheriff O'Hea. Any friend

of Miles is a friend of mine.

Come over and have a drink with us.

- Some other time, Sheriff.

Why'd you let him get away with it?

He wanted me to draw.

I wonder why?

'Yes?'

- May I see you a moment?

Who is it?

- I'm Della Harms.

I said, what do you want?

- I wonder if you could help me?

- I doubt it.

I need a man to run my ranch.

- Not interested.

The work wouldn't be too hard.

- Sorry.

So am I. After all, I suppose it was

foolish of me to think

you'd be interested in my fight

with Younger Miles.

Wait, who did you say you were?

Della Harms.

- Why do you particularly

want me to work for you?

I heard you talking to Miles,

he's never taken that from any man.

That's why I thought you'd be

the one to stop the Rainbow crowd.

Stop it?

- Yes, stop Younger Miles. He came here with

money and it's given him means to make more.

The stage line, Rainbow Ranch, now

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