Forty Guns Page #2

a man needs plenty of help.

Cowmen have a way of

lyin' about their herds.

Yeah. It gets pretty tough sometimes

dodging Apaches when you have to...

serve writs of attachment on outlying

ranches and mines and sawmills.

Uh, you here on official business?

Yes, I guess you do have

your hands full at that.

Thinkin' of pounding

the hills for a little silver?

Right now, I'm thinking

of pounding out a telegram.

Oh, well, this is the place

right here to do it.

Tex'll take care of you.

Tex, a friend of mine...

wants to send a message.

I seen you make the walk, Mr. Bonell.

A little slower than that stroll

you took in Dodge City.

Would you send that, please?

Uh, "To Nicholas Bonell."

I was in the cavalry with a

Captain Nick Bonell in '47 in Mexico.

He got hit in the leg

and was invalid at home.

- That was, uh, 34 years ago.

- He's my father.

- Is the leg any better?

- It will be when he gets that telegram.

"Nicholas Bonell, Colton, California.

"All in good health.

"Chico leaving Saturday.

"Will write after we

complete our business here.

- Signed, Griff and Wes."

- Thank you.

Well, Mr. Bonell,

anything I can do for you, I'll be here.

Thank you, Mr. Logan.

Just a little bump

on the head, Jessica.

Where's the man who

assaulted my brother?

- I barreled him.

- Why isn't he locked up?

There was no charges against him.

You know who he is.

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Bonell's talents.

A legal killer for hire.

I'm surprised a man of his caliber

would put his brand on a calf.

That calf was old enough to put

a.45 slug in a blind man's leg.

- Blind?

- That's right.

What are the charges

against Brockie Drummond?

- Disturbing the peace.

- Disturbing the peace?

He shot a man

who wouldn't draw on him.

- Did you see it?

- No, but everybody knows it.

The Honorable District and Circuit Court,

County of Cochise is now in session.

Since no warrant was issued

for the arrest of the prisoner,

the argument was a personal one.

The prisoner produced signatures

of eyewitnesses swearing

he shot in self-defense.

Brockie Drummond, this court finds

you guilty of disturbing the peace.

A $50 fine. Release the prisoner,

his guns and his horse.

Court now stands adjourned.

No wonder Marshal Chisholm

never gave us any trouble.

He couldn't see.

Why did you shoot him?

- Was it over that half-breed?

- I don't know what you mean.

I don't want an unbranded calf in my corral

because of your carelessness...

and I'm tired of paying

for your mistakes.

- Did she get to you?

- Of course she did. They all do.

You'll wind up with a woman

in every placita and a calf in every corral.

- Give me your gun.

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