Go West Page #3

I don't know what's the matter.

I dig and dig, and the hole gets no bigger.

- I'm moving on.

- Yeah, but how about the gold?

There ain't no gold here.

I've been working Dead Man's Gulch

off and on for 40 years.

I'm convinced.

Mr. Wilson, why don't you quit?

I've got a little granddaughter

who's gotta be taken care of...

- and I won't last forever.

- Where you going?

I'll get a job until I get a grubstake,

and then I'll try again somewhere.

How much is a grubstake?

I reckon about $10 would see me through.

- We give you the $10.

- No, I couldn't take it.

But we got lots of money.

Then I'll take it, but it's just a loan.

That's all right.

Come on, Rusty, give him the $10.

No strings attached.

- Here you are.

- You gotta take some security...

and I ain't got no security

except a deed to Dead Man's Gulch.

- No, we no take your land.

- I'd feel better if you took it.

I don't reckon it's worth $10, though.

A fellow named Turner sold it to me

about 40 years ago.

Got me for my last cent.

If you boys meet up with any Turner

in this territory, shoot first.

First we steal his gun, then we shoot.

And, boys, when you get to Birch City...

look in on my little granddaughter,

will you?

And tell her

her old granddad will be back soon.

We'll tell her.

Let's go back to work. Come on.

Indians? You're crazy.

There's no Indians around here.

You can't walk around like that.

What do you think of it, Mr. Turner?

Now, Grandpa, stop glaring at Terry.

The Turners aren't as bad as you think.

Not all of them, anyway.

Darling!

- Darling, you've been gone a million years.

- Just three weeks.

- You were a million miles away.

- Only 2,000. Just to New York.

This is wrong.

You're a Turner and I'm a Wilson.

You should hate me and I should hate you.

Say, that sounds convincing.

- You mean it?

- Of course.

This much.

Do you hate me?

Yes. This much.

Hate me some more.

Terry, you really shouldn't be here.

If Grandpa ever sees you around...

Your grandpa won't be able to see

enough of me when he gets the $50,000.

- Fifty thousand what?

- Dollars, from the railroad company.

I sold them Dead Man's Gulch.

You sold Dead Man's...

I had a hunch,

and I followed it to New York.

I convinced the New York and Western...

a road through Dead Man's Gulch

would save them a fortune.

If that don't square things

between our families...

then your grandpa is a man

who just loves to hate.

But I love to hate.

I promise to hate, honor,

and obey you the rest of my life.

Eve, before I take you up on that...

I gotta fix it with your grandpa.

Where is he?

- Out in the desert, I guess.

- I've got to find him.

But not just yet.

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