Gun Fury Page #4

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I'm not about to now.

If you change your mind, just call out.

That'll do it.

Where is she?

You look very much alive for a dead man.

What'd they do with my girl?

Slayton decided to keep her.

- Where are they headed?

- Mexico.

Where in Mexico?

- Think you got a prayer against that outfit?

- Where are they taking her?

There's a price for that information.

I go with you.

Slayton did that?

I didn't tie myself up.

I don't have to ask you why.

You tried to keep us off that coach.

You can thank me while we ride.

You can't ride,

and I ain't got any time to wait for you.

We need each other, Warren.

I'm going to help you get your girl...

and you're going to help me get Slayton.

That horse is going to have to carry

both of us...

if you want any information from me.

There's a sheep camp.

Light and rest awhile.

That's a lot of weight

for one horse to be carrying, ain't it?

How about selling us one of yours?

We got a sorrel you can have,

$50, saddle and all.

I'll take it.

We're after the Slayton gang.

We could use some guns and ammunition.

Put a bridle on that sorrel.

Let them have some guns.

Some riders passed us last night.

Our fires was lit, but they stayed clear.

How long ago?

Seven, eight hours. Headed southwest.

They weren't riding fast, though.

They held up a stage yesterday.

Killed three men

and carried off one of the passengers.

The girl I was going to marry.

We could use some help.

Believe me, there's nothing we'd like more,

all of us.

But we just can't up and leave these sheep.

Couldn't some of your men come along

with us? lt'd make a big difference.

Mister, if you know anything about sheep,

you know we can't spare a hand just now.

How much do we owe you?

$50 for the horse

and about $78 for the guns.

- It'll take that much to replace them.

- Get used to the idea.

It's just two of us now, and it'll just be

two of us when we catch up with them.

Sorry we couldn't help you more.

- Would you like some water, ma'am?

- No, thank you.

We'll be stopping soon.

We went by a town back there.

Why didn't you let me go?

And have half the population after me?

lt'd take me till nightfall to ride back there.

You'd be safe.

I can't do that, Miss Ballard.

Why? Why can't you let me go?

When I first saw you, it brought back things

I hadn't thought of in years.

Richmond, the ladies in fancy dresses...

garden parties, dances.

It gets lonely out here for someone like me.

The only women are the ones you find

in saloons, and they're not my kind.

- You are.

- Am I?

You're a murderer.

No more than the man

you were gonna marry.

You wouldn't call him a murderer.

Yet he killed in the war to live.

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