Last Train from Gun Hill Page #3

- You haven't changed, except for this.

- Yeah.

Aw, the heck with it. Here.

We'll drink to old times and friendship.

You know, I don't think I've made

a friend since you and me split up.

I've... l've bought a few, though.

Come on, sit down.

Hey... who'd ever think

that you'd turn out to be a marshal?

I finally figured out

the other side didn't pay.

To the law.

Matt.

I wish you'd joined me when I wanted

you to. I've got these parts sewed up.

I'll tell you what,

you can still be a partner.

- No, thanks. I like what I'm doing.

- Yeah?

I got this whole spread, I got nobody left

but Rick. That's my boy. My wife died.

- I didn't know.

- Nine years ago. That's the way it goes.

You work all your life for something and

then the reason you wanted it is gone.

- Here, let me give you another drink.

- Craig, tell me about that saddle.

Rick borrowed it. He was going

to Dodge City, he and his friend Lee.

They stopped at Pawley for a drink.

When they come out, the horses

was gone and my saddle, too.

- What day was that?

- Let me see, that was last Sunday.

- That's the day my wife was killed.

- Your wife?

Those fellas that got your saddle

murdered my wife.

- That's why I want them.

- Gee, I'm sorry, Matt.

Here I been talking about

a couple of damn horses.

No wonder you're after them. Anything

you need, you know where to come.

I'll ride with you.

You know, I was in my office

straight through the day that it happened.

It's funny your son didn't report

those stolen horses.

Probably never thought to. Nobody here

goes to a marshal, they all come to me.

- Yeah.

- Do you have anything to go on?

They could walk in here,

you wouldn't know them.

I wouldn't know them both, but...

I'd know one of them.

Well, that's better. How?

My wife got him across the face

with the lash. Petey was there.

Petey?

I got a son, too.

Nine years old and he was there, Craig.

Petey says she laid his cheek

open to the bone.

Well, that's something.

You know, a cut like that

would leave a mark for quite some time.

Yeah, I guess it would.

I think I'd better have a talk

with your son Rick and his friend.

Well, they're not here. They couldn't

tell you any different than they told me.

They was in a bar in Pawley,

and their animals got stole, that's all.

- Is that what your boy told you?

- Well, that's what they both told me.

- Which one's got the cut, Craig?

- What?

The mark where my wife lashed him

before they raped and murdered her.

- What are you talking about?

- Your son. He's a liar.

- Matt...

- He's a liar!

We got two saloons in Pawley.

They're both closed on Sunday.

Maybe I got it wrong.

Maybe it wasn't Sunday. How do I?

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