Last Train from Gun Hill Page #4

Which one's got the cut, Craig?

It was your boy, wasn't it?

- No, Matt.

- Wasn't it?

- No, Matt, it wasn't.

- I'll find out, Craig.

If it takes me years, I'll find him.

And he'll still have that cut.

Suppose I could locate them for you?

I'd take them both back to Pawley.

They'll stand trial for rape and murder.

Matt, you're my best friend.

I'd do anything in the world for you.

But leave that boy alone.

This is my son you're talking about.

- No. It's my wife we're talking about.

- You don't lay a finger on that boy!

You're leaving on the next train. I own

the sheriff, this town and every man in it.

You're leaving on the next train, Matt.

All right, Craig, the last train leaves

at nine o'clock. I'll be on it.

But there'll be two men with me, and

one of them'll have a cut on his cheek.

Beero!

- Sheriff Bartlett?

- Why do you want him?

I've got two John Doe warrants

to serve here.

- It's customary to tell the local officer.

- It won't be necessary in this case.

It's customary to cooperate...

We've got our own customaries.

Anyway, the sheriff ain't around.

- When's he coming back?

- He ain't coming back.

- What are you? Deputy?

- Don't matter much what you call me.

- I'm calling you yellow.

- It's your privilege.

I'm all for law and order, Marshal,

but a lawman's gotta take the long view.

You see that big hotel up the end

of the street? Owned by Mr Belden.

Those cattle pens by the tracks

east of town? Belden and Son.

He owns the livery stable, two saloons.

Some say he owns the Town Council.

So, like I tell you, a lawman's

gotta take the long view.

Far as I'm concerned, you can go and

get yourself killed any time you want.

on my grave as on yours.

And nobody'll even remember that I was

yellow, or that you died like a fool.

That's your long view, son.

Always take the long view.

I've got two warrants and I'm serving

them. I'm leaving town with two men.

And the long view is this:

Don't try to stop me.

- You lied to me about that saddle.

- Now, wait a minute, Pa.

- You lied.

- Listen, Mr Belden...

I listened to you before.

And you lied to me, both of you.

We were scared.

You know I wouldn't lie to you.

- You got plenty of reason to be scared.

- What are you talking about, Pa?

You know damn well

what I'm talking about!

That woman up in Pawley?

We didn't mean to hurt her, Pa.

Honest we didn't.

We were just trying

to have a little fun, that's all.

You said there ain't nothing prettier

than a Cherokee squaw.

It was an accident, Pa. She must have

hit her head on a rock or something.

- You know who that woman was?

- Nobody. I'll take an oath on that.

Just an Indian squaw.

Get out of here before I kill you.

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