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- Don't know for sure.

- By golly, it worked, just like Zim said.

- We could have rode straight in.

- Yancy, take a look around outside.

- Sure.

- Here. Take this.

- You reckon that I'll be needing firearms, boss?

- Take it. Put our horses in the corral and hide the saddles.

- Sure.

Take a look around for guns.

- Gratz.

- Yeah, Zim?

All right, Todd, Owens, turn around.

- Listen, Zimmerman.

- I'll do the talking!

I gotta say something!

Now, I want answers,

and I want 'em right.

What time's the next stage due here?

- One from the east.

- What time?

- Tonight.

- What time?

About sundown.

What about the next stage

from the west?

- That's tomorrow.

- What time?

Usually early mornin'.

That right?

I ask you, is that right?

- Yeah.

- Know how much gold it's carrying?

- No.

- You?

None. That shipment

went through today.

You-

I don't like to be lied to.

The westbound stage

is due here at 8:00 tonight.

The California stage

comes through tomorrow noon...

and it's carrying close to

$100,000 in gold bars...

consigned by the Crocker Mining Company

in Sacramento...

to the government mint

in Wall Street, New York.

You both knew it becauseJohnny Madden

told you so yesterday.

'Tain't so, Zimmerman.

Hey, Zim! Look!

You want to take me out

to a barn dance?

- Where did you get those things?

- In there.

- Where is she?

- Look, Zimmerman-

- Your wife?

- No.

So she's yours.

Where is she?

Where is she, Owens?

- Where's your wife?

- I haven't got a wife.

Look at the mules.

He won't hand us no more lies.

Where was you, Zim?

Using my head.

You ran out and left Owens.

Where is he?

You want I, uh, should

take care of him too?

If you had half a brain,

you'd know we need Owens.

Sounds just like a baby crying.

I'm a ringtail monkey if it don't.

Look. Look.

It-It is a baby.

Those are the men

the troopers were looking for.

- Why did they lock me in here?

- They think you're my wife.

- Your wife?

- That's right.

- What gave them that idea?

- I don't know. I didn't say it. It was their idea.

- Did you tell 'em different?

- They didn't give me a chance.

- Well, don't do it then.

- Why?

Well, it might save

your skin and your baby's.

- How?

- I don't know, but as long as they've made a mistake...

we might as well go along with it.

- Whose skin are you trying to save? Ours or yours?

- Well, mine too.

Now listen here, Miss Holt or Mrs. Holt

or whatever your name is...

those killers are after gold-

gold that's coming through tomorrow

on the stage from California.

I don't know what's in their crazy heads

or what their scheme is...

but killing me right away isn't part of it,

or they'd have done that by now.

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