Stagecoach Page #3

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Close the door.

Oh Curley, we...

Get going, Buck!

Bessie, Barney, Belle!

Farewell, ladies!

Sweetheart, come on now, girl!

- Room for another passenger?

- Sure is, Mr. Gatewood.

- Going to Lordsburg?

- Yes, I just got a telegram.

Had to stop to pack this bag...

If there's anything I don't like

it's driving a stagecoach...

...through Apache country.

Funny catching Gatewood

outside of town that way.

I just took this job ten years ago

so I could make enough money...

...to marry my Mexican girl, Julietta...

...and I been workin' hard at it

ever since.

- At marriage?

- Why certainly.

My wife's got more relatives

than anyone you ever did see.

I bet I'm feedin'

half the state of Chihuahua.

Didn't it seem funny to you

about Gatewood?

Yeah, and then what do I get to eat

when I get home in Lordsburg?

Nothin' but frijole beans, that's all.

Nothin' but beans, beans, beans!

Excuse me, ladies.

Close quarters.

Warm today.

Your wife made it warm

for me, Gatewood.

She was chairman of

our farewell committee.

Fine looking bunch of

soldier boys back there.

Always gives me great pride

in my country...

...when I see such fine young men

in the U.S. Army.

Anybody know where they're going?

Brother, aren't you aware

of what's happened?

Happened? I don't follow you, Reverend.

I'm not a clergyman, I'm a...

My friend's a whisky drummer.

We're all going to be scalped, Gatewood.

Massacred in one fell swoop.

That's why the soldiers are with us.

He's joking, of course.

Oh no, he's not. Oh dear no.

I wish he were.

It's that old Apache butcher...

...Geronimo.

Nice name for a butcher.

He's jumped the reservation.

He's on the war path.

Geronimo? Why weren't the passengers

notified? Why wasn't I told?

We were told, Gatewood.

Weren't you told...

...when you got that message

from Lordsburg?

Oh yes. Yes, of course.

I forgot.

Now, doggone it, they're bringing up

her grandfather...

...all the way from Mexico

to live with us.

I can't figure out how

he got that message.

- Who, her grandfather?

- No, Gatewood.

He said he got a message.

The telegraph line ain't workin'.

Hold it!

Hey look, it's Ringo!

- Hello, Kid.

- Hello, Curley.

Hi ya, Buck. How's your folks?

Oh, just fine Ringo...

...except my grandfather came up...

- Shut up!

Didn't expect to see you ridin' shotgun

on this run, Marshall.

- Goin' to Lordsburg?

- I figured you'd be there by this time.

No.

Lame horse.

Well, it looks like you've

got another passenger.

I'll take the Winchester.

You may need me and

this Winchester, Curley.

I saw a ranch house burnin' last night.

You don't understand, Kid.

You're under arrest.

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