Sugarfoot

Only men

to whom nothing was impossible

could've driven

more than 2,000 miles

to reach Prescott, Arizona,

through hostile country,

crawling with Apache Indians.

But of all the men who came

to this frontier

there were two who had nothing

in common, save ambition.

Even their courage was not of

the same breed.

Jacob Stint believed in getting

what he wanted

by any means that came easiest.

Cynical and unscrupulous,

he turned his vicious talents

to whatever might give him

an advantage or a profit.

Jackson Redan had seen service as a

cavalry officer in the Confederacy.

With the end of the war,

he was seeking a new home

where the name of Redan might climb

to its old importance.

Halt!

Whoa.

Prescott, Arizona.

- And the gold diggings.

Probably by tomorrow I'll be

washing nuggets out of some creek.

Gold may not be so easy to find.

Let me find some of it,

I'll scoop up what comes easiest

and never get another callous

on my hands.

Not Jacob Stint. Never

another day's hard work for me.

When did you do your last day of

hard work?

The same day as you! You're a fine

one to sneer at me about work,

you that had a slave to pull on

your pants in the morning!

I wonder if they've got women here.

Women, yes.

Such women as you crave...

In this wilderness, there may be

women that can't be ladies.

You don't like me

any more than I do you.

I'll be glad to see the last of you.

I wonder.

- You wonder?

If we have seen the last

of each other.

Seems to me it's a country

where white men are likely to be

thrown together.

Should be room for both of us

without crowding.

We'll keep as far away

from each other as we can.

Good evening, sir.

- Good evening.

I bid you welcome to Prescott

and to the Diana, of which

I'm the proprietor.

Thank you.

- Did you arrive with the wagons

this afternoon? - Yes.

My name's Crane.

- I'm pleased to meet you.

Will you quench your thirst

with me, sir?

- Thank you.

I don't know very much

about this sort of...

Well, as our Chinese friends say,

he who acknowledges ignorance

is on the road to wisdom.

And I don't have any money, either.

Rich men don't come to Arizona.

- I must earn a living.

This country offers opportunities.

I'd be grateful for information.

I have a wagon and six mules.

Well, you could rent them out,

or hire men to drive.

However, the freighting business

is profitable but dangerous.

I don't hire men to go

where I'm afraid to go myself.

We're discussing business,

not personal bravery.

Then there's ranching. Land's free,

if you can hold it. Indians.

We Redans have had land in our blood

for generations. Broad, fertile acres.

I can't imagine a future for myself

which would remove me from the land.

There's no hurry...

the land will be here.

Oh.

That's Johnny-Behind-The-Stove.

My swamper.

- Swamper?

Mm. Keeps the place clean.

- But not himself.

I make him take a bath

once a month, all over!

Tell me,

did you ever deal faro?

- No. I've never seen it played.

You have an excellent appearance

and manner.

Manner's important

in a faro dealer.

The wages are high.

I think a month's practice will

fit you to sit behind the box.

Uh... I'm grateful,

but I don't think I'd like it.

I hope you avail yourself

of the Diana. You'll be welcome.

I thank you again.

You've been more than courteous.

And without obligation.

How be ye?

One of them new pilgrims?

Yes, ma'am. Could you tell me

where to get a good meal?

I'm tired of my own cooking.

You've come to the right place

at the right time.

Only place in Arizona

servin' goat's milk in the coffee.

Board $25 a week, gold.

In advance.

You can sit right down,

if you've got a mind to.

Sit anywhere.

First come, first served.

- Thank you, ma'am.

I ain't a ma'am. Name's Mary.

- Yes, Miss Mary.

Just 'Mary'.

But... the family name?

Them that don't ask questions

don't hear no lies.

See them goats outside?

- Mm-hm.

Drove 'em from Tucson by hand.

Come Injuns,

come fire or high water.

I named this here house

Fort Misery.

Don't know there was a good reason,

except I had plenty of misery

in my feet by the time I got here.

Wanna mention your name, pilgrim?

- My name's Jackson Redan.

Boys, get acquainted with

Jackson Redan, just come in

with them wagons.

How do you do?

Howdy.

Jones is my name.

Fly-Up-The-Creek Jones.

Earned his nickname

flyin' up one creek or another,

searchin' for gold.

Prospector, too, are you?

- No.

Are you cravin' to be a merchant,

sellin' wares over a counter?

I wouldn't care to be a merchant.

Every man born to woman is filled

with a cravin' and a desire.

What's yours?

- To get on in the world.

Reva, meet Jackson Redan.

This is Reva Cairn. She sings

down at the Diana saloon

and gambling hall.

How do you do?

Behaves nice, don't he? Draggin'

out your chair for you an' all.

Regular sugarfoot, ain't he?

Sugarfoot Jack.

Do I offend you in some way?

I'm sorry if I seem to be staring.

It's just that you're not

what I pictured gambling-hall girls

to look like. It surprises me.

It surprises you? It surprises you

that I'm a human being?

You're the same

as all the rest of them.

Do you think I have no life

or existence outside the Diana?

I'm afraid I don't know much about

- I agree, Mr Redan. You don't!

Good evening, sir.

Number 27, red.

What'll it be?

- The same.

Meet Sugarfoot Jack,

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