Take a Hard Ride

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Garms.

After you.

Garms!

The name is Nesbitt.

You must have the wrong fellow.

Oh yeah?

We don't care for bounty hunters, Mr.

So why don't you just get on your

horse and ride on out?

I don't care what name you call him. Harry

Nesbitt is a good friend of mine.

Look, it was along time ago.

I was just a kid.

Them days are behind me.

I got a whole new life here.

A damn good life.

That's just about finished.

-They move along good, Mr. Morgan

-Keep at them.

Hey-up. Hey-up

Hi Kiefer.

So you found them... after all

Yeah. No thanks to you.

Sheriff, you knew him?

Lots of people around here

thought he was a good man.

-A wanted man, that's all that matters.

-To you.

To the law.

-The law is my business.

-Yeah. But you didn't do it.

You don't kill a man for 200 dollars.

Every man has his choice...,

..he made his.

One of these days, Kiefer...

...your're gonna go to far.

If I do... I would be for a Hell

lot more than this.

-Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.

First time I ever saw you

two move fast.

-What about the bonus?

-You got it.

Eventhough you didn't earn it.

-Oh Mr. Pike, Will was really sick.

-Yeah, terrible pain right here.

Wouldn't wish it on a rat.

Figure .. we deserve a drink too

Well, Pike...

Here's to us!

My God.. here's to us.

You always knew that we were gonna make it,

Mr. Morgan?

There were times when I wondered.

Wondered plenty.

Maybe I was biting off more than I could chew.

-How does it feel to be rich?

-Damned good.

But Hell,Pike, this money

is for all of us down in Sonora.

We're gonna do things down there.

All those things we have been

talking about all those years.

That sounds mighty good to me.

We're gonna make us a place where everybody

can live...

...without anybody to tell us what to think,

what to do.

A place where a man can be what he is.

Some good folks down in

Sonora, Mr. Morgan.

-Best I've ever met.

-Well, Pike, that is your home now.

You're as much a part of the

Morgan ranch as I am.

Mrs Linda Morgan, ranch

Dos Rios, Sonora, Mexico.

Everything is fine here. Stop.

Coming home with Pike. Stop.

Your loving husband, Bob Morgan.

-How long is that going to take?

-Not long at all.

She ougth to have it in a day or so.

Get this out a soon as you can, will you?.

-Can we send this right now?

-I will take care of it.

-Well, she knows we are heading home, sir.

-Yeah. Yeah she ought to.

What is it?

It must be.. I am little tired.

-I'll take you to the hotel.

-No, just give me a minute.

Take it easy, Mr. Morgan.

No time, Pike.

You listen.

No one but you.. you are gonna

get that money back to the ranch.

All the people are...counting on you.

You are going back, Mr. Morgan.

Give me your word, Pike!

Give me your word.

No matter what happens... you get that

money back down there.

Everything depends on that.

For everbody.

All our plans....

You got my words.

-Then I...

-Mr. Morgan?

Card?

Well, mister Dealer,

I sure would call this a fine hand.

Lacking only one thing, I trust

you will not deliver on me.

What the Hell are you talking about?

One card, sir.

Three.

And one for the dealer.

Ah.. one.

I believe one of you gentlemen

have the bet.

Here's your two. I'll push you for two more.

Your name wouldn't happen to be Pike?

I've been called a lot of things, sir

But that aint one of them.

Thought it might be my lucky day.

Do you know that buck that's

driving to Sonora?

The one with 86,000 dollars.

You gonna tell me that story about

Morgan 's payroll is true?

I swear, Mr.

My cousin Billy's seen it.

Play the God damn cards.

Excuse me.

The man is anxious to give me his money.

If you could beat this hand...

... I'll kiss my nose.

Ah...

-Snake!

-Snake! Kill it! Kill it!

Hey come on. What the Hell's going on?

Thought we was playing cards?

You was telling us about...kissing your nose?

You would have to have to beat

a king high straight.

I guess you better...

...buck her up, man.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Mister. You're the luckiest man alive.

Or the handiest.

-Keep this for me until I get back.

-Where are you going?

Fishing.

Hey, boy!

All we want is a share. We will leave

you plenty.. how about it?

Why draw and die? There is enough for everyone.

It's only money. In Hell...

..it aint even yours.

Kill the bastard !

Hold it. What the hell are you doing?

Who are you shooting at? Wait until you can see him

Look out! Snakes!

A man with a cigar in one hand and

a horse in the other can do you no harm.

Seems like those fellas back there

had you in alot of trouble. Figured I saved your hind.

Would have it done anyway. All you do

is you save me some time.

Tou're welcome I'm sure...

My momma always taught me manners.

So.

-My name is Tyree.

-Tyree.

Yeah...I've heard of you.

That's all I need.

I think it will take some time

to convince you, but...

..I'm kinda glad you'ld see it right off.

All I see is a fast talking n*gger..

..in a fancy shirt

That it?

Why don't you get back on that horse..

before your ideas get outta hand?

I figuring on getting rich too.

But my momma always taught me

to look ahead.

Let's say I kille you jew and

take your money.

Then would just come looking for me.

But you got the right idea.

Getting to Mexico, spend the

rest of your days spending.

-Is that your proposition?

-You got it.

We ride together from here to Mexico.

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