The Bravados

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Pull up!

Where you headin', mister?

That town called Rio Arriba?

-That's right.|-That's where I'm headin'.

Are you Mr Simms?

No.

The sheriff don't want any strangers in town.|Not till day after tomorrow.

-Then I'm in time.|-For what?

The hangin'. Tomorrow, ain't it?

Yes. So just turn around and go back.

You're welcome to Rio Arriba the day after.

I've ridden 100 miles to see this hangin'.

That's for the sheriff to decide.|Unbuckle your gun belt.

Give me your rifle.

Don't take the hand off the butt.

Ride in slow. I go right behind you.

-Who is it?|-Shh. I don't know.

That's his office.

Picked him up on San Marcos Pass.|Said he came to see the hanging.

I told you not to let anybody through|except Simms. Get back and see you do it.

Yes, sir.

-Well, you got a name?|-Douglass.

Who are you lookin' for?

Did I say I was lookin' for somebody?

Rio Arriba's a quiet little town.|We don't get many strangers here.

What do you want?

It's like your deputy said.

I come here to see the hangin'.

-Where did you ride in from?|-Winthrop.

You rode 100 miles over the mountains|just to watch a hangin'?

Uh-huh.

Know the men who are gonna die?

No.

You just like to watch hangings, is that it?

I'll keep your guns. You stay away|from this jail while you're in town.

-What time is the hangin'?|-Six o'clock in the mornin'.

They start serving breakfast at the hotel|at 5:30. You can watch it on a full stomach.

-My name is Loomis. I own the bank.|-How do you do?

They shot my bank full of holes,|killed my teller.

But we caught 'em red-handed,|all four of 'em.

-No, sir. They didn't get a dime.|-When you hang 'em tomorrow, do it slow.

-Afraid you got me confused, young fella.|-Aren't you Mr Simms?

The hangman from Silver City?

No.

If you're not the hangman,|what are you doing here?

-Just passin' through.|-Maybe he came here to help 'em break out.

Just lookin' to feed my horse|and find a hotel room.

Sir, I'm the hotel clerk.|I can find you a room. May I take your horse?

All right.

-You didn't answer my question, mister.|-I didn't hear you ask one.

-What's your business here in Rio Arriba?|-Quinn! Put it down.

Ain't we got enough trouble|without you startin' more?

Folks are a bit edgy today.

Might be a good idea|for you to stay in the hotel.

All right, break it up.

That's just what we're tryin' to avoid, a crowd.|You ought to know that. Come on, break it up.

-You going to church tonight, Tom?|-Emma?

-Yes, Father. Coming. Are you, Tom?|-Yeah, I'll be there.

Willie, take care of this horse.|Saturday, we gave 'em a fair trial.

We never had a hangin' in this town. We had|to send to Silver City for a man to do the job.

We all thought you was him!

Well, it's not my line.

But if he don't show up,|I might accommodate you.

Tony.

-Take my horse and I'll meet you at the store.|-Yes, Miss Josefa.

Jim!

Josefa.

-It must be four years.|-It's closer to five.

Well, when I saw you crossing from the|courthouse, I just couldn't believe it was you.

I still can't believe it, Jim.

It's me all right.

This is an occasion. It deserves a celebration.

-Yes, it does.|-Come on. I'll buy you a beer.

-Diego, dos cervezas, por favor.|-Si, seorita.

Let's sit here.

What brings you to Rio Arriba, Jim?

Nice country.

What are you doing here?

I have some business with the sheriff's office.

Gracias, seor.

Have you been back to New Orleans?

No.

-We had fun.|-Uh-huh.

Since my father died,|I don't get to travel much.

-Where have you been?|-I got a little ranch outside Winthrop.

I never heard about it.

Small place.

Sometimes I wish mine were.

It's too much for a woman to handle.

-You never got married?|-No.

I just can't seem to find the right man.

Maybe you're too particular.

That's what my father said.

When we met in New Orleans...|I was husband-hunting.

You were?

I guess I...|I guess I did behave a little foolishly.

I don't know, maybe you were smart.

Did you ever marry?

Yes, I did.

Fine girl.

I'm sure.

I have to go.

-How long are you gonna be in town?|-Just until tomorrow.

Well...

It's good to see you again, Jim.

Amigo. Whiskey.

Si, seor.

Willie! Take Mr Simms' horse to the stable.

I'll tell the sheriff you're here.

Mind if I join you?

Sit down.

Can I buy you a drink?

-I have mine.|-I hate to drink alone.

Oh, bartender? Whiskey.

Simms is the name, from Silver City.

I've come to perform|a little service for you folks.

Say, what does a man do|for a little recreation in this town?

At night, I mean.

I'm a stranger here, myself.

Mr Simms?

Oh, Sheriff. Come in and have a drink.

No, thanks. Would you care to inspect|the gallows and look at the prisoners?

There's plenty of time for that.|Had a long trip. Think I'd like to freshen up.

-Your room's ready, Mr Simms.|-Oh, thank you.

I hope I see you again, sir.

Of course, not professionally.

I'll drop over to the jail this afternoon.

Sheriff?

I wonder if I could see the prisoners.

-You said you didn't know 'em.|-I never met 'em, but I think I know 'em.

Did they do you a bad turn?

I've been following them for six months.|Tracking 'em up and down the state.

It's a relief to catch up with them and|find out the law's gonna do the job for me.

-You're sure they're the same bunch?|-Two white men, a half-breed and an Indian?

That's them. We never had anything like it in|Rio Arriba before. I'll be glad when it's over.

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