The Naked Spur

Don't move.

Turn around.

Keep your

hands wide.

You want

something from me, mister?

Sure came up

quiet.

Got to give

you credit.

My name's tate.

Guess that don't

mean much to you...

or anyone else, huh?

This here's

pokey.

You fixing to

meet somebody?

Meet somebody?

Who?

Wouldn't mind

if i did.

Wouldn't care

who he was

or where

he comes from or what he does.

A man ought to always

mind his own business, i say.

Looks like

you're the one expecting company.

How long

you been here?

Been poking around

these hills

three or four

weeks now.

Got no calendar

to know exact.

Got nothing

to show for it either.

If you're ready

to talk some,

i'd appreciate

your putting that gun down.

You might

get bee stung or something,

but i'd be

just as dead.

Got some breakfast

coffee boiling.

You want some?

No.

Uh, tobacco?

This party you're

asking after,

friend of yours?

He killed

a marshal.

Kansas?

You've come a ways.

It ain't every

peace officer

who'd do that.

I ain't seen kansas

since before the war,

so i wouldn't know

you to look at.

My name's tate,

like i said.

Jesse tate.

Howard kemp.

You figure he's

back in these hills, mr. Kemp?

I lost his trail

this side of the river.

Did you see

any sign?

Hmm. Ran across

a dead fire the other day.

Where?

Back in there.

Got no map to

tell you sure.

You can tell me

better than that.

Maybe, if we

was going the same way,

but we ain't.

You got your job,

mister, and i got mine.

Helping you

don't put no money in my pocket.

I got

$20 here.

$20?

$20. it's yours

if you get me on a fresh trail.

$20, i...

10 now...

10 now, 10 when

we find him.

Start out by showing

me that dead fire.

Does this fella know

you're after him?

He knows.

Then he might be

waiting behind some rock,

waiting for us

to ride up in front of his gun.

Uh-huh.

He might.

It was still

warm yesterday.

Horses moved

out this way.

More than one

for sure.

This fellow

got company?

Could be packing

an extra horse.

But there might be

two of them waiting for us, huh?

That's why

you held a gun on me.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

Trail's as plain

for you as it is for me.

Another fire.

They ain't making

much time.

Must be

something wrong with them.

Looks like

a horse fell there.

Yeah...

well, it's

no use guessing.

Ahh.

Look out!

Ride!

Ride!

Well, i guess that's

the end of it.

Yeah, if it was

a natural slide.

[Gunshot]

Look out!

Look out!

[Horse whinnies]

[Rocks crashing]

Well, you

found him.

Yeah. He got

to come down sometime.

Yeah,

but when?

A day, a week,

and the chance is

he sneaks down

some night and gets us.

We'll take

turn on watch.

Having it out

with this fellow ain't my job,

not for no $20.

You've got him,

but he got you,

too.

Unless there's

another way up there.

You're crazy.

You can't get up there.

Go up the trail

and get some cover,

and take a shot

at him every once in a while.

Make him think we're

stuck down here.

Ain't we?

[Hoofbeats]

Come on.

[Kemp]

Hold it!

What's

the trouble?

Get down.

I heard

some shooting

and came

to look.

Who are you?

Oh, that's

the way it is.

Lieutenant

roy anderson, sixth cavalry,

indian fighter

extraordinary.

You're a long way

from an army post, lieutenant.

I quit

playing soldier last week.

Uh-huh. Let's see

your discharge.

What's wrong

with that?

Nothing. Except

the bozeman trail runs east from ellis.

How come you're

this far off it?

Well, you see,

there's some bad-

tempered indians along the bozeman trail.

Seems this

chief's daughter fell into some trouble

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