The Return of Frank James Page #4

- No. Wanna get it on the 4:15.

Oh, all right. Can you write?

Yes, sir, after a fashion.

All right.

Then fill out this blank.

- Reach, brother.

- I-I'm a-reachin'.

I got a notion when I come

in you was kind of sleepy.

- Suppose you lay down and rest a while.

- Huh?

Down!

Flat on your face.

Now lay there still and don't

let me hear a peep out of you.

You'll hear nothin' from me, brother.

I wanna be around for breakfast.

Go to sleep. I'll wake you up before I go.

- Get down.

- Yes, sir.

[C*cks Gun]

Clem!

- What are you doin' here?

- I've been followin' ya. I was watchin' outside.

- And when you didn't come out-

- You fool, I almost shot you.

Now get outta here and back to the

farm before I skin you alive. Git!

- [Gunshot]

- Bolt the door.

Keep your eye on the watchman.

Where'd that shot come from?

Down here, Sid. Come on!

- What's up?

- There's a shot!

- Seemed to come from in there.

- You and you, get a ram, break that door down.

A couple of you men get around to the rear.

Come on, the back way.

Come on, boys, break 'er down! Get in there!

- Come on.

- [Men Clamoring]

[Pounding Continues]

Shh.

- You afraid?

- No.

Come on.

[Pounding Continues]

[Clamoring]

Hyah! Giddap! Hyah!

I'm sorry about what I done, Frank.

You might have been killed.

Well, I guess there ain't

nothin' to be done about it now.

They'll be wanting me too.

I tell you, there isn't the

slightest doubt about it.

I know a James boy job when I see one.

[Chuckles] I ought to,

I've seen enough of them.

It was Frank James...

and I'm offering another reward of $10,000.

I'll wipe him out, just

like I did his brother.

Mr. McCoy, with your permission...

I should like to leave at once for the West.

- What for?

- To see if I can locate Charles and Bob Ford.

What have they got to do with it?

If I can find the Ford boys...

I've got a very good idea that

FrankJames will not be far behind.

- Then go on, by all means.

- Thank you.

[Door Opens, Closes]

- There were two of them, weren't there?

- Yes, Mr. McCoy.

Yes. One of them was Frank,

but who was the other?

Frank's got a lot of friends.

- Where's Jesse buried?

- Just outside of town.

You can laugh if you want to, but I'm

going out and have a look at that grave.

I don't trust anything about thoseJames boys.

Well, if it ain't Mr. Woodson.

- How are ya?

- Fine, sonny.

Where are you and your father

been keeping yourselves?

Well, Pa got him a ranch down in

old Mexico, just below the border.

- Like it down there?

- Oh, fine cattle country.

But you sure gotta be handy with a

gun. Shootin' scrapes all the time.

Guess who I seen killed in

a fight just before I left.

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