Valdez Is Coming

- I thought I told you to stay put.

- I got tired waiting.

- Something came up.

- What?

- I'll tell you later.

- I'll wait here.

- I want you to go back to the hotel.

- Why?

Because a man's

going to get himself killed here.

You want to watch that?

Take the lady back to the hotel.

- Mr Malson. Mr Beaudry.

- Bob.

- This is Mr Tanner from Mimbreno.

- I'm Bob Valdez.

Bob's town constable in Lanoria.

Works two or three nights a week,

Mexican part of town.

The nights I'm in town, I ride shotgun.

I work with your company...

Let's get some shade.

- Bob.

- Yes, sir?

There's an army deserter down there.

Killed James C Erin at Fort Huachuca.

Mr Tanner spotted him

driving through Lanoria.

Where is the, er... the sheriff?

Up in St David.

He won't be back till tonight.

Mr Tanner is sure that is the man?

JC Erin was a good friend of Mr Tanner's.

He feels very strongly about this.

We have to be sure, Mr Malson.

It's a serious thing.

This is Mr Tanner's show, Bob.

Better let him run it.

Apache.

The man's wife. Or his woman, maybe.

Seor Tanner yell for her to come out,

but she never come, till now.

I think she's saying she don't give a damn

about you or your rifle.

Shoot her?

Could make her jump some.

I could use a little something to drink.

Diego!

Where's he going?

Hey, he's dumber than he looks.

If he flushes that n*gger, you could

really show us some fancy shooting.

That's close enough.

- I'll kill you if you raise it.

- I believe it.

- Can we talk?

- You're talking.

A man up there, Mr Tanner,

he says you killed somebody.

- I never heard of him.

- He says your name is Johnson.

It ain't.

He says you killed a man at Fort Huachuca.

I was in the 10th a long time ago.

- Deserter?

- I served it out.

Maybe you've got something to prove it?

In the wagon,

there's a leather bag with my papers.

Would you come with me

and talk to Mr Tanner?

- I don't know him.

- Then he won't know you.

He didn't know me this morning

when he chased me here.

All right. We'll get the paper

that says you were discharged.

Then we will show it to Mr Tanner, huh?

- He comes down here.

- Sure.

Please, will you... point the gun

some other way?

- You son of a b*tch.

- No!

It looked like him. It sure looked like him.

He ain't the one you said?

No. I've seen this one before, though.

I know I've seen him before.

Constable, you went and killed

the wrong coon.

Listen... I'll take you back to town.

I know a place you can stay tonight,

all right?

We?

- Now, who is we?

- Well, everybody was there.

You mean take up a collection,

pass the hat.

Yes, Mr Malson.

Mighty fine thought, Bob, mighty fine.

- Don't you agree, Earl?

- Sure.

Give her a few dollars,

enough to get home.

- Any idea where she wants to go?

- I don't know.

Back to her people, I think.

Good idea. You've got about

three or four dollars there.

It's not much.

She'll be the richest damn squaw

on the reservation.

How much did you have in mind, Bob?

I was thinking, maybe... $200?

I would like to know

why we're listening to this greaser.

- RL, keep your mouth closed.

- He killed him. Why's he coming to us?

Shut up or get out of here.

That's a lot of money, Bob, $200.

Almost as much as I make in a year.

Giving her that is like admitting

we owe it to her, like we're to blame.

Well, who else?

Wait a minute, Bob. When it comes

to fixing the blame, I agree with RL.

You took it on yourself to go down there

and talk to that man. You killed him.

I know that, Mr Malson. I know that.

Don't take it so hard. If Tanner hadn't made

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