West of the Divide

Does it look familiar, son?

I remember that ridge over there.

Yeah. Cowhands ride over there in that big gap.

You know, it was right around here where

I picked you up, twelve years ago.

You was more dead than alive.

I'll never forget that night, Dusty.

Flash o' guns, shouts o' murdering men...

And the courage of my dad.

Shielding me and fighting a hopeless fight.

Riddled with bullets, he fell across me, whispering...

'Lay still, Ted boy. They'll think you're dead.'

He didn't know I had a slug through my lung.

Well, when they rode up, somebody lit a match.

And I laid still.

And I heard somebody say, 'They got 'em both.'

And the match died out.

And then somebody laughed.

I'll never forget that laugh, Dusty.

The laugh of a crazy man.

A killer.

Well, the next thing I knew, it was morning.

I was in your arms.

Yep, and I carried you all the way to Big Bend.

For two years, I didn't know whether you was

gonna live or die.

But you sure pulled through alright.

If we could just find some trace of my

kid brother...

Well, it's doubtful.

We did learn, however, that your dad

had a hired man and his wife.

I remember... a woman did the

cooking and took care of Jim.

you see, Dusty, my mother died when Jim was born.

And he's the only relative I have.

If he's alive.

That hired man and his wife disappeared.

We couldn't find hide nor hair of 'em.

Finally, there was a feller that moved on

the ranch by the name of...

Let's see... What was his name?

Gentry, that's it! Gentry.

But he didn't know nothing.

Anyway, it ain't gonna do you no good living

this all over again.

We'll be in town tomorrow and we'll start

our investigating.

Hey, Dusty.

Poison!

Water hole.

I didn't know.

I wonder who he is.

We better open it.

'Hello, Gentry.

This'll introduce Gat Ganns.

He's just the man for the job you mentioned.

Sorry I can't do it, but I got a couple of

star trackers on my tail.

Gat's plenty tough, as this enclosed poster will prove.

Good luck, Bill.'

Gentry.

Gentry!

He's evidently planning to kill him.

Well, that's the fella that's got your dad's ranch!

Certainly is funny, but you sure do resemble

this bozo.

Maybe fate's kinda taken a hand in this deal, Dusty.

Maybe so.

We don't know what this Gentry's up to, but...

We're gonna find out.

What do you mean?

I mean that from now on, I'm Gat Ganns.

Murderer.

Gentry, my daughter and I have considered

your offer for the ranch.

And have decided not to sell.

We've developed the best spring in the country.

And someday I hope to make this a fine ranch.

I'll admit it's dry wire, Mr. Winters,

and I don't blame you for holding onto it.

However, this country is still wild, and rustlers are pretty numerous.

That's why I have sold half the herd.

And we're going to sell the other half next week.

- Excuse me just a moment, Mr. Gentry.

- Go ahead.

- Everything check up alright, Mr. Hornsby?

- Everything's right.

They're on their way.

I think you'll find that's right, Ms. Winters.

That's quite right. Thank you so much,

Mr. Hornsby.

Too late for the bank now, Dad. I'll have

to deposit this first thing in the morning.

I've got some two-year-olds I'd like

to have you take a look at.

Alright!

- How do you do, Mr. Gentry?

- Fine. Very happy to see you, Ms. Winters.

Your father told me that you decided not to sell.

That's right. We're quite happy here, and

it's the kind of a ranch that Dad's always wanted.

So why shouldn't we keep it?

Well, if you're happy here, that's all that matters.

As your neighbor, may I be permitted

to call sometime?

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