Young Bill Hickok

Your ship's late, Tower.

We had storms at sea. That's a very | unfriendly ocean for them.

Well, this land isn't exactly on speaking terms either.

Well, perhaps you've found someone | who will listen to reason.

- I've got just the man. | - Is he amenable?

He's meaner than all get-out.

Your description intrigues me. | I'm anxious to meet him.

Put it back and move your queen, senator.

Oh, yes. Yes. Thanks.

What do ya say that fella's name was again?

Tower. Nicolas Tower.

He's a foreigner, ain't he?

Yeah.

Well, I'm sick o' waitin'.

That's a black deuce.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

He'll be here, if something doesn't happen.

Lad, you better stay here and watch, | just in case.

Gentlemen, this is Nicolas Tower.

Mr. Tower, this is Senator Tucker, | of the state legislature.

It's a great honor to know you, sir.

It is I who am honored, senator.

And this is Morell.

Hi.

Philip has been telling me about you, Mr. Morell.

He thinks you are just the man we need.

Well, if you're satisfied, I reckon I am.

So's all we gotta do is come to terms.

I already know what I'm supposed to do.

Yes, we've gone over the ground | pretty thoroughly with Morell.

Still, our plans must be definite and | thoroughly understood by all of us.

Remember, I just arrived in America.

Oh, yes, yes. Of course, sir.

After all, we're depending on you to lead us in whatever we do.

Thank you, senator.

And I assure you that all who wade into this | great adventure will be amply rewarded...

... when we have succeeded in bringing | order out of, let us say, your democratic chaos.

I don't cower to your fancy language, Tower. | Now let's talk plain.

We're all in this together.

If this country busts up, your government's | figurin' on pickin' up some of the pieces.

California in particular, ain't that it?

Putting it rather bluntly, yes.

We're all out to feather our own nests, only | it ain't feathers we're after. It's gold.

You're hirin' my guns and the guns o' men like me | to cut all lines o' communication from the coast east.

That's my job as I savvy it.

If I'm wrong, say so.

Your understanding is excellent, my friend.

I think we will go far together.

That's more like it.

Now here's what I got in mind.

We'll operate outta Hayes City.

Overland Stage Trail passes through | here goin' east and west.

Across the mountains and through the Indian country.

I'll have a pow-wow with old chief Red Wolf.

I wonder what Tea Kettle's fannin' the wind fer.

Can't be nothin' else but trouble, Uncle Gabby.

Oh, there ya go, always calamity-howlin'.

We shoulda christened you Calamity Jane in the first place.

What's wrong, Tea Kettle?

Big fight at Relay Station.

Hostile Indians?

No. White men.

How many?

Sounds like Raiders.

What in tarnation we sittin' here then fer?

We'd be ridin' right smackdab into trouble.

Well, we've rid right smackdab into trouble before, ain't we?

You stay here with the horses. Me and the Injuns'll go.

Oh, ya ain't leavin' me here alone chaperonin' no broncs.

Little Fox, you stay with the horses. | Big Bear, you come with us.

Look!

He's killed two o' the gang and winned five | of 'em. They've left. Let's get outta here.

Looks like it was pretty good fight while it lasted.

There's one that needs help.

Whoa, whoa, here. Take it easy, son.

You're pretty well used-up.

Did they get the horses?

You mean your relay critters?

No, they didn't.

What do ya know about that?

The poor glute ain't got a pint o' blood | left and he's worried about a buncha Cayooses.

If I ain't mistaken, them was Morrell's Raiders.

You didn't drive 'em off by yourself, did ye?

I was alone. The company will send me a helper tomorrow.

Well, darned if I didn't! You musta gone plumb wild!

- What's your name? | - Hickok. Bill Hickok.

Don't sit there asking questions. | Let's get him inside.

What's happened?

The Morrell Gang started an argument with | a wild man and he sent him a packing.

I'm Elliott of the Chronicle.

Do you mean to say that one man | brought about their defeat?

There weren't no defeat to it.

He just done for 'em with his gun, single-handed.

And if he don't get a doctor pretty soon, | he's gonna be done for himself!

- I'm an army doctor. Where is he? | - Inside the cabin.

Then you didn't actually see the battle?

No, but powder smoke was still smellin' | up the air when we got here.

It's incredible! One man against ten.

Why, it's the greatest single encounter | since Horatius at the bridge.

Horatius? Say, you mean that old coot down | on the tollbridge across the Simaron?

- Has he been in a fight again? | - No, no. Horatius was a Roman soldier!

Where was he roamin' to? Why didn't | he stay with his outfit?

Listen, Horatius held a bridge against an army.

Some thousand years ago, as I recall it.

Say, you're holdin' your age pretty good, mister.

Look... he --

Maybe I better stick to questions.

What did you say the relay station man's name was?

Bill Hickok.

Wild Bill, I'd call 'em.

Say, there's a good idea.

I'll play 'em up as Wild Bill.

Wild Bill Hickok.

The government sure knew their man when they | sent us Lietenant Hickok to handle this raider situation.

If it hadn't been for him, we'd have had | to suspend this overland service.

Hickok certainly earned that reward money.

And I'm gonna see that he gets it.

With this bank draft goes the personal gratitude | of myself and partner.

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