Oh, listen
Listen well Listen to the legend of Chuck-A-Luck
Rancho Notorious
Listen to the song of the gambler's wheel
A souvenir from a bygone year
Spinning a tale of the old frontier
And a man of steel...
And a passion that drove him on and on and on
It began, they say,
one summer day
When the sun was blazing down
'Twas back in the early '70s
In a little Wyoming town
So listen to the legend of Chuck-A-Luck
Listen to the wheel of fate
As round and round with a whispering sound it spins
The old, old story of hate,
murder and revenge!
Nothing's better than that to make a man agreeable.
Especially in the middle of the day.
Why'd you come in town? - To kiss you.
You oughn't be away.
Last calf I had an iron on told me I could come.
- Vern... - What?
When we get married... - Eight days.
And when we get the ranch... - Eight years.
- I found a name for it. - Yeah? What is it?
Lost Cloud Ranch. Pretty?
Pretty as you.
Wow! Oh, Vern!
Came from Paris in France, the man said.
Oh, it's beautiful for evening!
Fine for stargazing.
Hey, Beth, where's everybody?
I was out at the back and the folks yelled, "Coming, Tommy?"
And I couldn't make it right then. They left!
Everybody's gone! I got nothing to do.
Do it outside. Go on, get out of here!
Where is everybody? The roads to town are deserted.
Didn't you hear? The Burdens had triplets last night.
The whole town went to see them. I told Dad I'd keep the store.
- Kids. We ought to have a lot of them. -Yes
One every August.
See you tonight.
Whitey ?
You wait outside.
Mister, can I hold your horse? - Get away from here.
Is there anything you'd like to see?
Yeah. I wanna see what's in the assayer's safe.
Both of 'em.
The one over there too.
Yes. Yes, all right.
Vern! Vern!
I saw him come out the store. Then the other one fired at me.
He shot at me, the fella with the long white hair.
White hair? - The one that stayed outside.
Vern, I don't know how to tell you this.
She wasn't spared anything.
Jim...
give me your gun.
Place was empty. Just a girl in a store.
Sure looked easy.
Could've been, if you wouldn't chase petticoat so much.
None of your business.
It is this time. The whole town'll be after us. You made sure of that.
Let's move then. We're in this together.
Let's split it. I'll take my chances alone from here on.
We'll split it in Chuck-A-Luck and not before.
The tracks lead south, Sheriff. - It's Sioux country below here.
- What of it? Let's go! - I didn't mind being deputised,
but I don't wanna be butchered by Indians.
I'm turning back. - That's my feeling, Sheriff.
I got 50 head of cattle to brand tomorrow.
That's all you worry about? Are you all gutless?
Come on, we're losing time. - I'm sorry, son.
I've no authority to head past this stream.
There'll be a warrant out for him. - A warrant? For whom? What's his description?
What if she was your wife? Or your daughter?
- This is as far as we go. - I'll follow him alone.
Don't be a fool! You're a raw hand with a gun.
Never mind the advice. You've all done your duty. You're burnin' to get home.
Be sure to tell everybody how brave you were.
Get drunk tonight. I hope you have good dreams.
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I had to do it, that's all, I've told you a dozen times.
- What are you driving at? - I said it before. I want my share now.
I've said it before, we'll split it at Chuck-A-Luck.
Keep quiet about the girl when we get there.
Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'll do what I please.
Rattlesnake! Look out!
The man who was with you, where is he?
Water...
The man who was with you, where is he?
Water. Water.
Talk, or you don't get a drop. Where'd he head?
Where did he head?
Chuck-A-Luck. Chuck-A-Luck.
Chuck-A-Luck?
Where and what is Chuck-A-Luck, Chuck-A-Luck?
Nobody knows and the dead won't tell
So on and on, relentlessly, this man pursues his quest
Through autumn and winter
Searching the great South West
This thing that drives him like a whip will never let him rest
Night and day, early and late,
He looks for a place, or a town or a face
And deep within him burn the fires
of hate, murder
and revenge!
You're new around here, ain't you?
Just passing through.
Did you ever hear of a place called Chuck-A-Luck?
Sure. Wheel of fortune. At the Royal Flush, down the street.
Not gambling. You never heard of any other Chuck-A-Luck?
No, I sure ain't.
Why don't you try asking over at the courthouse?
Barber, get another bowl of water. My face is dry.
Water comes later... - I want it now.
Sure... Excuse me.
Are you on the dodge? - What of it?
I wouldn't talk about Chuck-A-Luck so free if I were you.
Why not? Altar Keane wouldn't like it.
and besides ???
Where'd you hear about Chuck-A-Luck, why are you asking about it?
I'm supposed to meet somebody there. - Who?
I don't know. It could be you.
Get back there, Barber! - Yes, sir.
You don't know so much, but you're sure trying to learn!
How is he, Doc? - He had lacerations and concussion.
His jugular vein was severed,
he has broken ribs and a fractured skull.
To put it briefly, he's real dead.
What makes you think he was an outlaw?
The way he acted.
Was it self-defence?
I saw his gun too.
It used to be the finest barbershop west of Baxter's Bridge.
Could this be him? There's something around the eyes.
Sure, that's him. That's him before I shaved his handlebars.
"Wanted by the State of Texas
"for robbery of a stagecoach out of El Paso, July 25, 1873.
"Reward, $300." - Did it say July 25th?
Yeah, July 25th.
He couldn't have been in Wyoming early in August.
No, he couldn't have. Apologies and congratulations.
The $300 is yours. - Did you ever hear of Chuck-A-Luck?
Yeah... - A saloon....
A password?
No, I never did. Here's your gun.
The reward - it'll be a few days. - Give it to the barber.
That's sure kind of you.
You did our job. The least I can do is buy you a drink.
Wait a minute.
Did any of you ever hear of someone called Altar Crane?
- Altar Crane. - The name sounds familar.
Or Altar Keane?
Yeah, I remember.
If it's the person I'm thinking about,
the name is Keane, not Crane.
Altar Keane, yeah!
What are you laughing at?
That name takes me back a long time,
when I was mining ore in a big boom town.
Well, one night,
it was a horse race,
only I was one of the horses and Altar Keane was my jockey.
Come on, come on! You can make it!
That's the only Altar Keane I know!
They only made one like her. - What happened to her?
- I never saw her after that. - I've got to find her.
Where would I look?
I heard she went to Virginia City.
Try some of the saloons.
She moved there with a girl named Dolly,
a good friend of hers.
I knew her well.
When I met Altar, she'd just come from the Eastern Seaboard.
She was a singer, you know.
She sang only in the most elegant places.
Loved horses. Always had a pair of white horses.
And the men would all uncover as she drove by.
The women?
The women would have been happy for lightning to hit her.
Let me tell you the kind of girl Altar was.
Lots of men. Sure, that's her privilege.
She shut the door on a cattle baron
if she had fancy for a cowpuncher.
Yes, she was a glory girl in those days.
Last I heard, she was in Tascosa
at Baldy Gunder's place.
You'll only find here, young man, a shade of her.
She left here six... seven years ago.
It was just after the night she met Frenchy Fairmont.
Faster on the draw than a Mexican jack rabbit.
I don't swear it's true because I wasn't here.
But here's the way they tell it.
The story runs that one night Mr Gunder
didn't like the wayshe treated a patron.
Or Altar didn't
like the way the patron treated her!
Altar, you don't smile enough.
I'm sick of smiling.
I pay you to entertain people, not to kick them.
Take your hands off me, Baldy. - Sure, sure.
Nobody's gonna touch you, angel. Nobody wants you around, either.
- You're fired.
Deductions for food and costumes, $27.
Deductions for leaving early two nights, $10.
You haven't been shilling very good lately, either.
I owe you $20 even.
You can look for yourself. - Never mind.
Your word's as good as your book.
Here's your $20.
Thanks. Lots of bad luck to you, Baldy.
Get out of my way.
Make your bets. Everybody down? We're ready to spin.
Wheel is spinning. - Wait.
Spin the wheel. - Wheel is spinning.
Three 4s on the red. And we have a winner!
Here's a lady who's lucky.
Everybody's lucky at Chuck-A-Luck.
Step up and make your bets.
Is everybody down?
Spin the wheel. - Wheel is spinning.
Three 4s on red wins again.
Did the lady have that covered?
Yes, she did.
That idiot thinks she's shilling!
He didn't know you fired her... - Shut up.
Stop the game!
When I tell somebody to get out, I mean it.
I don't work for you. I'm a customer.
Don't lose your sense of humour, Altar.
I stay here as long as I like.
All right! Have one more spin, then close up for the night.
Try your luck at Chuck-A-Luck. Everybody wins.
Is everybody down?
Betting, Altar?
Sure.
Let her spin.
- Wheel is spin... - I'll spin it.
It's Frenchy Fairmont!
You win, ma'am.
Pay the lady, please.
It's all right. Pay her.
This will help you carry it.
There you are, ma'am.
May I be seeing you home?
Yes
Always a pleasure to meet a good loser.
Frenchy Fairmont.
They say you're the fastest draw in the West.
The greatest ability often consists in not showing.
You're wanted, aren't you?
Let's say I'm in public demand.
Why did you do that back there?
I'm sentimental.
Are you?
I once saw three men fight a gun battle over you.
All three were killed. Abilene, wasn't it?
Yes.
I was in Hayes City once when you rode through a hotel lobby on a white horse.
Rode him up straight up the stairs to the dining room.
You must have had quite an important engagement.
It was with the mayor.
Wherever I went, I seemed to see Altar Keane or hear about her.
Why didn't you ever meet me?
My engagements led me to other parts of the West, toward Mexico.
I often wondered what had become of you.
You can stop feeling sorry for me.
You strike me as a wonderful woman, Miss Keane. - Oh, stop it!
What are you gonna do with all this money?
For a moment, when I was winning, I thought...
I'd give it back. - Why?
Baldy Gunder wouldn't let me out of town alive with it.
This is my place.
Don't give it back.
There's a stage south to Silver City in the morning.
I'd be glad to offer you protection until it leaves.
I know you would.
All right,
come in.
I will, ma'am. In the morning at nine,
just before the stage leaves. Goodnight.
They say he stayed outside her place that night,
just in case Baldy showed up.
The next morning, he put her on the stage.
That's how Altar left.
With her gone, business fell off at Baldy's Palace.
Where did she go?
Young man, why are you so interested in Altar Keane?
I gotta find somebody through her.
Wish I could help you but I never heard of her any more.
I was told that, years later, she met Frenchy again, near the border.
If you wanna believe what you hear, there they might be now,
the two of them, snug and warm.
I don't know how much of if it's true, but it sure sounds romantic.
Frenchy ain't so snug today.
A mail rider came through today.
In case you don't know it,
Frenchy was caught and locked up over in Gunsight last Thursday.
The best I hope for him
is they hang him.
Now the road that goes to Chuck-A-Luck Leads to a western jail
And behind the bars is an outlaw
who knows the Chuck-A-Luck trail
There's crooked politicians in the very next cell, safely locked away
It's an angry town all closed down
to vote on election day
But here's a man with a crazy plan, a plan that will not wait
He'll trick his way inside that jail
To reach his goal of hate,
murder and revenge!
You got a padded cell for this one, Sam?
Shooting up the town on election day!
With deputies roaming the streets!
How's the election coming? - Law And Order's ahead.
Why ain't you at the polls?
I'm making sure this rat don't turn
those rats loose.
What do you think? - I don't know.
Don't fret, gentlemen.
It won't be the first time they've hung a few crooked politicians.
It'll only take a minute.
It's a clean way to die, and as quiet as eating a banana.
You've got no right to keep us there.
- Sheriff, you got to protect us. - Law And Order'll hang us;
- that's their platform. - Shut up!
Where d'you want him put? - Not with them!
I don't like men who swindled the town they must close the saloon.
Just about what I was saying.
I bet you could bribe them with a rusty nail.
That's Frenchy Fairmont. Rather be with him?
Sure, give me an outlaw rather than these thieves any time.
At least he takes his chances in the open.
You are welcome, sir.
Sheriff, is there a chance we might cash in our chips tonight?
How about some whiskey up here?
You can't deny that to 'em, Mr. Bullock.
There'll be no lynching while I'm around,
but it might them look a little more like men. Send for three bottles.
What kind of a Law And Order Party is this?
I get jailed for trying to buy a drink on election day
and they have it delivered to their door!
You're right. Our party stands for everybody alike.
Whiskey for all of 'em.
Sheriff...
Be sure it's my brand. Joe Gideon.
It'll take a little time.
In Wyoming, I heard that no jail had ever seen Frenchy Fairmont.
I dropped into town to buy a piece of merchandise.
A bottle of perfume. - Perfume?
For a lady.
When I turned my back,
the storekeeper hit me over the head with an axe handle.
Are you from Wyoming? - Yeah.
Ever been in Wyoming?
No, I haven't.
And I wouldn't be surprised if I never will be.
Why not?
If this election gets out of hand, it may not be choosy.
If they take our friends here, they might take us along too,
just for a few extra laughs.
That's a comforting thought. - Isn't it?
I had a fight with my ranch boss at home and quit.
So I took my back pay and decided to see the land.
Work your way down here? - Yeah, a coupla weeks at a time.
Trouble with me is I usually lose what I make at poker,
but the other night I was lucky.
I closed my eyes
and threw my last 20 ?gold piece on a Chuck-A-Luck number.
And, so help me, I hit!
Yeah, a man can get mighty fortunate at a Chuck-a-Luck wheel.
When I wanna do a little skylarking, I come to a town that's shut up tight.
You took your time about it!
Couldn't find your particular brand right away...
- The town is.. - Never mind about that.
Drink your whiskey and be glad you got it.
Drink it fast. The final returns... - I told you, never mind!
That dirty, double-crossing sheriff!
Not a thing but whiskey!
What did you expect to find?
Empty your bottles! Empty them fast!
Empty it! Come on, Cowboy!
That's it! That's it! - Give it to me.
What would you say that was?
I'd say it was a pick.
The sheriff and these boys work real well together.
Young man, can't we talk this over? - How much would you take for that?
We'll free you.
Polls are closed. I have the latest count.
Citizens' Party - 119 votes.
Law And Order - 1,540.
Dad says we all meet later at the Big Dipper Saloon.
Gentlemen, say your prayers.
Cowboy, I'll give you $1,000. - I'd double that.
$3,000. Hand it over! Give it here.
You heard him... 3000
Let us out! $5,000! $5,000!
5000 $. Do you hear me?
They're all getting drunk over at the Dipper.
What are you doing here? The election threw you out of office.
I wanna clean my desk out.
Go ahead. Then get outta here.
They talking of lynching over there. You gonna let that crowd take 'em?
All right, I'll go and make a speech at 'em. You stay here.
Bill, help me with this drawer. It's stuck.
The horses are in the back! - Watch out! Fairmont's loose!
Come on.
Put up your hands!
That's very sensible of you..
Go find the horses.
Wait a minute, gentlemen.
You'll have to walk out of town.
If you want my advice, you'll run.
Whoa! Wait here for me.
What are you stopping for?
What I came to town for.
After the war, I decided to settle in Missouri.
What brought you out West? - A bullet.
A bullet I put in a rancher,
another man who had his own personal sheriff
Cheated me out of a homestead. and called it law.
I met him in a corral.
He had the jump, but hate made me fast. He went down like a stone.
I wasn't sorry, but I had to leave there in a hurry.
Then I got a rep for being a fast gun.
I kept meeting with cowpunchers full of booze,
or trigger-crazy gunfighters.
I'd ride into a town and have to shoot my way out.
Seems that's how it went.
Must be a lonely trail.
You don't make many friends.
There'll be a warrant out for you. Ever happened before?
First time I ever had a warrant myself.
First time I've been a horse thief!
Would you mind a bed with springs on it tonight?
They grow on cactus around here?
Not exactly. Down there.
If you're not headed anywhere, maybe you care to side with me for a while.
There's something I have to attend to,
but that can wait. Lead the way.
Hiya, Frenchy. - Hi, Harbin.
Grain 'em.
Rio, Gonzales!
Who is he?
Friend of mine.
Good to see you, Frenchy. Heard you were on your way an hour ago.
Don't be surprised at anything around here.
The boss is waiting to see you.
Hello, Boss.
Frenchy, you old mustang.
Welcome back to Chuck-A-Luck.
Meet the boss of this ranch, Altar Keane.
Lookout said somebody was with you.
But for him, I might be on a rope this very minute.
Little trouble up in Gunsight.
Used his head and used his guts.
Uses his eyes too, doesn't he?
What are you staring at? Shall I turn around?
I've heard so many stories about you I wasn't sure there was any Altar Keane.
What do you think I was? a pipe dream?
I guess so.
It's the first time I ever met with a real live pipe dream
with grease on her arms. It sure is unsettling.
Well, settle down.
Does he need to be out of sight?
He helped me break jail. There's a warrant for any man who'd do that.
I'm tired. It was a long ride. How many staying here now?
Nine including the lookouts.
Star came in last week. He's wanted in three states.
Any friend of Frenchy's is welcome, if he agrees to the rules.
if he agrees with the rules.
Hard to fancy anybody not agreeing with your rules!
We don't fight here, we don't ask any questions.
Everybody does his share of work. And you'll do yours.
Sure, I'm good at cattle work.
This is a horse ranch.
That's good music, isn't it? - I'll take him in.
How do you want to be known here ?
My name's Vern Haskell.
Some don't care to be called by their names.
Vern'll do.
All right.
We've got a new man tonight. He helped Frenchy out of a jam.
He'll stay here for a while.
Goes by the name of Vern.
This is Star. He carried one once.
- Hi ! - And this is Red.
Doesn't touch liquor but is death on candy.
Here's Preacher - he claims he was one once.
"Be joyful for you shall find haven here. "
Preacher always reads over anybody he kills.
This is the best hiding place you can find this side the moon.
Meet Harbin. His warrants rotted away long ago.
I don't mind. There'll be more.
This is Comanche Paul.
He's half-Indian - the honest half.
Meet Wilson.
Look at that smile.
He spends most his time chasing ladies.
No girl is safe when he's around.
Looks like one of them had some fight in her!
Uh-uh. Bobcat made these. A real bobcat.
Male or female?
Don't forget what I said - no questions.
This is Kinch. He has a way with gold.
He used to pan it. Now he just borrows it.
Sit down over there.
- Where is Frenchy? - He's eating with me.
Mighty handsome filly.
You'll like Vern. He's all right.
Outside of being a little fresh.
Could you find any use for this?
Thank you. I haven't had perfume since I went to El Paso two years ago.
I'm sorry I haven't got anything else for your birthday.
They caught you, huh?
Crazy Frenchy.
Risking your life for a bottle of perfume.
Don't ask me how old I'll be tomorrow, or I'll ask you.
Does another year bother you?
Every year's a threat to a woman.
Crazy Altar.
I been riding alone too long this time. It's good to be back.
Pretty good, huh?
Pretty good.
I might have liked that kind of riding 10 or 12 years ago.
He can handle a horse all right!
Ever seen him before? - No.
- Certain? - I never lose a face.
He was looking at you all through supper.
He sure does gander, doesn't he?
He looks straight through a man.
Fancy riding!
Yeah. She's a cocky filly. Like a lot of women.
Takes a lot of breaking before she comes nice and even.
You're dead right on that.
Hi, Gaary. Hi, Wilson!
Howdy. Coming to this party? - And away from a marshal.
Amigo, you sit on a horse more better than anybody.
If you let me say so, se�or.
They don't come any tougher than this one, even in Wyoming.
Any horses from up there?
Don't know. We are only paid hands here.
Some of these fellas range pretty far from here, don't they?
Used to be five paid hands. There wasMartinez.
Worked on saddles and bridles. He began to talk a lot in town.
He began to answer a lot of questions. No bridle on his tongue.
Only four of us here now.
We never know what become of Martinez.
They say... Maybe you know what they say.
You see?
Yeah. Yeah, I see.
A carful of cattlemen was on a siding.
Jess went on one end, me on the other, and we met in the middle.
The boys were very obliging, just emptied out their pockets.
One tried to be brave. We had to take care of him.
We've been one jump ahead of marshalshalf-way across Texas.
What's the account? - $4,800.
That yours?
480 for Chuck-A-Luck. - That's right.
Care for any of that? - No.
Ten per cent of this would be, I should say, $50 ?
$50?
$50
We'd better keep our faces here for a month or so.
Before you do, let's see what's in that bag?
Bonds. City of Austin bonds.
They're worthless.
$1,100 worthless?
I take $110 in cash. Now.
Wait a minute. How d'you expect us to cash those in?
That's your trouble. I don't ask you to stay here.
That's your price? - Always. Ten per cent of everything.
You been riding mighty high, Altar. Some day...
Some day what?
Count it out, Jess.
You'll have a chance to win it back tonight.
You're mighty lucky. - Do you mind? On my birthday?
I been chasing this filly. She finally asks me in.
I said, "You got a husband or two. Where are they tonight?"
She said, "I got three husbands,
they're all down in the cellar. I lock 'em up when I'm not using 'em."
Are you coming in or not?"
You'd do anything to get a girl, wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you?
I'm in.
Isn't this worth staying for?
I'm out. - Somebody get me a drink.
You still don't remember him?
I never lose a face. I've never seen him.
Looks like a lot of men. - What's bothering you, Kinch?
I don't know. The way he looked at you when you told that story...
Frenchy brought him here. That's enough for me.
You're always right there when you're needed, aren't you?
Ace is bet.
Gonna play my luck.
And a hundred.
Too steep for me.
I'll see you.
Three fives.
Hold it! I don't wanna see Altar swindled on her birthday!
Geary bugged that card. I seen it. - What?
Say that again, Harbin.
He cheated, I tell you.
I knew he cheated.
That's why I stole his watch.
I'd trade it for the pot.
I'd call that a fair trade.
How about that song, Altar?
That's right. Give us a tune.
It's written there are three things a man really requires
good whiskey, a bold song and an honest woman.
Or any woman.
Take care of my money, Harbin.
I've had all kinds but never found one to equal Altar. How do you feel about that?
- I wouldn't know about it. - Maybe he's got a sweetheart.
Let's have some music. Let's have fun.
A young man is reckless and ready
A young man is handsome and vain
He's young and intense, but hasn't the sense
To come in out of the rain
Get away, get away
Get away, young man, get away!
A young man is full of adventure
And eager to do what he can
He may be a joy, but don't send a boy
To do the work of a man
Get away, get away
Get away, young man, get away!
A young man will come when you call him
And leave when you tell him to go
But some day he'll guess a woman means yes
Whenever a woman says no
Get away, get away
Get away, young man, get away!
A woman is only a creature
of notions and dimples and lies
So learn, if you can,
this lesson, young man
And don't run off when she cries
"Get away, get away, get away, young man, get away!"
Get away, get away, get away, young man
Get away, get away, if you can!
Altar, lookout coming!
Saw some riders at Dry Creek!
Looks like a posse headed for the ranch!
Regular hands, stay here. Everybody else, clear your gear.
- Go to the Ridge Camp. - Let's go !!
Lookout, go back to your post. Get the horses settled.
Clean up this mess. Get rid of the bottles!
Would you like me to stay? - No, I can handle this.
They don't know my face... - Go with the others!
Get going! - You heard the lady.
Ride to the ridge camp. Stay until I send word.
In a day or a month.
Everybody ready? Come on!
Hello, Spinning C!
Hello, the ranch!
Anyone awake?
Marshal Donaldson! We haven't seen you in months.
Hello, Miss Keane. You're up late.
I was working on my books.
We're hunting four men, Miss Keane.
We have word that Frenchy Fairmont
and a man that helped him break jail, Vern Haskell,
passed down this way a couple of days ago.
A sheep herder saw them.
Then two men, Mort Geary and Jess Factor,
wanted in Texas for a train robbery,
were reported heading this way.
That's mighty peculiar, isn't it?
Yes.
Unless they're all headed for the border.
No sign of them here? - Not at all.
Things are very peaceful these days.
I don't like to do it, but I've got to ask you one thing more.
Yes... - We're far from the border.
We'd like to breathe our horses here and loan some of yours.
Always glad to oblige.
Rio, Gonzales, get five of our best horses.
We'll help. - Would you like a drink?
I should keep my trigger finger steady
but it's a long night.
It will take a while to get the horses.
Vern. Where's Vern?
He stopped a way back. His saddle was slipping.
He'll never find this trail alone. I'll go back for him.
The horses are ready, marshall.
Would you like a drink?
Thank you. - I hope we can repay you.
You can. If you hear of any Eastern buyers of stock, let me know.
I have a cousin up north who might give you some trade.
That's nice.
How many horses do you have? - About 42.
Strange. I counted 33 in the corral.
How did you happen to count them?
Because I noticed fresh tracks.
Shoes fresh in the clay, leading out of the corral
tracks for eight or ten horses.
I saw those strays, ma'am,
they're grazing in the box canyon across the valley.
We can round them up now or in the morning.
Are they safe there?
I'd say so. - Morning will do, then. -
Sorry I left the gate rope off, ma'am.
- Who are you? - My new hand, Marshal.
I thought you used only Mexicans on your ranch, Miss Keane.
I needed an extra man. He's good at breaking broncs.
though careless, sometimes.
- You wear your holster mighty high. - Don't have to reach as far that way.
Let me see your hands.
They're not as soft as yours.
I don't earn my living as a gunsling.
Takes years of cowpunching to make 'em that rough.
Sorry, son.
I got a good man here too. But sometimes he's too careful!
Thanks. Goodnight. - I'll go with you.
Wait for me. - Yes, ma'am.
Come on!
Goodbye, Miss Keane. Come on, men.
You're always standing in doorways.
And always using your eyes.
That way you see things you never expected to see.
Like stray horses? That was clever of you.
Thanks.
I'm very grateful but the men here must do as I say.
Why aren't you with the others? - I lost them on the way.
Figured I might find what I was looking for back here.
Expect me to believe that?
That dress you had on tonight... I never saw a stylier one.
They made you out of salt and brass!
Where did that bracelet come from, and that brooch?
Who gave them to you?
I guess things have to be explained double to you!
There are no questions here. None!
Don't ask people where they come from
or where they're going or if the moon is yellow.
You don't ask me where I get my jewellery!It's none of your business.
The rules are meant to be kept.
If you don't intend to keep them, you can clear out right now.
It's hard for a man to look at you and keep any rules.
Did you just think of that?
No, I thought of that first minute I saw you, grease and all.
Like heat lightning, I suppose.
How d'you know?
Every time you see me, you feel weak in the head.
No, I feel sorry for myself. Sorry I never met you before.
Sorry I never had a chance to give you a brooch like this.
You're as smooth on the ground as you are on a horse.
Only when somebody irons me out...
like you do.
Vern, when you come to a fenced range, do you always try to climb over?
I always see if the gate's open first.
One way or another, though, you try.
That was for trying.
That was for trying too hard.
You're real unfair, ma'am. - Why?
Got two slaps, only one kiss.
You go and saddle my horse. I'll lead you up to the trail...
Frenchy?
Beautiful night for chasing up and down in the mountain.
Sorry I lost you. The only place I knew where to go was here.
Not being a sceptical man, that's what I figured.
Is everything all right?
The posse was looking for you, Vern, Geary and Factor.
They'll be back in the morning.
We'd better leave. I'll bring everybody back tomorrow night.
Go to bed.
Nobody'll get lost this time.
That's what I call threading a needle!
I once saw Bat Masterson shoot the toe off a fella with his boot on.
I'll be glad to duplicate that.
Stick out your foot.
What's the matter, Frenchy? That wasn't personal.
Harbin, hang up another rein.
Lately, I see you trying everything I do.
He's good at that kind of a stunt.
I don't know how he'd be drawing against a man.
That would depend on the man.
I call that fair shooting.
If I keep on, I might even be able to outdraw you some day.
Don't ever try it.
You only stayed six weeks this time.
I came back empty-handed the last. I need some income.
Going tonight?
I'm riding to Clay Springs in the morning with Star.
There's a bank I wanna look over before doing some other jobs.
I'm hoping six men can handle it. But it might takemore.
I'll be back in 2 or 3 days.
- That's what the shooting was about? - Target practice.
Vern's getting pretty handy with a. 45.
You're not taking him?
And why not? - He's...
He's not... - You mean he's not an outlaw?
That never bothered you about me.
When I met you, you were chin-deep in this kind of life.
You couldn't go back. Even if you wanted to, they wouldn't let you.
- But he can. - Maybe so. It's not how he acts.
His draw is as fast as you'll find them.
No matter how fast he is, there's always gonna be someone faster.
That's right. Me.
Some day you won't come back.
Or you'll come back full of lead.
You're not talking about me.
You're talking about him.
No, Frenchy.
I think you're lying.
Maybe I am.
Look, Altar, once in a lifetime, a woman means something to a man.
I know, Frenchy. - Time holds us together.
Time is stronger than a rope.
We buy your horses, work your ranch. Now this.
That's right.
Send back my ten per cent of that bank robbery
before you go on to your other jobs.
Why the change in rules? The whole trip will take a month.
If you land in jail, I get nothing. - You took that risk before.
- Not now. - Maybe you don't trust us.
- Lately... - Lately what?
We ought to worry about trusting you.
Then find another Chuck-A-Luck.
That's like finding a potato tree, brethren.
When's Frenchy back? - Later today.
What's he got to do with it?
We'll talk this over with him.
I'm the boss of this ranch, Kinch.
I make the rules.
I told you to saddle my horse. What is the other one for?
For me, ma'am.
All right. Come along if you want to.
That's who! That's who he is. I knew I'd seen him before!
The way he climbs up on a horse! - Got him placed?
- A little town up in Wyoming. - What'd he do?
It ain't what he did. Never mind.
Believe me, the sooner he gets a bullet through his head, the better.
I was working with your horse.
Soon he'll be able to read and write.
Yes, I've been watching you.
I don't want him to learn stupid tricks.
Sorry. I'm moody these days.
It's been a dry summer. The earth's baked hard.
Gets people out of sorts too, the weather does.
My father told me that.
How long do you intend to stay?
Maybe till the rains come.
If a girl won't blow out the candle, the rain'll dowse it sometimes.
Did your father tell you that?
No, I just sort of made that up myself.
Whenever I should be angry at you, I laugh.
- You think I'm pretty funny? - I do.
I only met one man who didn't want something behind his pretty talk.
What I want, if I were allowed to ask,
is to know a thousand things about you.
Where you were born, how you came out west,
where you got that dress,
where you got your jewellery,
what stories about you are true and what aren't.
The dress is from New Orleans, and I can tell you what isn't true...
I positively never wore green hair!
Did they name a parlour car after you? - Mm-hm.
Kansas Pacific Railroad... the Altar Keane.
That diamond you had, famous in four states, big as a doorknob.
That's right but it wasn't real.
The fella who gave it to me was like something like you.
Fresh, sort of honest-looking round the mouth.
Anyway, you've got a girl somewhere.
No, I haven't. - Then you've got five of them.
No.
No, I have no girl.
I'd wish you'd go away...
and come back ten years ago.
Go away, Vern. I don't want you any more. I mean it.
Get off my ranch and leave me alone.
Suppose this is the main street of Clay Springs.
Right here is the bank.
Next to the bank is a store. Next to that is the Primrose Theatre.
Down a bit is the saloon.
- Where's the sheriff? - Asleep, I hope.
But there's our worry.
Here, straight across from the bank is the marshall's office.
If anything goes wrong, some of us'll get sawed off.
- How many men will we need? - Nine.
Five in the bank, three in the street
and somebody, who's not known in town, on the balcony of the theatre.
From here, he can draw a bead right on the marshals' office.
I never been in Clay Springs. - Right
You Frenchy, Star, Jess and me make four more. That's 5.
- Comanche? - I go.
I'd like to make it.
Sorry, Harbin. No deal for a man who can't move fast if he need to.
- But I... - Red? - No.
I'm heading out tomorrow myself. I got a little matter down in Mexico.
Preacher?
Praying for Mammon has always been my infirmity. I'll ride.
I'm number eight. We're one shy.
How about Vern? His gun would be worth a lot if we ran into real trouble.
No, he doesn't belong in this. - Leave him here?
That won't make Altar unhappy.
I get your point, but I'll make up my own mind.
I forgive you for being so foolish, but not for being so wrong.
Am I wrong, Altar? - Frenchy,
he's young and handsome. It's easy to take a fancy to him.
He makes you remember yourself a long time back,
but there's been nothing.
I told him to leave the ranch this afternoon.
He's riding with us tomorrow.
- Did he ask to go along? - No. I'm telling him.
We need him and he'll come whether he likes it or not.
Do you mind?
No,
I don't mind.
They hit me in the shoulder.
Star's hit.
I never saw anything messed up finer.
The shot came from across the street. From the balcony.
It missed me by one or two inches.
Don't blame Jess and me, we done just what Frenchy said.
Where is he, anyway? He knows we're meeting here.
Don't worry about him, Frenchy'll get here.
If the next job goes like this... - We got what we went for!
Let's see who's gonna take Altar's cut back?
She shouldn't get a cut. I'm fed up with her ordering me around.
You want trouble with Frenchy? We've always been safe at Chuck-A-Luck...
You are here two hours.
You don't talk to me. You don't bring anything. You come dance with me?
In a minute.
Somebody's gotta take Altar's 10% and get back in 5 or 6 hours.
Yeah! Somebody.
Not me! - Me neither.
I'm not riding half the night to cater to Altar.
Well, I'm occupied here.
I've got some dancing to do. That leaves you three.
Low card fair? - That's all right with me.
King.
Seven of diamonds.
Five of diamonds.
I expected you a little sooner.
I knew you were coming. The lookout spotted you.
I told you not to come back.
No matter how often you tell me, I'll come back.
I expected you to.
How did it go this morning? - No difficulties.
A few of us got to Margy's saloon first. The rest'll be along later.
- Tomorrow we're all gonna go to Langsey. - Then why are you here?
Somebody had to bring you your cut. - Why you?
I happened to draw low card.
- Happened to? - I'm lucky at cards.
And I aim to get slapped again.
If I can... - I knew you would.
Sometimes I like a man who doesn't believe what a woman tells him.
I like a woman that's sometimes cold like ice,
sometimes burning like the sun.
A pipe dream in blue jeans or in a birthday dress.
Give me one wish, and I'd wish to see that rig again, a shawl...
and jewels... and all.
Just like that night.
What are you gonna do about it?
What is it, Vern?
It's a pipe dream. You'll kiss me tonight and send me away tomorrow.
Maybe.
If that's the way you feel, where's the money you were bringing?
In my saddlebags. - Then go and get it.
Star...
I won't send you away tomorrow.
You're very beautiful.
The jewellery Frenchy gave you...
Men are funny. All men are jealous.
Frenchy only gave me one of these. - Which?
The necklace. The others I bought myself with the dress.
What about that?
Oh, that?
It was part of my cut. Kinch gave it to me.
Kinch?
It was Kinch!
Vern? What's the matter?
Now I can tell you what's been choking me every minute.
Who wore that brooch before you?
A girl that I was gonna marry!
A girl who was lying on the floor, outraged and butchered
by the man who took that from her
and gave it to you for ten per cent of her life!
She's there on the floor, in front of you.
She's got blue eyes. Do you feel them staring at you,
see the blood on the floor, hear her screaming?
- Vern, Kinch didn't tell me... - Kinch!
I thought it was Wilson, Factor, Frenchy,
or somebody who'd gone.
I'm glad it wasn't Frenchy, but it could've been.
It could've been anybody who came to Chuck-A-Luck to hide behind your skirts.
Chuck-a-luck! Altar Keane's place! Look around you, Altar Keane.
What do you see in there, a bedroom or a morgue?
Look through that window. Is that a courtyard or a graveyard?
You think a dance-hall girl was a dirty life?
You ought to be proud of that compared to what you are now!
Here's your cut from yesterday's job.
And there's payment for this.
I'm buying it back from you.
Let's get going, boy.
My shoulder...
Ever seen it, Kinch?
Touch it. Pick it up.
You've seen it, Kinch, in a town in Wyoming,
Altar told you! - I'm gonna kill you, Kinch.
Wilson, Geary!
This is a private affair. Keep out of it.
You got business upstate. Get out of town.
Don't go. Altar gave me away, she's squealing on us!
Get out!
I'm gonna kill you, but I'm not gonna murder you.
I'll give you an even chance.
Now go ahead, draw.
I've seen you working with a gun. You learned Frenchy's draw.
You can't make me fight.
Draw!
All right.
Draw!
Take your guns out and hold them at your sides.
Do it!
Bartender...
When you say go, that's it. Maybe you'll have the guts to shoot.
I didn't mean to do it! She yelled.
She hadn't yelled, all been all right.
She yelled, I tell you.
Let's see how you like it, Kinch. Yell!
Yell. The longer you yell, the longer you live.
Come on, I want to hear you.
What's the quarrel here?
There's no shooting in my town.
This man's wanted for murder. A girl named Beth Forbes,
in a town called Whitmore in Wyoming, August 10th last year.
Is that true?
I heard him admit it, Sheriff.
Thanks, mister.
I've got a special fondness for rats that kill women.
I'll need you for a witness. You'll stay? - Yes.
Come on.
Turn that man loose,
and don't make any noise.
This man is my prisoner.
We got business with somebody that squealed on him.
Rio, Gonzales,
Gonzales, Harvbin.
Altar!
Altar?
Altar!
What's going on?
Where's Harbin and Gonzales and the others?
I sent them away.
Is your shoulder bad?
Bad enough to bring me back instead of going on.
You sent them away? There isn't a horse in the corral. What happened?
The hands are taking them to Silver City to sell them.
There's a note for you.
It's the deed for the ranch. The money's in the safe.
I'm leaving, Frenchy.
Has Vern been here?
You're doing this on account of him? - Yes.
- You're not going away.
You've belonged to me ever since I've known you. You'll stay here.
- You don't like to lose, do you? - No, I don't.
I've not got much left.I might as well turn myself in to the marshal.
Forget it. You won't go to Vern.
He wouldn't have me because I belong to you
Because of you and everything you mean.
You and the ranch.
I don't believe you!
I don't believe a word of you!
Where are you going? - Away from here.
To Baldy Gunder's or any saloon that'll have me.
I'll kill you before you do.
Hello, Frenchy.
You and Altar been packing long?
Place sure looks deserted. Looks like people are moving.
What's going on? - Planning to leave?
Altar was taking a trip, but she'll change her mind.Nobody's leaving.
Her mind don't matter. We got our own plans for her.
She told Vern her brooch came from
his girl that I shot in a hold-up.
No telling what other things she told him about all of us.
I told him where I got the brooch, that's all.
I believe that.
Once they start talking they don't stop.
Ain't a marshal wouldn't pay for what she knows.
We took a lot from you. You wiped your boots on us a long time.
Too bad Preacher ain't here to read over you.
You can get her and me, but I tell you,
some of you are gonna die doing it.
Here's where you're wrong, Frenchy. The rifle on that window sill
is aimed at your back, and Wilson's behind it.
If you think I'm gonna turn around, you're mistaken.
Alright, you tell him!
It's there, Frenchy.
You can get one of us, maybe two.
But there'll still be three left to settle with her.
You've got the odds. Let us leave, and Chuck-A-Luck's yours.
Not a chance! We got the odds, we call the plays.
The odds are changed.
There is a rifle on this sill but there's nobody back of it.
I hogtied Wilson.
I was riding 500 yards behind you.
All of us were heading for the same spot with different reasons.
For you, I figure they did a job on the sheriff,
but all your friends won't help you now.
The others are yours, Frenchy. I don't care what you do with them.
It's up to you whether you turn 'em loose or hang 'em.
Shooting's better than they deserve.
First I want your word on something.
Keep them here a while.
I'll take Kinch to jail personally.
Give me an hour's start.
Vern, maybe we can work out a deal.
If you're willing to talk it over, Kinch...
Watch out! The window!
Stop! Stop shooting!
Throw out your guns!
Comanche...
Go on, get started.
Pick a direction and don't come back.
That sheriff will have a posse if he finds out.
I can't fight. We'll be caught.
That's your problem. Take your chances.
Once the posse gets them, they'll come for you.
They're welcome to me. We all get taken, sooner or later.
First, there's a matter you and I have got to settle.
She stepped in front of that bullet to save you.
Two men rode away from Chuck-A-Luck
And Death rode beside them on the trail
They died that day, so the legends tell
With empty guns, they fought and fell
And so ends the tale
of hate, murder
and revenge!
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