Fury at Furnace Creek (1948) Movie Script
In 1880,
silver was not yet king in the Furnace Hills.
But rumor that the Apache Indians used
silver bullets in their rifles was widespread...
and certain interests were clamoring
for the territory...
to be thrown open to the white man
for development and exploitation.
Tension was gathering, and supplies
and reinforcements were en route...
- to the hard-pressed garrison
at old Fort Furnace Creek.
The route to Fort Furnace Creek lay
through territory dominated by Little Dog-
as ruthless and shrewd a fighter...
as his master, old Geronimo himself.
- Troop, halt! Halt!
- Captain Walsh, sir?
- What is it?
- Dispatch from Fort Putnam.
- Trouble, Cap?
- Inform General Blackwell his orders will be carried out.
- That's all.
- Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Ramsay?
- Yes, sir.
- We're to proceed to Lordsburg immediately.
- The wagon trail will continue on to Fort Furnace Creek.
- Without escort?
- Those are my orders.
- But you can't leave us here unprotected.
- And them hills are swarmin' with Apache.
- We haven't seen any.
You don't till it's too late. Give an Apache
a blade of grass to hide behind...
you'll have an arrow in your gullet
before he's within 10 miles.
- I can't understand such an order, sir.
- Give the command.
Yes, sir.
Army or no army, I'm responsible for this outfit.
You go to Lordsburg, we go with you.
We couldn't wait for you.
The orders say, "with all possible speed. "
- That's not an order. That's a death warrant.
- I'm sorry. I've no choice.
Troop, forward. Yo!
- Hey!
- Move!
Here they come!
- Wagon train! -
Mail! - Mail from home!
- Tonight we can have a party!
- Come on. It is!
Hey! You're not w-
The massacre at Fort Furnace Creek
aroused both Congress and the nation.
The Apache were driven out,
and the territory was thrown open.
Boomtowns sprang up overnight
in the newly expropriated territory.
In a matter of months,
10,000 settlers, miners and merchants...
poured into the Furnace Hills.
The largest of these mushroom towns
was Furnace Creek.
Meanwhile, an investigation of the massacre
was being held at Fort Leavenworth...
resulting in court-martial proceedings
against General Fletcher Blackwell...
who was charged with sending the order
that recalled the cavalry escort.
Captain Walsh, you've already testified that
the wagon master showed deep concern...
at General Blackwell's order.
Exactly how did he express himself?
At first he said that he would refuse to continue
with the trip if we left him without escort.
I advised him that
I had to obey my orders.
- What did he say then?
- He said it wasn't an order. It was a death warrant.
Were you of the same opinion?
- Do I have to answer?
- That's all.
Captain Steele, do you also wish
to reexamine the witness for the defense?
Yes, sir.
Captain Walsh, you have requested permission
to resign from the army?
- I have.
- Why?
General Blackwell was my commanding officer.
I always looked up to him.
When this happened, I-
I lost heart for the army.
You testified that, after you showed
the order to Lieutenant Ramsay...
you placed it
in one of your saddlebags...
and that your mount,
along with several others...
was stampeded by raiding Apaches
during evening mess, and the order was lost.
That is right.
May I draw the attention of the court, sir,
to the rather odd circumstance...
of the Apache conveniently
running off the witness's horse?
Objection, sir!
Such inferences are improper,
Captain Steele.
The court will disregard them.
Strike them from the record.
- That is all.
- Excused.
- Yes, sir.
- This way, sir.
- How does it look, Captain?
- Your father hasn't testified yet.
- Were you on the stand?
- Yes.
Well, surely you don't believe
the general sent that order.
I can only testify as to facts.
But you served under him.
You know the sort of a man he is.
I'm sorry, Captain, very sorry.
- Have you any more witnesses, Captain Steele?
- Yes, sir. I call one more.
I call General Fletcher Blackwell.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear the evidence that you shall give
in the case now in hearing...
shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth so help you God?
I do.
General Blackwell, did you dispatch
the order in question to Captain Walsh?
- I did not.
- What then was the nature of the order you did send to him?
After Captain Walsh left headquarters,
I learned that Little Dog...
was in the vicinity of Fort Furnace Creek
in greater strength than I had supposed.
My dispatch to Captain Walsh
informed him of the situation there...
and reiterated my previous order to make
all possible speed to Fort Furnace Creek.
Have you any knowledge of the order
Captain Walsh testified he received?
- None whatever.
- Your witness.
General Blackwell, two years ago you commanded
an expedition into the Furnace Hills.
- I did.
- What was the purpose of the expedition?
It was a peace mission. Some of the Indians
were going off the reservation.
We hoped to restore the friendly relations
that had existed between the tribe and ourselves.
Did you succeed?
My official report
is available to you.
I've already read your official report,
General, very carefully.
Frankly I'm a bit puzzled by it-
not by what it says, because it covers
the Indian situation very thoroughly...
but by what it does not say.
Isn't it true, General,
that while you were in the Furnace Hills...
you discovered one of the richest silver lodes
in the western hemisphere?
You'll answer the question,
General Blackwell.
Yes. I found the Furnace Hills
to be rich in silver.
Why didn't you say so
in your official report?
It's an old story:
We make a treaty with an Indian tribe,
cede lands to them forever.
The lands are then found to be rich
in mineral deposits or valuable for colonization...
so the treaty is broken,
the tribe is driven off.
I knew this would eventually happen
to Furnace Hills, and I wanted no part in it.
- Uh, tell the court, please: Was that your only motive?
- It was.
Do you have any interest or shares
in a corporation...
know as the Furnace Creek
Mining and Development Syndicate?
- I have not.
- Are you aware of the fact that this syndicate...
has established claims and mining interests
in the newly opened territory?
No, I am not.
These records establish the fact
that many of these mineral claims...
were already in operation
the day after the territory was opened...
thus clearly indicating that the syndicate
had known in advance...
of these mineral deposits.
- Would you care to examine them?
- I would not. I know nothing whatever of the matter!
Of course these mineral deposits
were of no value to the syndicate or anyone else...
as long as the territory
remained closed.
Thus it was possible to assume...
that if the Apache could be provoked
into wiping out an unescorted wagon train...
then destroying the garrison
at Fort Furnace Creek, the massacre...
would inevitably lead to the ousting
of the Indians and opening of the territory.
I object. General Blackwell has testified
he did not write the order to recall the escort.
- Objection sustained.
- General Blackwell...
would you please tell the court
the names of your immediate relatives.
Mrs. Blackwell is dead.
I have two sons:
Captain Rufe Blackwell,
United States Artillery...
and Cash Blackwell,
not in the service.
Could it be possible
that either of your sons...
has a share or interest in the Furnace Creek
Mining and Development Syndicate?
No! Captain Blackwell
is instructing in tactics at West Point.
- He has no interests other than his career as an officer.
- And your other son?
I have not seen or communicated
with him for some time.
- For how long?
- A number of years! I resent this effort...
to indicate that members of my family
are involved in this despicable affair!
It's contrary to all procedure!
Strange you haven't heard
from your brother.
What's strange about that?
I know he and the general had a falling-out,
but at a time like this, one would think-
Cash never knew the meaning
of family loyalty.
- Oh, I'm not defending him, Rufe. It's just that I-
- I'd rather not discuss it.
Captain Blackwell, will you come in please?
Your father's had an attack.
- Hey, uh, your name is Blackwell, ain't it?
- It is.
You any relation to
a General Fletcher Blackwell?
- Not that I know of. Why?
- He just died.
Lucky for him he did,
or they'd have probably hung him.
Well...
I'll go and see if they've decided
what to do with you yet.
You're a free man, Mr. Blackwell.
Hey. Marshal says you was right after all.
That was a marked deck.
- Here's your gun, sir.
- Thanks.
Thank the marshal for me.
It says here,
"The transcript of court-martial testimony...
"can be made available
to interested persons...
"by applying to:
Thejudge Advocate General's Office...
War Department, Washington, D.C."
- Good. I'd like to file an application immediately.
- What's the case in question?
The court-martial
of General Fletcher Blackwell.
I'm trying to locate
a retired army officer.
- Western command?
- Yes.
- Recently retired?
- Very recently.
Well, we ought to have
a file on him then.
- Name and rank.
- Grover A. Walsh...
captain, cavalry, Sixth Regiment.
Captain Walsh did live here.
He moved about a month ago.
- Poor man.
- Why do you say that?
Oh, I just meant, it was a shame to see
a gentleman like him drinkin' so heavy.
- Do you know where he moved to?
- Didn't say what town.
Just mentioned something
about the new territory.
Thanks.
That helps some.
- Howdy.
- Nice and cool here.
- Sit a while.
- Thanks.
- Jones's the name. Peacefuljones.
- Tex Cameron.
- From Texas?
- That's right.
Never met a fella yet from Texas
they didn't call "Tex. "
- State law.
- State law. Yeah, that's good.
- State law.
- Do they put you here often?
Just Saturday nights.
Took six of'em to do it this time.
No calaboose in town?
They're buildin' one.
Sure gonna be mighty lonesome Sundays
when they get it finished.
- You stayin' here?
- Maybe.
- Lookin' for a job?
- Depends on what it is.
Too bad you ain't a teamster.
I could sure use one.
- How do you know I'm not?
- With them hands?
Hands tell a lot about a fella.
Now, I'd peg you for a city man...
or... gambler...
or maybe a gunman.
- Hot, ain't it?
- Yeah.
Saturday night sure will make you thirsty
Sunday mornin'.
Too bad the town's all closed up.
- I could bring you a drink.
- It ain't closed that tight.
You don't have to trouble yourself bringin' it.
I'll go with ya.
- How about this hardware you're wearing?
- Don't you worry about that.
- You do this often?
- Just on Sundays.
Oh, boy!
Heh-heh-heh-hey.
- Hi, Peaceful.
- Hi, joe.
Whiskey.
Same.
How come this place is open?
I thought everything was sewed up on Sundays.
Belongs to the syndicate,
like the hotel.
Mr. Leverett don't like sin on Sundays.
But if you gotta have it...
he figures you better have it in his place.
Whiskey, joe.
I'll pay you tomorrow.
Cash on the line, Captain. Orders.
- Aw, I left my wallet in my room. Surely
you can just- - I said, it was orders.
You want 'em changed?
See the man that makes 'em.
- Join us, Cap'n? Another glass, joe.
- Well, thanks, Mr. -
- Cameron.
- Walsh is my name.
I knew a lot of officers
down in Laredo.
- Ever stationed in Texas, Cap'n?
- No.
Cap was with the Sixth, weren't ya?
Yeah.
Famous outfit.
You must've been proud of it.
To the Sixth Cavalry, sir.
I'd like to reciprocate, but unfortunately
I left my wallet in my room.
You'll have plenty of time, Cap'n.
I'm gonna be here for quite a spell.
Coming, Peaceful?
So long, joe.
See ya, Cap.
Bring that bottle back.
I didn't say I was through.
- I told you twice already, I-
- Your job is to serve the customers! Do it.
Where did you get a $10 gold piece?
- See you later, Peaceful.
- Remind me, Tex, I owe you one next payday.
- You're starting a little early, aren't you?
- Well, what if I am?
It's bad for your health.
You ought to pull yourself together, Walsh.
- Well, don't worry about me.
- I'm not, but Mr. Leverett might.
Maybe a little worry will do him good.
You want me to tell him that?
I don't care what you tell him.
- Stay with 'em, Charlie. You'll beat 'em.
- Thanks.
- Make her fast, joe. Where's that waiter? Hey, waiter!
- Yes, sir.
- Set 'em up for here.
- Four beers comin' up.
Yeah, and make it snappy, will ya?
- Two pair. - Aces
and jacks. - Beats me.
Straight, seven high.
- Mmm. Hey, waiter, fill it up.
- Yes, sir.
- Five dollars.
- Out.
- Raise it.
- Call.
- What do you do, Captain?
- Um, call.
You got a gun, Captain?
- Oh, why? What's-What's the matter?
- Put it on the table.
If you've got a queen of spades
in that handkerchief, start shootin'.
L- I haven't got any card there.
- Your move.
- Now- Now wait a minute!
Sorry. But that card was planted
on Captain Walsh by you.
I don't usually butt in on personal matters,
but Captain Walsh is my friend.
I don't know who you are.
I'll see you again.
- Well, boys, you care to go on with the game?
- No thanks. It's past my bedtime.
Mine too.
I'm indebted to you once again,
Mr. Cameron.
He figured to kill you.
And this would've made it look right.
- Why?
- I don't know.
You better be giving it some thought.
I may not be around the next time.
I haven't done anything to anybody.
He just lost his head.
- You sure of that?
- I don't know what you mean.
Suit yourself.
But after this, you better keep your door locked
and don't go out nights.
- If you'll excuse me.
- Your chips-You better cash 'em in.
Oh, yeah.
Mr. Shanks wants to see you upstairs.
Room 5.
That's very nice of him,
but, uh, who's Mr. Shanks?
- He runs this place for Mr. Leverett.
- I'll go right up.
- What are the blues worth?
- A dollar.
You owe me 10.
Your gun.
Come in.
Mr. Cameron?
Come on in.
- Sit down.
- Thanks.
- You're a stranger in town, ain't you?
- Just got in this morning.
And into mischief right away.
Mr. Leverett don't like gun smoke.
There's been too much of it hereabouts.
This fellow was figuring to kill a man.
- You lookin' for a job?
- Maybe.
- Fast on the draw?
- Fast enough.
- Draw, Mr. Cameron.
- It's kinda risky business, Mr. Shanks.
Just a friendly test of speed.
When I bring my gun out, Mr. Shanks,
I bring it out shooting-
Just an old habit of mine.
However, if you don't mind, I don't.
- Forget it. You're hired.
- To do what?
To keep the peace for Mr. Leverett.
250 a month.
I blow a fella's hand away,
and you offer me a job. How come?
When a man can knock the knuckles
off a moving hand at 10 paces...
I want him on Mr. Leverett's side.
I see. I'm to be sort of a bodyguard,
is that it?
That's it.
All right.
I'll give it a try.
Fine.
You're on the payroll starting now.
Uh, Mr. Cameron, you play dominoes?
- I'm a whiz at it.
- Well, we must have us a game.
Can you tell me the way
to Fort Furnace Creek?
Yes. You go south along the valley
seven or eight miles...
and then turn west
when you hit the old wagon road.
Thanks.
- Someone who belonged to you?
- My pa.
Bill Baxter.
I've heard that name.
Maybe you saw him fight.
Yeah, that's right. Dodge City. He went 48 rounds
bare knuckles with a fella named, uh-
- Cassidy. Corporal Cassidy.
- Yeah.
I'll never forget that day.
They stood me on a cracker barrel
so I could see.
The corporal was built of boilerplate,
Pa said...
- and every time Pa walloped him,
he clanged like a dinner bell!
It was a good fight- the kind my old man liked.
Did you know him?
- No. I wish I had.
- Oh, you'd have been crazy about him. Everybody was.
- I'm Molly.
- Tex Cameron.
- You got somebody buried here too?
- No, not here.
- I just rode out to see the fort.
- Oh. I thought maybe you had.
I guess I'd better be getting back to town.
- Mind if I walk back to your buckboard with you?
- Please do.
- Come out here often?
- That's why I moved out here from Kansas City-
so I could visit Pa's grave.
From the looks of that fort,
that garrison didn't have much of a chance.
I hope it's never rebuilt.
I hope it's left just the way it is always...
with the broken arrows
and the guns they never got to fire.
- That sounds like a strange hope.
- Not at all.
I never want to forget
what happened there...
and that there's somebody still living
who shouldn't be.
- I don't follow you.
- It took more than one man to dig Pa's grave.
Oh, I've thought about it
a thousand times...
and about that General Blackwell
and why he sold out his own men.
- How do you know he did?
- Somebody must have paid him to send that order.
- Anyone special in mind?
- Who profited? Ask yourself that.
- You forget I'm a stranger here.
- You'll learn. Oh, I'm sorry.
I keep forgetting, this doesn't mean anything
to strangers. Let's talk about something else.
- All right. Let's talk about you. What else do you do around here?
- I work at the Shack in town.
- The Shack?
- Pop Murphy's place.
Mulligan stew and apple pie-
That's us.
- Homemade?
- I make the pie.
Pop won't let anybody touch that mulligan.
That's his specialty.
Well, looks like you got
a new customer.
- Now that you know all about me, what about you? What do you do?
- Oh, nothing in particular.
You might say I'm sort of a jack-of-all-trades.
I guess I've tried about everything.
Go on.
Well, before I came out here,
I worked on a riverboat on the Mississippi.
The river's beautiful,
especially at night...
but it's not as beautiful as this.
There's something lonely and quiet
about the desert country.
I like it.
- Are you gonna stay in Furnace?
- For a while.
Good. I mean, Pop will be delighted
to get a new customer.
I liked it better the first time.
- So this is where I eat the best food in town, huh?
- Nothing less.
- I'll run the team down to the stable for you.
- Well, thanks.
Come on. Oops.
Hiya, Pop. I brought you a new customer.
Meet Mr. Cameron. This is Pop.
- Howdy, Pop.
- Always glad to meet a new customer.
It's funny.
Ever since Molly came to work for me...
more young fellas get to hankerin'
for my mulligan.
Oh-ho, that's what I like about you, Pop:
Right to the point.
See you later, Pop.
- Bye, Molly.
- Bye.
- Sparkin'?
- Don't be foolish, Pop. I just met him an hour ago.
- An hour is an awful long time when
sittin' on a hot stove. - Oh, ho-ho!
- Every seat's taken? The stage is never full going out of here.
- It is tonight.
- Well, let me see the list.
- Sorry, Captain. No seats.
- But look. L-
- I said, no seats!
I'll buy that horse.
- He's already sold.
- I'll give you 40.
- I just told you, he's al-
- Fifty.
You must be hard of hearin'.
- Good morning, Cap'n.
- Good morning.
Wonderful weather.
Makes a man glad to be alive.
I was just going down to buy
a new bridle for my horse.
Great little horse, that. Not much to look at,
but he can go all day long.
- You wouldn't like to sell him, would you?
- I hadn't thought of it.
- I'd take good care of him. I used to be
in the cavalry, you know. - Yes, I- I know.
- If it's a question of money-
- Sorry, Cap'n, but I'm afraid...
your money isn't any good
around here today.
Look, Mr. Cameron. You can help me.
Nobody need know. You could say I stole the horse.
I know what I could say.
The point is, why should I?
I guess there's no reason except that...
I'll be killed if you don't.
I don't sign any blank checks,
Captain, for anybody.
But I'll make you a deal. Tell me why
you're in trouble, and maybe I'll help you.
- It wouldn't interest you.
- Suit yourself, Cap'n. I'll see you around.
Why do you want to know?
It doesn't concern you.
Why it concerns me is my business.
Your business is saving your life.
If that's what you want,
write it down in black and white.
I'll see that you get out of town
in one piece.
- Oh, I couldn't do that. L-
- Why not? Who are you protecting?
- It isn't that. It's just that I-
- Figure it all out, Captain.
You couldn't possibly be
in a worse fix than you are.
All right. I'll tell you. L-
Whoa.
- Hello, Mr. Leverett. We're glad to have you back.
- Glad to be back. Hi, Artego.
- How's everything?
- Fine. Everything's fine.
Good. Hello, joe.
Well, what happened to your hand, Bird?
A little accident, Mr. Leverett.
Nothing important.
- That's too bad.
- I've got those reports ready for you.
- So that's Leverett.
- Yeah.
- Well, Cap'n, what about-
- I'll have to think it over first.
I'll let you know later.
- Thanks, Artego.
- Yes, sir.
I've got all these mine reports filed
according to date right here on your desk.
- Production records look pretty good.
- Never mind about that.
- That isn't what I came back for.
- Is there anything wrong?
The Sixth Cavalry
has been ordered back here.
The entire territory will be under their supervision
starting day after tomorrow.
- What's the idea?
- The War Department...
didn't see fit to take me
into their confidence.
You don't suppose they're getting curious
about what happened at-
Shut up.
That's closed. Finished.
- Well, I was just wondering-
- Well, don't.
The army will be welcome here.
We have nothing to hide, nothing to fear.
- Remember that.
- Yes, sir.
- Except-
- Except what?
- You remember that money you told
me to send to Little Dog? - Mm-hmm.
He sent it back...
with this in it.
- This can mean only one thing.
- That's right.
He wants your scalp.
He figures we double-crossed him.
Well, we did, didn't we?
Yes, sir. We did.
Unfortunately for him,
he's in no position to do anything about it.
- He can't prove anything.
He's a fugitive and a renegade.
The army will shoot him on sight.
See who it is.
- I want to see Mr. Leverett.
- He's busy.
Let him in.
- How are you, Captain? Sit down.
- No thank you.
- What can I do for you?
- Let me go.
- Let- Go where?
- Anywhere. Just let me go away from here.
I've played fair with you.
I've kept my end of the bargain.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Well, ask him. He does.
Oh, there was some trouble
downstairs last night.
- A question about how many queens a man could hold.
- You tried to frame me.
You wanted an excuse to have me killed,
and now you won't let me get out of town.
Every place I try, they've got orders-
his orders- to keep me here...
- until he can think of a good, safe way to have me killed.
- Easy, Captain.
I don't know what went on last night,
but I am here now, and I give the orders.
- When do you want to leave?
- Oh, the first stage out tonight.
- I tried to get a seat, but they told me-
- You'll be on it. Here.
Buy yourself a drink.
You look like you need one.
Why, thanks, Mr. Leverett. Thanks.
I guess I got a little excited.
And if I don't see you before you go,
good-bye and good luck.
Thanks.
And the same to you, Mr. Leverett.
What's the matter with you?
Can't you carry out an order?
I told you before I left,
he was coming apart.
Well, I- I had it all rigged for last night,
but something went wrong.
I want him out of the way
before the army moves in.
And I want it to look legitimate so there'll be
no questions asked by the army or anybody.
I'll get on it right away.
If nothing else works, I'll-
I'll take some money from the hotel safe
and plant it on him.
- Do what you have to do, but get it over with tonight.
- All right.
- Here ya are. Room 12, upstairs to your left.
- Thank you.
Hi.
- What's new?
- Not much so far. One out and one in.
Take it easy.
- Howdy, Mr. Gilmore.
- Cash.
Cameron's the name-Tex Cameron.
- How are you, Rufe?
- Well enough. And you?
- No better, no worse. It's been a long time since-
- Yes, almost six years.
- Sorry I couldn't get home for the funeral.
- We didn't count on you.
Take it easy, Rufe.
He was my father too.
It's a little late
to be remembering that, isn't it?
Sorry.
What are you doing out here, Rufe?
You know the answer to that
as well as I do.
I came here to see what I could do
to clear the general's name.
You're wasting your time.
I've been all over it.
It's ancient history out here.
- They're not even interested in what happened at the fort.
- Well, I am.
And I'm interested
in Captain Walsh too.
I've already talked to him.
He's a weakling and a drunk...
but as far as I could figure out,
he told the truth at the court-martial.
I'll have to decide that for myself.
Well, as long as you're determined
to find out for yourself...
how about working together?
No sense in both of us
covering the same ground.
- Although I still think you're wasting your time.
- No thanks. I'll go it alone.
- Any particular reason?
- Yes-
a very particular reason.
We never saw eye-to-eye on anything.
I don't think we ever will.
- You walked out on us once. Let's just leave it that way.
- Fair enough.
Now if you don't mind,
I'll make a speech...
and tell you something
I didn't want to tell you in the beginning.
Walsh is in trouble- deep trouble.
There's a couple of people in town
who would be very happy...
to see him in a coffin on boot hill.
I did him a big favor the other night.
He's beginning to come around.
Sooner or later,
he'll talk if he lives.
I aim to keep him alive
until he does.
So stay clear of him until I'm through with him,
and stay clear of me.
Look who's comin'.
Uh, Pop, I think the stew
is boiling over.
- Ain't no stew on.
- Well, put some on.
- Hello.
- Oh, hello.
- Do you have an extra cup of coffee handy?
- One cup of coffee coming up.
Wish I were hungry.
That apple pie sure looks good.
- Want some?
- No thanks.
Won't you join me?
Oh, it's against the rules for the help
to associate with a paying customer.
- During working hours, that is.
- During working hours.
- And after that?
- After that, it's up to the help...
and the customer.
- How 'bout 9:00?
- 9:00's fine.
Peaceful.
Ah, hi, Tex.
- Hi, Molly. - Hiya,
Peaceful. - Hello.
Say, they tell me I better stay in good with you
if I wanna keep healthy.
Son, you sure move fast.
- Hit town one day, big job the next.
- I didn't know you had a job.
- Didn't he tell ya?
- No.
He's the new watchdog
for the syndicate.
Step on Leverett's toes,
and Tex steps on yours.
From the way you handled Bird the other night,
you won't run into no trouble.
- What'll you have, Peaceful?
- Oh, I didn't come to buy. I come to pay.
A fella kicked in
with five bucks he owed, and...
I thought I better settle up my bill
before Saturday rolls around.
Well, see you later.
My mules is gettin' lonesome. Adios-y!
- I'll go down and see about renting a buckboard tonight.
- That won't be necessary.
- What's the matter?
- Your job, that's what's the matter.
I know it's not much of a job, but it-
I wouldn't care if you swept out the gutters.
That would be honest.
But not this.
- What do you got against Mr. Leverett?
- My father's grave...
and all the rest of the graves
out at the fort.
- Isn't that enough?
- But Molly, you can't be sure-
I told you once before that General Blackwell
must have had a reason to do what he did.
Who had their claims all staked out
even before the territory was open?
Who knew right where the silver was?
Mr. Leverett, that's who-
the man you're paid to look after.
- But you're only guessing, Molly. It's not proof.
- It's all the proof I need.
I read what went on at that court-martial.
If the general hadn't died...
they'd have proved that he or his sons
were on Leverett's payroll.
Now- Now just a minute.
Come in, Cap'n.
Just in time.
- Time for what?
- Have a cup of coffee with me.
Good for the nerves.
- Nothing wrong with my nerves.
- Just a figure of speech, Captain.
- You two know each other?
- Of course.
If you want anything else, Captain, just yell.
I'll be out in back.
- Well, Cap'n, what's the verdict?
- I'm sorry I bothered you this morning.
Really wasn't anything
to get that excited about.
It was just that I was upset about the other night,
began imagining things.
So they've decided
to let you live a while longer.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Maybe I can refresh your memory.
I wouldn't try if I were you. It may be healthier
all around to let the matter drop...
before somebody begins to wonder
why you're so interested.
Threats, Captain?
Let's say, a word to the wise in gratitude
for having saved my life the other night.
You really think
you're out of the woods, huh?
I don't think we have
anything further to discuss.
You're in this way over your head, Walsh.
You'll be needing me again,
and when you do, remember the terms.
- Is that all you have to say?
- That's all. The next move is yours.
Cap'n Walsh.
My treat.
Your piece of silver.
- Bet five.
- Call.
- Wonder what he's doin' out here.
- Who is he?
Captain Blackwell,
General Blackwell's son-
you remember, the general who was court-martialed
on account of that massacre business.
- You're sure?
- Of course I'm sure.
Used to be my company commander
back in Fort Douglas. Your bet.
Deal me out.
- You seen Captain Walsh around here lately?
- Yeah, he left early tonight...
sober too.
- Are you positive?
- The fella said he was in his outfit at Fort Douglas.
Send up that new man, um,
Tex whatever his name is.
- I can handle it, Mr. Leverett.
- You've got your job for the night.
Go on.
Get him up here.
Whiskey, joe.
- Mr. Leverett wants to see you in his office.
- All right.
Save it, joe.
Hey, joe.
- Who is this Leverett?
- It ain't "this Leverett. " It's "Mr. Leverett. "
- And he owns this place?
- This place and practically every place hereabouts.
You ever hear of the Furnace Creek
Mining and Development Syndicate?
Well, he's it. Fella you just saw here
is one of his bodyguards.
Thank you, joe.
Come in.
- I'm Tex Cameron. Do you want to see me?
- Yes. Come in.
Sit down, Cameron.
I always like to know the boys
that work for me-
especially the ones whose duty it is
to look after my interests.
- Coffee?
- No thanks.
- It's been a pretty peaceful job so far.
- I hope it stays that way.
When the Sixth Cavalry moves in
the day after tomorrow...
I'd like them to find
a quiet, well-run town.
- Shanks didn't tell me the army was moving in.
- He didn't know about it either.
- Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore after that.
- On the contrary.
One of the penalties for success
is that you make enemies.
The man at the top is like the bull's-eye on a target.
Everybody's after him.
I wouldn't know anything about that.
I've never been where you are.
Hmm.
Well, it has its drawbacks.
A lot of people hate me
for a lot of reasons.
With some, it's ordinary jealousy.
With others-
Take, for instance,
there was a general...
involved in some way
with that massacre out at the fort-
uh, Blackwell his name was.
- You may have heard of it.
- Yeah, I remember reading something about it.
There was a great deal of bitterness
at the general's court-martial.
The defense claimed
that he was the victim of a plot...
and because I was
the first one into the territory...
you'll hear talk
that I was implicated in the affair.
I never listen to small talk
unless I'm paid to.
Unfortunately other people do.
General Blackwell's son is here in town.
- Yes?
- I want you to keep an eye on him.
- Well, do you think he's here to make trouble?
- I don't know.
That's why I want you to watch him.
That shouldn't be too difficult.
I'll take care of it, Mr. Leverett.
Don't you want to know
how to locate him?
I guess that would be a good idea.
That's the trouble
with you quick-trigger boys:
You need somebody else
to do your thinking for you.
He's going under the name
of"Gilmore. "
He's staying here at the hotel,
Room 12,just down the hall.
Gilmore in 12.
Yes, sir.
How soon does the stage leave?
- About a half hour.
- Well, check me off. I'll wait outside.
I told you this mornin',
you ain't on the list.
Well, I must be. Mr. Leverett said he'd arrange it.
You better check again.
I don't have to check.
I made up the list and you ain't on it.
- But there must be some mistake.
- There's no mistake.
I've been looking for you, Captain.
- Just a minute. I wanna talk to you.
- Yeah?
Thought you may be interested to know
they've learned who you are...
- and they got a pretty good idea what you came here for.
- I suppose you told them.
That's what you're paid for, isn't it-
to look out for Mr. Leverett's interests?
Remember that time when we were kids
and I pulled you out of the swimming hole...
Just as you were going down
for the third time?
Well, I made a big mistake.
I should've let you drown.
- You seen Tex Cameron?
- No. Good heavens, what happened to you?
A broken window. I fell. I've got to find Cameron.
Thought he might be here.
I don't know where he is.
Let me get something for those cuts.
There isn't time. Get me a piece of paper.
I've got to write something down quick.
- Will this do?
- Yes, anything.
What have you got to write that's so important?
You can read it when I've finished.
The whole world can read it.
I'll get some bandages.
Captain!
Pop! Pop, Pop!
Stop!
Stop! Help!
Help!
Help!
- What's the matter?
- It's Captain Walsh. He's been shot.
Lock the doors, Pop.
Keep everybody out.
His face was cut like that
when he came in... looking for you.
I never saw anyone so excited,
Just like he knew someone was after him.
- Where were you when he was shot?
- I'd gone to get some bandages.
But before I left,
he asked for a pen and ink.
- Pen and ink?
- Yes.
- Was he writing something?
- Yes.
Well, where is it?
What happened to what he was writing?
I don't know.
After I found him here,
I ran to get Pop.
And when I got back,
Just as I came into the room...
I saw a man go out the side door.
- Who was the man?
- I never saw him before.
All I could tell was he was about your size
and wearing a dark blue shirt.
I'll send somebody after him, Pop.
- Who did it?
- Is he dead?
He's dead.
That's all I can tell you.
Open up, it's me.
Looks like you're taking my advice after all,
leaving town.
Yeah.
Planning on stopping me?
No, but I'd like to ask you a question
before you leave. Did you kill Walsh?
- Is he dead?
- You know he's dead.
Let's skip the small talk.
There isn't much time.
All right.
If it will set your mind at ease,
I didn't kill him. It was over when I got there.
- Report that to your boss.
- Don't be a fool. I'm here to help you.
- You're a trifle late.
- I won't be if you get rid of that shirt.
- They saw you coming out of Pop's Shack.
- I'll take care of myself.
And another thing,
I want that confession that Walsh wrote.
If they find it on you,
they'll blow your head off.
Confession?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
The statement Walsh wrote before he was shot.
I thought you'd get around to that
sooner or later.
Well, if you want it, you'll have to take it.
The rest of you cover the back of the hotel.
You boys come with me.
- What's all the excitement?
- We thought you might need some help.
I'll let you know when I do.
- You know who he is, don't you?
- Sure. His name's Blackwell. General Blackwell's son.
You're right. I am.
But I'm not the only son-
What did you do that for?
He might have said something we ought to know.
He can talk all he wants in court
when the army gets here.
You're new around here, Cameron.
A man shoots somebody in the back,
he don't get a trial. He just gets hung.
- Come on, boys.
- Take it easy.
Leverett hired me
to look out for his interests.
I don't think a necktie party would give
the syndicate or the town a very good name.
But if you want one, go ahead. It's your
responsibility, not mine. Yours and the rest of you.
- Maybe we ought to let it ride.
- Yeah, he ain't goin' nowhere.
Give me a hand.
I want this to be a popular verdict...
one that the army
or nobody else can question.
Bring in the judge.
Come in, Your Honor.
Something, uh, you want me to do,
Mr. Leverett?
Yes, come in here.
Shut the door.
A fine figure of judicial authority.
Now listen to me,
and get this straight.
- Do you still remember how to run a court?
- Why, yes. I guess so. Why?
Be at Miners' Hall tomorrow morning
at 10:00, shaved and sober.
You're going to preside
at a murder trial.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
I'll see you before the trial,
tell you just what to say and when.
- Now get him out of here and clean him up.
- Come on, Your Honor.
- All right. You two know your story.
- Yes, sir.
Well, spread it around
and stir up the town.
And remember,
I want this to be a popular verdict.
Now get out of here.
- Molly, I've gotta talk to you.
- I don't think we have anything to discuss.
Molly, it's important, please.
Here. Let me carry this.
- You've gotta do something for me.
- Yes?
When you testify today,
I'd rather you didn't mention...
that Captain Walsh was writing something
when he was shot.
- Why shouldn't I? - I can't tell you
the reason yet. I'm only asking you-
What was he writing
that was so important?
I can't tell you that.
It wouldn't be safe for you to know.
- I'll have to be the judge of that.
- Look, Molly.
There's only one chance
to save Blackwell's life.
- Why are you so anxious to save him?
- Because he didn't kill Walsh.
I'm afraid that's not
the right answer, Cash.
- So you know?
- Yes, Mr. Blackwell.
The same papers that told about the court-martial
had quite a bit to say about your family.
I was looking them over again last night
and I put quite a few things together.
Molly, my father had no more to do
with the massacre than you did.
He was framed, pure and simple.
You've got to believe me and trust me.
My pa used to say that when a man
asked you to trust him...
it's time to get out
of his firing range.
And if you're counting
on me to help you...
all I can say is you better clear out of Furnace
Creek fast, before there's a double hanging.
Whoa! Hiya, Tex!
Hiya, Peaceful.
Can I give you a lift?
It's slower than walking.
Giddap, come on.
- You got troubles?
- Yeah.
- Big troubles?
- Big as they come.
There's a lot goes on around here
I ain't in on.
That's all right with me.
I got a feelin'...
the less I know about what's goin' on in this town,
the better I like livin' here.
Pretty good philosophy.
Comes a time in every man's life, though,
when he's either gotta be an ostrich or a man.
I'm thinkin' this is it.
I ain't the smartest man in town,
but they don't come no bigger.
I'd take it unfriendly if you didn't cut me in
on anything I could do for you.
Thanks, Peaceful.
I'll remember that.
I want to talk to you
and explain about last night.
Don't bother.
What happened last night speaks for itself.
Have you got the rope all ready
and the tree picked out?
I had to do what I did, Rufe.
They would've hung you on the spot if I hadn't.
- Yeah, sure. You did it for my own good.
- And now I'll tell you why.
Look, do we have to go on playing games?
I know all I want to know.
Now get out of here
and leave me alone.
I was doing all right my way
until you came along.
I had Walsh softened up,
beginning to break.
- And I gummed up the works. Is that it?
- That's about the size of it.
You're no good, Cash.
You've never been any good.
You can talk from now to doomsday,
and I'll believe only one thing:
I'm here, and you put me here.
Look.
Up to now, they don't know
that we're related.
You can go ahead and tell them if you like,
but if you don't...
- there may still be a chance to get you out of here.
- Don't worry.
I'm just as anxious as you are not to have
anybody know we have the same name.
Now get out of here.
- Morning, Mr. Leverett.
- Mr. Leverett.
Ralph.
This here court
will now come to order.
We are here to try
the defendant, uh- uh...
"Rufe Blackwell"...
with the murder of our esteemed townsman,
Captain Walsh.
Let's get going.
First witness.
Jose Artego.
You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Yes, sir.
Suppose you tell us
Just what you seen last night.
Well, I was walkin' up the street
towards Pop's place...
when I see this fella here
start shootin' at somebody inside.
There were three bullet holes in his back,
as neat a pattern as you ever saw.
Walsh wasn't carrying' no gun.
At least he didn't have no holster on him.
I was just going to close up
when Captain Walsh came in.
His face and hands were cut,
so I went to get some bandages.
I was in my room
when I heard the shots...
and when I came back,
Captain Walsh was just sliding off the stool.
I ran to get Pop,
and when we got to the doorway...
a man in a dark blue shirt
was running out.
That's him.
Order! Order! Order in the court! Go on.
Thank you.
Next witness.
I haven't finished yet.
There's something else.
Just before Captain Walsh was shot,
he was writing something.
I asked him what it was.
And he said the whole world could see it
when he was finished.
What became of what he was writing?
I don't know.
It was in his hand when I went to get Pop.
And when I came back...
- it was gone.
- Is that all?
That's all.
Well, folks,
that's the size of it.
This man come here under an assumed name
to kill Captain Walsh...
who testifiied
at the court-martial ofhis father.
I guess most everybody around here
remembers General Blackwell-
The man responsible for the massacre at the fort!
Order! Order!
Order in the court! Order!
The only question
we have to decide is:
Can a man come to this here town...
shoot one of our citizens in the back
and get away with it?
No! No!
Order! Order!
Order in the court! Order!
Order! Order!
Order in the court!
Mr. Public Defender,
have you anything to say for your man?
I, um- I haven't had a chance
to talk the situation over with my client.
But, uh, after hearing
all this testimony...
I don't see much point
in trying to change the facts.
The defense rests.
So be it. The jury will retire
and decide on the verdict.
- We've already decided. Your Honor, we find him-
- Wait a minute.
You, Blackwell.
Stand up according to hoyle.
- All right. Go ahead.
- We find him guilty.
Order! Order in the court!
So be it.
The sentence of this court is that the prisoner
will be hanged by the neck until dead.
Come on, you.
Get up the stairs. Go on.
Hold it.
Never mind this.
Out the window, quick.
- Go!
- Bird!
Round up some of the boys
and head south along the ridge.
- We'll take the Back Pass.
- Right.
If Walsh wrote what I think he wrote...
and they get out of the territory with it,
I'll kill you, so help me.
Come on.
Maybe this is as good a place as any
to make a stand.
We could hold a few of'em off,
but they'd just send back for more help.
We'd better separate.
They can't follow both of us. Here. Take this.
Follow the stream for a ways so you won't
leave any sign. Then cut up over the hill.
There's a town with a federal marshal
about 30 miles due west.
I'll cut back this way
and lead them off.
That's a good plan.
Only one thing wrong with it.
- Look. This is no time to argue.
- I don't want to argue.
You're a gambler.
We'll flip for it.
Heads, you're the decoy.
Tails, I am.
Heads, me.
Tails, you.
You better get goin'.
Wait a minute. Before you go,
there's something I want to say.
- Forget it.
- Well, good luck, Brother.
Whoa, whoa.
- One of'em went off this way.
- What do you mean, "one"?
There's only one trail.
- There he goes.
- You men follow the river.
Watch out for an ambush.
Come on.
You heard him.
Split up.
- He just went in the barracks.
- Good. Spread out.
Are you lookin' for someone?
Looks like this is the end of the line.
I wouldn't.
You've caused me a lot of trouble, Cameron.
I'd just as soon go out as Cash Blackwell,
if you don't mind.
So that's it.
General Blackwell's other son.
Well, that suits me fine
and explains a lot.
Where's that statement Walsh wrote?
- My brother's got it.
- You're lying.
You wouldn't go to all this trouble
and trust it to anybody else. Hand it over.
If I do, what then?
A quick bullet, nice and clean.
- And if I don't?
- The slow way.
Well, I tried. L-
It's out there in the hat band.
Get it.
- I don't think I can make it.
- Go on. Get it.
And then I rode my mule
right in the front door of the Crystal Bar.
Cash, it's come!
It's come!
It's all over the front page. Look.
Isn't it wonderful?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I hurt your arm?
It never felt better.
Well, I don't need no stone wall to fall on me
to know it's time to go.
What's your hurry?
New marshal said if I didn't stay put,
he's gonna get a bigger tree.
I'd sure hate to have him do that.
Just when I'm gettin' used to this one.
Oh, my.
Well, adios-y.
silver was not yet king in the Furnace Hills.
But rumor that the Apache Indians used
silver bullets in their rifles was widespread...
and certain interests were clamoring
for the territory...
to be thrown open to the white man
for development and exploitation.
Tension was gathering, and supplies
and reinforcements were en route...
- to the hard-pressed garrison
at old Fort Furnace Creek.
The route to Fort Furnace Creek lay
through territory dominated by Little Dog-
as ruthless and shrewd a fighter...
as his master, old Geronimo himself.
- Troop, halt! Halt!
- Captain Walsh, sir?
- What is it?
- Dispatch from Fort Putnam.
- Trouble, Cap?
- Inform General Blackwell his orders will be carried out.
- That's all.
- Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Ramsay?
- Yes, sir.
- We're to proceed to Lordsburg immediately.
- The wagon trail will continue on to Fort Furnace Creek.
- Without escort?
- Those are my orders.
- But you can't leave us here unprotected.
- And them hills are swarmin' with Apache.
- We haven't seen any.
You don't till it's too late. Give an Apache
a blade of grass to hide behind...
you'll have an arrow in your gullet
before he's within 10 miles.
- I can't understand such an order, sir.
- Give the command.
Yes, sir.
Army or no army, I'm responsible for this outfit.
You go to Lordsburg, we go with you.
We couldn't wait for you.
The orders say, "with all possible speed. "
- That's not an order. That's a death warrant.
- I'm sorry. I've no choice.
Troop, forward. Yo!
- Hey!
- Move!
Here they come!
- Wagon train! -
Mail! - Mail from home!
- Tonight we can have a party!
- Come on. It is!
Hey! You're not w-
The massacre at Fort Furnace Creek
aroused both Congress and the nation.
The Apache were driven out,
and the territory was thrown open.
Boomtowns sprang up overnight
in the newly expropriated territory.
In a matter of months,
10,000 settlers, miners and merchants...
poured into the Furnace Hills.
The largest of these mushroom towns
was Furnace Creek.
Meanwhile, an investigation of the massacre
was being held at Fort Leavenworth...
resulting in court-martial proceedings
against General Fletcher Blackwell...
who was charged with sending the order
that recalled the cavalry escort.
Captain Walsh, you've already testified that
the wagon master showed deep concern...
at General Blackwell's order.
Exactly how did he express himself?
At first he said that he would refuse to continue
with the trip if we left him without escort.
I advised him that
I had to obey my orders.
- What did he say then?
- He said it wasn't an order. It was a death warrant.
Were you of the same opinion?
- Do I have to answer?
- That's all.
Captain Steele, do you also wish
to reexamine the witness for the defense?
Yes, sir.
Captain Walsh, you have requested permission
to resign from the army?
- I have.
- Why?
General Blackwell was my commanding officer.
I always looked up to him.
When this happened, I-
I lost heart for the army.
You testified that, after you showed
the order to Lieutenant Ramsay...
you placed it
in one of your saddlebags...
and that your mount,
along with several others...
was stampeded by raiding Apaches
during evening mess, and the order was lost.
That is right.
May I draw the attention of the court, sir,
to the rather odd circumstance...
of the Apache conveniently
running off the witness's horse?
Objection, sir!
Such inferences are improper,
Captain Steele.
The court will disregard them.
Strike them from the record.
- That is all.
- Excused.
- Yes, sir.
- This way, sir.
- How does it look, Captain?
- Your father hasn't testified yet.
- Were you on the stand?
- Yes.
Well, surely you don't believe
the general sent that order.
I can only testify as to facts.
But you served under him.
You know the sort of a man he is.
I'm sorry, Captain, very sorry.
- Have you any more witnesses, Captain Steele?
- Yes, sir. I call one more.
I call General Fletcher Blackwell.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear the evidence that you shall give
in the case now in hearing...
shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth so help you God?
I do.
General Blackwell, did you dispatch
the order in question to Captain Walsh?
- I did not.
- What then was the nature of the order you did send to him?
After Captain Walsh left headquarters,
I learned that Little Dog...
was in the vicinity of Fort Furnace Creek
in greater strength than I had supposed.
My dispatch to Captain Walsh
informed him of the situation there...
and reiterated my previous order to make
all possible speed to Fort Furnace Creek.
Have you any knowledge of the order
Captain Walsh testified he received?
- None whatever.
- Your witness.
General Blackwell, two years ago you commanded
an expedition into the Furnace Hills.
- I did.
- What was the purpose of the expedition?
It was a peace mission. Some of the Indians
were going off the reservation.
We hoped to restore the friendly relations
that had existed between the tribe and ourselves.
Did you succeed?
My official report
is available to you.
I've already read your official report,
General, very carefully.
Frankly I'm a bit puzzled by it-
not by what it says, because it covers
the Indian situation very thoroughly...
but by what it does not say.
Isn't it true, General,
that while you were in the Furnace Hills...
you discovered one of the richest silver lodes
in the western hemisphere?
You'll answer the question,
General Blackwell.
Yes. I found the Furnace Hills
to be rich in silver.
Why didn't you say so
in your official report?
It's an old story:
We make a treaty with an Indian tribe,
cede lands to them forever.
The lands are then found to be rich
in mineral deposits or valuable for colonization...
so the treaty is broken,
the tribe is driven off.
I knew this would eventually happen
to Furnace Hills, and I wanted no part in it.
- Uh, tell the court, please: Was that your only motive?
- It was.
Do you have any interest or shares
in a corporation...
know as the Furnace Creek
Mining and Development Syndicate?
- I have not.
- Are you aware of the fact that this syndicate...
has established claims and mining interests
in the newly opened territory?
No, I am not.
These records establish the fact
that many of these mineral claims...
were already in operation
the day after the territory was opened...
thus clearly indicating that the syndicate
had known in advance...
of these mineral deposits.
- Would you care to examine them?
- I would not. I know nothing whatever of the matter!
Of course these mineral deposits
were of no value to the syndicate or anyone else...
as long as the territory
remained closed.
Thus it was possible to assume...
that if the Apache could be provoked
into wiping out an unescorted wagon train...
then destroying the garrison
at Fort Furnace Creek, the massacre...
would inevitably lead to the ousting
of the Indians and opening of the territory.
I object. General Blackwell has testified
he did not write the order to recall the escort.
- Objection sustained.
- General Blackwell...
would you please tell the court
the names of your immediate relatives.
Mrs. Blackwell is dead.
I have two sons:
Captain Rufe Blackwell,
United States Artillery...
and Cash Blackwell,
not in the service.
Could it be possible
that either of your sons...
has a share or interest in the Furnace Creek
Mining and Development Syndicate?
No! Captain Blackwell
is instructing in tactics at West Point.
- He has no interests other than his career as an officer.
- And your other son?
I have not seen or communicated
with him for some time.
- For how long?
- A number of years! I resent this effort...
to indicate that members of my family
are involved in this despicable affair!
It's contrary to all procedure!
Strange you haven't heard
from your brother.
What's strange about that?
I know he and the general had a falling-out,
but at a time like this, one would think-
Cash never knew the meaning
of family loyalty.
- Oh, I'm not defending him, Rufe. It's just that I-
- I'd rather not discuss it.
Captain Blackwell, will you come in please?
Your father's had an attack.
- Hey, uh, your name is Blackwell, ain't it?
- It is.
You any relation to
a General Fletcher Blackwell?
- Not that I know of. Why?
- He just died.
Lucky for him he did,
or they'd have probably hung him.
Well...
I'll go and see if they've decided
what to do with you yet.
You're a free man, Mr. Blackwell.
Hey. Marshal says you was right after all.
That was a marked deck.
- Here's your gun, sir.
- Thanks.
Thank the marshal for me.
It says here,
"The transcript of court-martial testimony...
"can be made available
to interested persons...
"by applying to:
Thejudge Advocate General's Office...
War Department, Washington, D.C."
- Good. I'd like to file an application immediately.
- What's the case in question?
The court-martial
of General Fletcher Blackwell.
I'm trying to locate
a retired army officer.
- Western command?
- Yes.
- Recently retired?
- Very recently.
Well, we ought to have
a file on him then.
- Name and rank.
- Grover A. Walsh...
captain, cavalry, Sixth Regiment.
Captain Walsh did live here.
He moved about a month ago.
- Poor man.
- Why do you say that?
Oh, I just meant, it was a shame to see
a gentleman like him drinkin' so heavy.
- Do you know where he moved to?
- Didn't say what town.
Just mentioned something
about the new territory.
Thanks.
That helps some.
- Howdy.
- Nice and cool here.
- Sit a while.
- Thanks.
- Jones's the name. Peacefuljones.
- Tex Cameron.
- From Texas?
- That's right.
Never met a fella yet from Texas
they didn't call "Tex. "
- State law.
- State law. Yeah, that's good.
- State law.
- Do they put you here often?
Just Saturday nights.
Took six of'em to do it this time.
No calaboose in town?
They're buildin' one.
Sure gonna be mighty lonesome Sundays
when they get it finished.
- You stayin' here?
- Maybe.
- Lookin' for a job?
- Depends on what it is.
Too bad you ain't a teamster.
I could sure use one.
- How do you know I'm not?
- With them hands?
Hands tell a lot about a fella.
Now, I'd peg you for a city man...
or... gambler...
or maybe a gunman.
- Hot, ain't it?
- Yeah.
Saturday night sure will make you thirsty
Sunday mornin'.
Too bad the town's all closed up.
- I could bring you a drink.
- It ain't closed that tight.
You don't have to trouble yourself bringin' it.
I'll go with ya.
- How about this hardware you're wearing?
- Don't you worry about that.
- You do this often?
- Just on Sundays.
Oh, boy!
Heh-heh-heh-hey.
- Hi, Peaceful.
- Hi, joe.
Whiskey.
Same.
How come this place is open?
I thought everything was sewed up on Sundays.
Belongs to the syndicate,
like the hotel.
Mr. Leverett don't like sin on Sundays.
But if you gotta have it...
he figures you better have it in his place.
Whiskey, joe.
I'll pay you tomorrow.
Cash on the line, Captain. Orders.
- Aw, I left my wallet in my room. Surely
you can just- - I said, it was orders.
You want 'em changed?
See the man that makes 'em.
- Join us, Cap'n? Another glass, joe.
- Well, thanks, Mr. -
- Cameron.
- Walsh is my name.
I knew a lot of officers
down in Laredo.
- Ever stationed in Texas, Cap'n?
- No.
Cap was with the Sixth, weren't ya?
Yeah.
Famous outfit.
You must've been proud of it.
To the Sixth Cavalry, sir.
I'd like to reciprocate, but unfortunately
I left my wallet in my room.
You'll have plenty of time, Cap'n.
I'm gonna be here for quite a spell.
Coming, Peaceful?
So long, joe.
See ya, Cap.
Bring that bottle back.
I didn't say I was through.
- I told you twice already, I-
- Your job is to serve the customers! Do it.
Where did you get a $10 gold piece?
- See you later, Peaceful.
- Remind me, Tex, I owe you one next payday.
- You're starting a little early, aren't you?
- Well, what if I am?
It's bad for your health.
You ought to pull yourself together, Walsh.
- Well, don't worry about me.
- I'm not, but Mr. Leverett might.
Maybe a little worry will do him good.
You want me to tell him that?
I don't care what you tell him.
- Stay with 'em, Charlie. You'll beat 'em.
- Thanks.
- Make her fast, joe. Where's that waiter? Hey, waiter!
- Yes, sir.
- Set 'em up for here.
- Four beers comin' up.
Yeah, and make it snappy, will ya?
- Two pair. - Aces
and jacks. - Beats me.
Straight, seven high.
- Mmm. Hey, waiter, fill it up.
- Yes, sir.
- Five dollars.
- Out.
- Raise it.
- Call.
- What do you do, Captain?
- Um, call.
You got a gun, Captain?
- Oh, why? What's-What's the matter?
- Put it on the table.
If you've got a queen of spades
in that handkerchief, start shootin'.
L- I haven't got any card there.
- Your move.
- Now- Now wait a minute!
Sorry. But that card was planted
on Captain Walsh by you.
I don't usually butt in on personal matters,
but Captain Walsh is my friend.
I don't know who you are.
I'll see you again.
- Well, boys, you care to go on with the game?
- No thanks. It's past my bedtime.
Mine too.
I'm indebted to you once again,
Mr. Cameron.
He figured to kill you.
And this would've made it look right.
- Why?
- I don't know.
You better be giving it some thought.
I may not be around the next time.
I haven't done anything to anybody.
He just lost his head.
- You sure of that?
- I don't know what you mean.
Suit yourself.
But after this, you better keep your door locked
and don't go out nights.
- If you'll excuse me.
- Your chips-You better cash 'em in.
Oh, yeah.
Mr. Shanks wants to see you upstairs.
Room 5.
That's very nice of him,
but, uh, who's Mr. Shanks?
- He runs this place for Mr. Leverett.
- I'll go right up.
- What are the blues worth?
- A dollar.
You owe me 10.
Your gun.
Come in.
Mr. Cameron?
Come on in.
- Sit down.
- Thanks.
- You're a stranger in town, ain't you?
- Just got in this morning.
And into mischief right away.
Mr. Leverett don't like gun smoke.
There's been too much of it hereabouts.
This fellow was figuring to kill a man.
- You lookin' for a job?
- Maybe.
- Fast on the draw?
- Fast enough.
- Draw, Mr. Cameron.
- It's kinda risky business, Mr. Shanks.
Just a friendly test of speed.
When I bring my gun out, Mr. Shanks,
I bring it out shooting-
Just an old habit of mine.
However, if you don't mind, I don't.
- Forget it. You're hired.
- To do what?
To keep the peace for Mr. Leverett.
250 a month.
I blow a fella's hand away,
and you offer me a job. How come?
When a man can knock the knuckles
off a moving hand at 10 paces...
I want him on Mr. Leverett's side.
I see. I'm to be sort of a bodyguard,
is that it?
That's it.
All right.
I'll give it a try.
Fine.
You're on the payroll starting now.
Uh, Mr. Cameron, you play dominoes?
- I'm a whiz at it.
- Well, we must have us a game.
Can you tell me the way
to Fort Furnace Creek?
Yes. You go south along the valley
seven or eight miles...
and then turn west
when you hit the old wagon road.
Thanks.
- Someone who belonged to you?
- My pa.
Bill Baxter.
I've heard that name.
Maybe you saw him fight.
Yeah, that's right. Dodge City. He went 48 rounds
bare knuckles with a fella named, uh-
- Cassidy. Corporal Cassidy.
- Yeah.
I'll never forget that day.
They stood me on a cracker barrel
so I could see.
The corporal was built of boilerplate,
Pa said...
- and every time Pa walloped him,
he clanged like a dinner bell!
It was a good fight- the kind my old man liked.
Did you know him?
- No. I wish I had.
- Oh, you'd have been crazy about him. Everybody was.
- I'm Molly.
- Tex Cameron.
- You got somebody buried here too?
- No, not here.
- I just rode out to see the fort.
- Oh. I thought maybe you had.
I guess I'd better be getting back to town.
- Mind if I walk back to your buckboard with you?
- Please do.
- Come out here often?
- That's why I moved out here from Kansas City-
so I could visit Pa's grave.
From the looks of that fort,
that garrison didn't have much of a chance.
I hope it's never rebuilt.
I hope it's left just the way it is always...
with the broken arrows
and the guns they never got to fire.
- That sounds like a strange hope.
- Not at all.
I never want to forget
what happened there...
and that there's somebody still living
who shouldn't be.
- I don't follow you.
- It took more than one man to dig Pa's grave.
Oh, I've thought about it
a thousand times...
and about that General Blackwell
and why he sold out his own men.
- How do you know he did?
- Somebody must have paid him to send that order.
- Anyone special in mind?
- Who profited? Ask yourself that.
- You forget I'm a stranger here.
- You'll learn. Oh, I'm sorry.
I keep forgetting, this doesn't mean anything
to strangers. Let's talk about something else.
- All right. Let's talk about you. What else do you do around here?
- I work at the Shack in town.
- The Shack?
- Pop Murphy's place.
Mulligan stew and apple pie-
That's us.
- Homemade?
- I make the pie.
Pop won't let anybody touch that mulligan.
That's his specialty.
Well, looks like you got
a new customer.
- Now that you know all about me, what about you? What do you do?
- Oh, nothing in particular.
You might say I'm sort of a jack-of-all-trades.
I guess I've tried about everything.
Go on.
Well, before I came out here,
I worked on a riverboat on the Mississippi.
The river's beautiful,
especially at night...
but it's not as beautiful as this.
There's something lonely and quiet
about the desert country.
I like it.
- Are you gonna stay in Furnace?
- For a while.
Good. I mean, Pop will be delighted
to get a new customer.
I liked it better the first time.
- So this is where I eat the best food in town, huh?
- Nothing less.
- I'll run the team down to the stable for you.
- Well, thanks.
Come on. Oops.
Hiya, Pop. I brought you a new customer.
Meet Mr. Cameron. This is Pop.
- Howdy, Pop.
- Always glad to meet a new customer.
It's funny.
Ever since Molly came to work for me...
more young fellas get to hankerin'
for my mulligan.
Oh-ho, that's what I like about you, Pop:
Right to the point.
See you later, Pop.
- Bye, Molly.
- Bye.
- Sparkin'?
- Don't be foolish, Pop. I just met him an hour ago.
- An hour is an awful long time when
sittin' on a hot stove. - Oh, ho-ho!
- Every seat's taken? The stage is never full going out of here.
- It is tonight.
- Well, let me see the list.
- Sorry, Captain. No seats.
- But look. L-
- I said, no seats!
I'll buy that horse.
- He's already sold.
- I'll give you 40.
- I just told you, he's al-
- Fifty.
You must be hard of hearin'.
- Good morning, Cap'n.
- Good morning.
Wonderful weather.
Makes a man glad to be alive.
I was just going down to buy
a new bridle for my horse.
Great little horse, that. Not much to look at,
but he can go all day long.
- You wouldn't like to sell him, would you?
- I hadn't thought of it.
- I'd take good care of him. I used to be
in the cavalry, you know. - Yes, I- I know.
- If it's a question of money-
- Sorry, Cap'n, but I'm afraid...
your money isn't any good
around here today.
Look, Mr. Cameron. You can help me.
Nobody need know. You could say I stole the horse.
I know what I could say.
The point is, why should I?
I guess there's no reason except that...
I'll be killed if you don't.
I don't sign any blank checks,
Captain, for anybody.
But I'll make you a deal. Tell me why
you're in trouble, and maybe I'll help you.
- It wouldn't interest you.
- Suit yourself, Cap'n. I'll see you around.
Why do you want to know?
It doesn't concern you.
Why it concerns me is my business.
Your business is saving your life.
If that's what you want,
write it down in black and white.
I'll see that you get out of town
in one piece.
- Oh, I couldn't do that. L-
- Why not? Who are you protecting?
- It isn't that. It's just that I-
- Figure it all out, Captain.
You couldn't possibly be
in a worse fix than you are.
All right. I'll tell you. L-
Whoa.
- Hello, Mr. Leverett. We're glad to have you back.
- Glad to be back. Hi, Artego.
- How's everything?
- Fine. Everything's fine.
Good. Hello, joe.
Well, what happened to your hand, Bird?
A little accident, Mr. Leverett.
Nothing important.
- That's too bad.
- I've got those reports ready for you.
- So that's Leverett.
- Yeah.
- Well, Cap'n, what about-
- I'll have to think it over first.
I'll let you know later.
- Thanks, Artego.
- Yes, sir.
I've got all these mine reports filed
according to date right here on your desk.
- Production records look pretty good.
- Never mind about that.
- That isn't what I came back for.
- Is there anything wrong?
The Sixth Cavalry
has been ordered back here.
The entire territory will be under their supervision
starting day after tomorrow.
- What's the idea?
- The War Department...
didn't see fit to take me
into their confidence.
You don't suppose they're getting curious
about what happened at-
Shut up.
That's closed. Finished.
- Well, I was just wondering-
- Well, don't.
The army will be welcome here.
We have nothing to hide, nothing to fear.
- Remember that.
- Yes, sir.
- Except-
- Except what?
- You remember that money you told
me to send to Little Dog? - Mm-hmm.
He sent it back...
with this in it.
- This can mean only one thing.
- That's right.
He wants your scalp.
He figures we double-crossed him.
Well, we did, didn't we?
Yes, sir. We did.
Unfortunately for him,
he's in no position to do anything about it.
- He can't prove anything.
He's a fugitive and a renegade.
The army will shoot him on sight.
See who it is.
- I want to see Mr. Leverett.
- He's busy.
Let him in.
- How are you, Captain? Sit down.
- No thank you.
- What can I do for you?
- Let me go.
- Let- Go where?
- Anywhere. Just let me go away from here.
I've played fair with you.
I've kept my end of the bargain.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Well, ask him. He does.
Oh, there was some trouble
downstairs last night.
- A question about how many queens a man could hold.
- You tried to frame me.
You wanted an excuse to have me killed,
and now you won't let me get out of town.
Every place I try, they've got orders-
his orders- to keep me here...
- until he can think of a good, safe way to have me killed.
- Easy, Captain.
I don't know what went on last night,
but I am here now, and I give the orders.
- When do you want to leave?
- Oh, the first stage out tonight.
- I tried to get a seat, but they told me-
- You'll be on it. Here.
Buy yourself a drink.
You look like you need one.
Why, thanks, Mr. Leverett. Thanks.
I guess I got a little excited.
And if I don't see you before you go,
good-bye and good luck.
Thanks.
And the same to you, Mr. Leverett.
What's the matter with you?
Can't you carry out an order?
I told you before I left,
he was coming apart.
Well, I- I had it all rigged for last night,
but something went wrong.
I want him out of the way
before the army moves in.
And I want it to look legitimate so there'll be
no questions asked by the army or anybody.
I'll get on it right away.
If nothing else works, I'll-
I'll take some money from the hotel safe
and plant it on him.
- Do what you have to do, but get it over with tonight.
- All right.
- Here ya are. Room 12, upstairs to your left.
- Thank you.
Hi.
- What's new?
- Not much so far. One out and one in.
Take it easy.
- Howdy, Mr. Gilmore.
- Cash.
Cameron's the name-Tex Cameron.
- How are you, Rufe?
- Well enough. And you?
- No better, no worse. It's been a long time since-
- Yes, almost six years.
- Sorry I couldn't get home for the funeral.
- We didn't count on you.
Take it easy, Rufe.
He was my father too.
It's a little late
to be remembering that, isn't it?
Sorry.
What are you doing out here, Rufe?
You know the answer to that
as well as I do.
I came here to see what I could do
to clear the general's name.
You're wasting your time.
I've been all over it.
It's ancient history out here.
- They're not even interested in what happened at the fort.
- Well, I am.
And I'm interested
in Captain Walsh too.
I've already talked to him.
He's a weakling and a drunk...
but as far as I could figure out,
he told the truth at the court-martial.
I'll have to decide that for myself.
Well, as long as you're determined
to find out for yourself...
how about working together?
No sense in both of us
covering the same ground.
- Although I still think you're wasting your time.
- No thanks. I'll go it alone.
- Any particular reason?
- Yes-
a very particular reason.
We never saw eye-to-eye on anything.
I don't think we ever will.
- You walked out on us once. Let's just leave it that way.
- Fair enough.
Now if you don't mind,
I'll make a speech...
and tell you something
I didn't want to tell you in the beginning.
Walsh is in trouble- deep trouble.
There's a couple of people in town
who would be very happy...
to see him in a coffin on boot hill.
I did him a big favor the other night.
He's beginning to come around.
Sooner or later,
he'll talk if he lives.
I aim to keep him alive
until he does.
So stay clear of him until I'm through with him,
and stay clear of me.
Look who's comin'.
Uh, Pop, I think the stew
is boiling over.
- Ain't no stew on.
- Well, put some on.
- Hello.
- Oh, hello.
- Do you have an extra cup of coffee handy?
- One cup of coffee coming up.
Wish I were hungry.
That apple pie sure looks good.
- Want some?
- No thanks.
Won't you join me?
Oh, it's against the rules for the help
to associate with a paying customer.
- During working hours, that is.
- During working hours.
- And after that?
- After that, it's up to the help...
and the customer.
- How 'bout 9:00?
- 9:00's fine.
Peaceful.
Ah, hi, Tex.
- Hi, Molly. - Hiya,
Peaceful. - Hello.
Say, they tell me I better stay in good with you
if I wanna keep healthy.
Son, you sure move fast.
- Hit town one day, big job the next.
- I didn't know you had a job.
- Didn't he tell ya?
- No.
He's the new watchdog
for the syndicate.
Step on Leverett's toes,
and Tex steps on yours.
From the way you handled Bird the other night,
you won't run into no trouble.
- What'll you have, Peaceful?
- Oh, I didn't come to buy. I come to pay.
A fella kicked in
with five bucks he owed, and...
I thought I better settle up my bill
before Saturday rolls around.
Well, see you later.
My mules is gettin' lonesome. Adios-y!
- I'll go down and see about renting a buckboard tonight.
- That won't be necessary.
- What's the matter?
- Your job, that's what's the matter.
I know it's not much of a job, but it-
I wouldn't care if you swept out the gutters.
That would be honest.
But not this.
- What do you got against Mr. Leverett?
- My father's grave...
and all the rest of the graves
out at the fort.
- Isn't that enough?
- But Molly, you can't be sure-
I told you once before that General Blackwell
must have had a reason to do what he did.
Who had their claims all staked out
even before the territory was open?
Who knew right where the silver was?
Mr. Leverett, that's who-
the man you're paid to look after.
- But you're only guessing, Molly. It's not proof.
- It's all the proof I need.
I read what went on at that court-martial.
If the general hadn't died...
they'd have proved that he or his sons
were on Leverett's payroll.
Now- Now just a minute.
Come in, Cap'n.
Just in time.
- Time for what?
- Have a cup of coffee with me.
Good for the nerves.
- Nothing wrong with my nerves.
- Just a figure of speech, Captain.
- You two know each other?
- Of course.
If you want anything else, Captain, just yell.
I'll be out in back.
- Well, Cap'n, what's the verdict?
- I'm sorry I bothered you this morning.
Really wasn't anything
to get that excited about.
It was just that I was upset about the other night,
began imagining things.
So they've decided
to let you live a while longer.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Maybe I can refresh your memory.
I wouldn't try if I were you. It may be healthier
all around to let the matter drop...
before somebody begins to wonder
why you're so interested.
Threats, Captain?
Let's say, a word to the wise in gratitude
for having saved my life the other night.
You really think
you're out of the woods, huh?
I don't think we have
anything further to discuss.
You're in this way over your head, Walsh.
You'll be needing me again,
and when you do, remember the terms.
- Is that all you have to say?
- That's all. The next move is yours.
Cap'n Walsh.
My treat.
Your piece of silver.
- Bet five.
- Call.
- Wonder what he's doin' out here.
- Who is he?
Captain Blackwell,
General Blackwell's son-
you remember, the general who was court-martialed
on account of that massacre business.
- You're sure?
- Of course I'm sure.
Used to be my company commander
back in Fort Douglas. Your bet.
Deal me out.
- You seen Captain Walsh around here lately?
- Yeah, he left early tonight...
sober too.
- Are you positive?
- The fella said he was in his outfit at Fort Douglas.
Send up that new man, um,
Tex whatever his name is.
- I can handle it, Mr. Leverett.
- You've got your job for the night.
Go on.
Get him up here.
Whiskey, joe.
- Mr. Leverett wants to see you in his office.
- All right.
Save it, joe.
Hey, joe.
- Who is this Leverett?
- It ain't "this Leverett. " It's "Mr. Leverett. "
- And he owns this place?
- This place and practically every place hereabouts.
You ever hear of the Furnace Creek
Mining and Development Syndicate?
Well, he's it. Fella you just saw here
is one of his bodyguards.
Thank you, joe.
Come in.
- I'm Tex Cameron. Do you want to see me?
- Yes. Come in.
Sit down, Cameron.
I always like to know the boys
that work for me-
especially the ones whose duty it is
to look after my interests.
- Coffee?
- No thanks.
- It's been a pretty peaceful job so far.
- I hope it stays that way.
When the Sixth Cavalry moves in
the day after tomorrow...
I'd like them to find
a quiet, well-run town.
- Shanks didn't tell me the army was moving in.
- He didn't know about it either.
- Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore after that.
- On the contrary.
One of the penalties for success
is that you make enemies.
The man at the top is like the bull's-eye on a target.
Everybody's after him.
I wouldn't know anything about that.
I've never been where you are.
Hmm.
Well, it has its drawbacks.
A lot of people hate me
for a lot of reasons.
With some, it's ordinary jealousy.
With others-
Take, for instance,
there was a general...
involved in some way
with that massacre out at the fort-
uh, Blackwell his name was.
- You may have heard of it.
- Yeah, I remember reading something about it.
There was a great deal of bitterness
at the general's court-martial.
The defense claimed
that he was the victim of a plot...
and because I was
the first one into the territory...
you'll hear talk
that I was implicated in the affair.
I never listen to small talk
unless I'm paid to.
Unfortunately other people do.
General Blackwell's son is here in town.
- Yes?
- I want you to keep an eye on him.
- Well, do you think he's here to make trouble?
- I don't know.
That's why I want you to watch him.
That shouldn't be too difficult.
I'll take care of it, Mr. Leverett.
Don't you want to know
how to locate him?
I guess that would be a good idea.
That's the trouble
with you quick-trigger boys:
You need somebody else
to do your thinking for you.
He's going under the name
of"Gilmore. "
He's staying here at the hotel,
Room 12,just down the hall.
Gilmore in 12.
Yes, sir.
How soon does the stage leave?
- About a half hour.
- Well, check me off. I'll wait outside.
I told you this mornin',
you ain't on the list.
Well, I must be. Mr. Leverett said he'd arrange it.
You better check again.
I don't have to check.
I made up the list and you ain't on it.
- But there must be some mistake.
- There's no mistake.
I've been looking for you, Captain.
- Just a minute. I wanna talk to you.
- Yeah?
Thought you may be interested to know
they've learned who you are...
- and they got a pretty good idea what you came here for.
- I suppose you told them.
That's what you're paid for, isn't it-
to look out for Mr. Leverett's interests?
Remember that time when we were kids
and I pulled you out of the swimming hole...
Just as you were going down
for the third time?
Well, I made a big mistake.
I should've let you drown.
- You seen Tex Cameron?
- No. Good heavens, what happened to you?
A broken window. I fell. I've got to find Cameron.
Thought he might be here.
I don't know where he is.
Let me get something for those cuts.
There isn't time. Get me a piece of paper.
I've got to write something down quick.
- Will this do?
- Yes, anything.
What have you got to write that's so important?
You can read it when I've finished.
The whole world can read it.
I'll get some bandages.
Captain!
Pop! Pop, Pop!
Stop!
Stop! Help!
Help!
Help!
- What's the matter?
- It's Captain Walsh. He's been shot.
Lock the doors, Pop.
Keep everybody out.
His face was cut like that
when he came in... looking for you.
I never saw anyone so excited,
Just like he knew someone was after him.
- Where were you when he was shot?
- I'd gone to get some bandages.
But before I left,
he asked for a pen and ink.
- Pen and ink?
- Yes.
- Was he writing something?
- Yes.
Well, where is it?
What happened to what he was writing?
I don't know.
After I found him here,
I ran to get Pop.
And when I got back,
Just as I came into the room...
I saw a man go out the side door.
- Who was the man?
- I never saw him before.
All I could tell was he was about your size
and wearing a dark blue shirt.
I'll send somebody after him, Pop.
- Who did it?
- Is he dead?
He's dead.
That's all I can tell you.
Open up, it's me.
Looks like you're taking my advice after all,
leaving town.
Yeah.
Planning on stopping me?
No, but I'd like to ask you a question
before you leave. Did you kill Walsh?
- Is he dead?
- You know he's dead.
Let's skip the small talk.
There isn't much time.
All right.
If it will set your mind at ease,
I didn't kill him. It was over when I got there.
- Report that to your boss.
- Don't be a fool. I'm here to help you.
- You're a trifle late.
- I won't be if you get rid of that shirt.
- They saw you coming out of Pop's Shack.
- I'll take care of myself.
And another thing,
I want that confession that Walsh wrote.
If they find it on you,
they'll blow your head off.
Confession?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
The statement Walsh wrote before he was shot.
I thought you'd get around to that
sooner or later.
Well, if you want it, you'll have to take it.
The rest of you cover the back of the hotel.
You boys come with me.
- What's all the excitement?
- We thought you might need some help.
I'll let you know when I do.
- You know who he is, don't you?
- Sure. His name's Blackwell. General Blackwell's son.
You're right. I am.
But I'm not the only son-
What did you do that for?
He might have said something we ought to know.
He can talk all he wants in court
when the army gets here.
You're new around here, Cameron.
A man shoots somebody in the back,
he don't get a trial. He just gets hung.
- Come on, boys.
- Take it easy.
Leverett hired me
to look out for his interests.
I don't think a necktie party would give
the syndicate or the town a very good name.
But if you want one, go ahead. It's your
responsibility, not mine. Yours and the rest of you.
- Maybe we ought to let it ride.
- Yeah, he ain't goin' nowhere.
Give me a hand.
I want this to be a popular verdict...
one that the army
or nobody else can question.
Bring in the judge.
Come in, Your Honor.
Something, uh, you want me to do,
Mr. Leverett?
Yes, come in here.
Shut the door.
A fine figure of judicial authority.
Now listen to me,
and get this straight.
- Do you still remember how to run a court?
- Why, yes. I guess so. Why?
Be at Miners' Hall tomorrow morning
at 10:00, shaved and sober.
You're going to preside
at a murder trial.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
I'll see you before the trial,
tell you just what to say and when.
- Now get him out of here and clean him up.
- Come on, Your Honor.
- All right. You two know your story.
- Yes, sir.
Well, spread it around
and stir up the town.
And remember,
I want this to be a popular verdict.
Now get out of here.
- Molly, I've gotta talk to you.
- I don't think we have anything to discuss.
Molly, it's important, please.
Here. Let me carry this.
- You've gotta do something for me.
- Yes?
When you testify today,
I'd rather you didn't mention...
that Captain Walsh was writing something
when he was shot.
- Why shouldn't I? - I can't tell you
the reason yet. I'm only asking you-
What was he writing
that was so important?
I can't tell you that.
It wouldn't be safe for you to know.
- I'll have to be the judge of that.
- Look, Molly.
There's only one chance
to save Blackwell's life.
- Why are you so anxious to save him?
- Because he didn't kill Walsh.
I'm afraid that's not
the right answer, Cash.
- So you know?
- Yes, Mr. Blackwell.
The same papers that told about the court-martial
had quite a bit to say about your family.
I was looking them over again last night
and I put quite a few things together.
Molly, my father had no more to do
with the massacre than you did.
He was framed, pure and simple.
You've got to believe me and trust me.
My pa used to say that when a man
asked you to trust him...
it's time to get out
of his firing range.
And if you're counting
on me to help you...
all I can say is you better clear out of Furnace
Creek fast, before there's a double hanging.
Whoa! Hiya, Tex!
Hiya, Peaceful.
Can I give you a lift?
It's slower than walking.
Giddap, come on.
- You got troubles?
- Yeah.
- Big troubles?
- Big as they come.
There's a lot goes on around here
I ain't in on.
That's all right with me.
I got a feelin'...
the less I know about what's goin' on in this town,
the better I like livin' here.
Pretty good philosophy.
Comes a time in every man's life, though,
when he's either gotta be an ostrich or a man.
I'm thinkin' this is it.
I ain't the smartest man in town,
but they don't come no bigger.
I'd take it unfriendly if you didn't cut me in
on anything I could do for you.
Thanks, Peaceful.
I'll remember that.
I want to talk to you
and explain about last night.
Don't bother.
What happened last night speaks for itself.
Have you got the rope all ready
and the tree picked out?
I had to do what I did, Rufe.
They would've hung you on the spot if I hadn't.
- Yeah, sure. You did it for my own good.
- And now I'll tell you why.
Look, do we have to go on playing games?
I know all I want to know.
Now get out of here
and leave me alone.
I was doing all right my way
until you came along.
I had Walsh softened up,
beginning to break.
- And I gummed up the works. Is that it?
- That's about the size of it.
You're no good, Cash.
You've never been any good.
You can talk from now to doomsday,
and I'll believe only one thing:
I'm here, and you put me here.
Look.
Up to now, they don't know
that we're related.
You can go ahead and tell them if you like,
but if you don't...
- there may still be a chance to get you out of here.
- Don't worry.
I'm just as anxious as you are not to have
anybody know we have the same name.
Now get out of here.
- Morning, Mr. Leverett.
- Mr. Leverett.
Ralph.
This here court
will now come to order.
We are here to try
the defendant, uh- uh...
"Rufe Blackwell"...
with the murder of our esteemed townsman,
Captain Walsh.
Let's get going.
First witness.
Jose Artego.
You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Yes, sir.
Suppose you tell us
Just what you seen last night.
Well, I was walkin' up the street
towards Pop's place...
when I see this fella here
start shootin' at somebody inside.
There were three bullet holes in his back,
as neat a pattern as you ever saw.
Walsh wasn't carrying' no gun.
At least he didn't have no holster on him.
I was just going to close up
when Captain Walsh came in.
His face and hands were cut,
so I went to get some bandages.
I was in my room
when I heard the shots...
and when I came back,
Captain Walsh was just sliding off the stool.
I ran to get Pop,
and when we got to the doorway...
a man in a dark blue shirt
was running out.
That's him.
Order! Order! Order in the court! Go on.
Thank you.
Next witness.
I haven't finished yet.
There's something else.
Just before Captain Walsh was shot,
he was writing something.
I asked him what it was.
And he said the whole world could see it
when he was finished.
What became of what he was writing?
I don't know.
It was in his hand when I went to get Pop.
And when I came back...
- it was gone.
- Is that all?
That's all.
Well, folks,
that's the size of it.
This man come here under an assumed name
to kill Captain Walsh...
who testifiied
at the court-martial ofhis father.
I guess most everybody around here
remembers General Blackwell-
The man responsible for the massacre at the fort!
Order! Order!
Order in the court! Order!
The only question
we have to decide is:
Can a man come to this here town...
shoot one of our citizens in the back
and get away with it?
No! No!
Order! Order!
Order in the court! Order!
Order! Order!
Order in the court!
Mr. Public Defender,
have you anything to say for your man?
I, um- I haven't had a chance
to talk the situation over with my client.
But, uh, after hearing
all this testimony...
I don't see much point
in trying to change the facts.
The defense rests.
So be it. The jury will retire
and decide on the verdict.
- We've already decided. Your Honor, we find him-
- Wait a minute.
You, Blackwell.
Stand up according to hoyle.
- All right. Go ahead.
- We find him guilty.
Order! Order in the court!
So be it.
The sentence of this court is that the prisoner
will be hanged by the neck until dead.
Come on, you.
Get up the stairs. Go on.
Hold it.
Never mind this.
Out the window, quick.
- Go!
- Bird!
Round up some of the boys
and head south along the ridge.
- We'll take the Back Pass.
- Right.
If Walsh wrote what I think he wrote...
and they get out of the territory with it,
I'll kill you, so help me.
Come on.
Maybe this is as good a place as any
to make a stand.
We could hold a few of'em off,
but they'd just send back for more help.
We'd better separate.
They can't follow both of us. Here. Take this.
Follow the stream for a ways so you won't
leave any sign. Then cut up over the hill.
There's a town with a federal marshal
about 30 miles due west.
I'll cut back this way
and lead them off.
That's a good plan.
Only one thing wrong with it.
- Look. This is no time to argue.
- I don't want to argue.
You're a gambler.
We'll flip for it.
Heads, you're the decoy.
Tails, I am.
Heads, me.
Tails, you.
You better get goin'.
Wait a minute. Before you go,
there's something I want to say.
- Forget it.
- Well, good luck, Brother.
Whoa, whoa.
- One of'em went off this way.
- What do you mean, "one"?
There's only one trail.
- There he goes.
- You men follow the river.
Watch out for an ambush.
Come on.
You heard him.
Split up.
- He just went in the barracks.
- Good. Spread out.
Are you lookin' for someone?
Looks like this is the end of the line.
I wouldn't.
You've caused me a lot of trouble, Cameron.
I'd just as soon go out as Cash Blackwell,
if you don't mind.
So that's it.
General Blackwell's other son.
Well, that suits me fine
and explains a lot.
Where's that statement Walsh wrote?
- My brother's got it.
- You're lying.
You wouldn't go to all this trouble
and trust it to anybody else. Hand it over.
If I do, what then?
A quick bullet, nice and clean.
- And if I don't?
- The slow way.
Well, I tried. L-
It's out there in the hat band.
Get it.
- I don't think I can make it.
- Go on. Get it.
And then I rode my mule
right in the front door of the Crystal Bar.
Cash, it's come!
It's come!
It's all over the front page. Look.
Isn't it wonderful?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I hurt your arm?
It never felt better.
Well, I don't need no stone wall to fall on me
to know it's time to go.
What's your hurry?
New marshal said if I didn't stay put,
he's gonna get a bigger tree.
I'd sure hate to have him do that.
Just when I'm gettin' used to this one.
Oh, my.
Well, adios-y.