Crossfire Trail (2001) - full transcript

Rafe Covington promises a dying friend that he'll watch over the man's wife and ranch after he's gone. When Rafe gets to his friend's ranch, he finds that Barkow, the local power in town, wants not only the ranch but the woman, too, and hires a gang of gunfighters to make sure he gets both.

Rafe. Rafe.

You'll do it, rafe?

You gave me your word.

I'll do it.

I ain't afraid

of dyin'.

What's that

you told me?

"'Tis a poor thing to

fear the inevitable."

Right.

Who said it?

Someone who

wasn't dyin'.

That's good advice,

but hard to follow.

'Scuse me.

The hell you doing,

covington?

You don't open the captain's

door without permission.

You sure as hell don't

cross that threshold.

I'm gonna beat you within an inch of your

life for what you did to charles rodney.

Charles rodney

got what he deserved.

Rafe, come on.

We gotta get goin'.

There's cape mendocino coming up.

We've got to cast off.

That'll do it, huh?

Mutiny.

Mutiny.

What's the tariff on that?

Hangin'.

I reckon we better

not get caught.

You're turned out like

a rooster for the harvest fair.

One lousy shirt.

He runs off and leaves

a chest full of gold.

- The rest wasn't back wages.

- So what?

* No maid

i've seen *

* like the fair

colleen *

* that i met

in the country down *

get a little

target practice here.

You shoot 'em with that,

you're just gonna make 'em angry.

One's all we need.

They're just buffalo.

Well, they'll

be gone soon enough.

Gone? They're thick

as flies on a bull's ass.

Ten years from now, they'll

be nothin' but a memory.

A frenchman,

a german and an irishman went to a saloon and order whiskeys.

The drinks arrive, and

there's a fly in each one.

Frenchman says, "mon dieu!

I can't drink this."

And the german flicks the fly out of the whiskey and drinks it down.

The irishman

grabs the fly,

he turns it upside down

and he says, "spit it out!"

"Spit it out!"

How long you

figurin' on stayin'?

Long as it takes.

You, j.t.?

Long as it takes.

I owe it to charlie.

How about you,

leprechaun?

Thanks to our honest friend here,

i'm still a little short on funds.

Those gold mines in montana

are still callin' my name.

'Tis kindly

i'm thankin' you.

Well, i hope you find

your pot of gold, rock.

May the apple of your eye

see only good,

and may god make smooth

the path before you.

See you in wyoming

for christmas goose.

Is this the

rodney spread?

Forty thousand acres charlie purchased from the sioux chief red cloud.

Well, it ain't heaven,

but it's near enough.

Sighs] close as we're likely to get.

Boy, that mrs.

Rodney, she sure ain't much of a housekeeper, is she?

You get started here, j.t.

i'll be back.

What can i get

for you, friend?

I'd like to order

some supplies.

Ten pounds each of bacon,

beans, flour and coffee.

A pound each of sugar, salt, jerky.

And some

rollin' tobacco.

A long ride

or a long stay?

That the new

centennial model?

Yes, sir.

Winchester's first

big-bore lever gun.

That carbine's

45-60,

got a case-colored receiver

and factory engraved.

- Special order?

- Uh-huh.

But the, uh, customer died

before it came in.

Thirty-two dollars.

Fella must've

come into some money.

"Moonlight

sonata."

You don't look like

a man who knows beethoven.

I don't. My mother

used to play that.

Really?

Don't i look like

a man who had a mother?

I guess i was condescending.

You were.

I read somewhere beethoven

used to wear his clothes...

till they came apart

and fell off his body.

You can read.

Another surprise.

Even write a word

or two-- short ones.

A wit. It's rare

in these parts.

Rare as sassy women,

i expect.

And i suppose you prefer your women ignorant and docile.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, you're amusing

enough, mr.--

rafe covington, ma'am.

Ann rodney.

Mr. Covington?

Mrs. Rodney,

your husband

sent me here.

My husband has been dead

for more than a year.

You must be mistaken.

I must be.

Where can i

get a drink?

Bruce barkow's saloon,

the national.

I'll, uh, pick up those supplies in a day or two,

thank you.

Ma'am.

Sir.

Well, he sure is

an interesting fellow.

He could use

a bath.

What'll it be?

What are my options?

I got whiskey,

whiskey and--

whiskey.

Catch on fast.

To charles rodney.

May he rest in peace.

Amen.

Yes, sir.

Good man.

Sheriff moncrieff.

Also justice of the peace.

Both of which are in

short supply in these parts.

Rafe covington.

Obliged.

I haven't heard

rodney's name...

spoken around here for some time.

Sad end.

Well,

those sioux raidin' parties...

frequent that

wind river trail.

Did you catch 'em?

No, sir. Never even found

poor charlie's body.

Bastards carried him off

like a bunch of crows.

I seen it all.

I'm sorry

to hear that.

Why?

Must've been

upsettin' for you.

Giddap!

Go now!

You want the postman,

the barber or the undertaker?

Barber.

Should've figured.

A new face in town...

ain't likely to have

mail just yet.

Well,

the barber...

is in.

Shave and a bath.

Uh, shave first.

No sense gettin' blood

all over a clean body.

It ain't polite

to follow people around.

Joe.

Wylie.

I'm joe gill.

Suit yourself,

young fella.

I used to work for charles rodney,

he was a hell of a good man.

Yes, he was.

I kinda wish i'd been

with him on that trip.

Thing just might've

turned out different.

Where was he goin'?

Wasn't goin' anywhere.

He was comin' back from

san francisco. Business.

'Scuse me.

That awful day on

the wind river trail,

how big was that

sioux raidin' party?

I don't recall.

Five.

Six maybe.

What was

rodney wearin'?

What was he wearin'?

You heard me.

What damn difference does that make?

That was a year ago.

No difference,

you bein' a liar and all.

Say that again.

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa.

No need for hostilities here.

We're all friends.

Come on, snake.

Snake!

Go on,

get outta here.

Sorry about that,

mr. Covington.

Why are you

apologizin'?

Didn't wanna give you the idea this was an unfriendly town,

i guess.

I'm, uh,

bruce barkow.

Well, i love a friendly town.

Believe i'm stayin'.

Good.

That's good.

This ain't over, boy.

No, it's not.

Can i ride along

with ya?

Do i have

a choice?

Seem to be lookin' for a lot of trouble,

mr. Covington.

Not particularly.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that fella you braced back there in town,

snake corville.

And?

And i ain't never seen nobody brace him and walk away from him.

Charles rodney wasn't killed

by a sioux raidin' party.

Well, if the indians didn't kill him,

mr. Covington,

how'd he die?

Oh, that's how.

Whoa, son.

You speak sioux?

How'd you know?

It's a gift.

Say somethin' friendly.

Easy, easy, easy.

It's gonna be

all right.

It's all right.

Great heavens.

- We'd better get outta here.

- We'll set her leg. It's broke.

That ain't no run-of-the-mill indian girl.

You see that mark on her?

She's the chief's daughter, and we better go.

Cut some splints, joe.

They catch us

here with her,

they'll skin us and make

jerky out of us...

and hang us on

the nearest sycamore.

Easy.

Shh, shh, shh.

Well, thank you kindly.

You rounded up our missin' stray.

Rope her, brother luke.

'Scuse me.

Get your own

damn squaw.

We cut that one out

for ourselves.

You wanna take her,

you're welcome to try.

But your brother's gonna

have a tough time...

pullin' on that hog leg

while it's still lashed down.

Luke, is my colt

lashed down?

Yep.

Well, you still can't

take down the three of us.

Maybe not.

Maybe so.

Enjoy my squaw,

mister.

We'll meet again.

Well, you might

turn out to be useful.

Are you this way always?

'Cause if you are,

i'm gonna end this association.

And why's that?

Hell, look at ya.

First day in the valley,

you rile every hard case in wyoming.

To say nothin' about

that war party over there.

Well, it's a gift.

It's a wonder to me you lived

much past ten years old.

Squaw-nappin'.

Now...

that's about as bad

a thing as you can do.

That old man in the lead,

that's red cloud.

And looks to me...

like he's got

a pretty good grouch on.

What the hell's

the right word for "leg"?

Tell him we're friends

of charles rodney.

Rodney's dead.

I promised him i'd

keep his property safe.

He says since you

helped his daughter...

and you're

charles rodney's friend,

you may go.

Much obliged.

Let's just

ease on outta here.

That's true what you said about lookin' after charlie's ranch?

It is.

Well, hell.

That's the best news

i've heard in a year.

Hyah!

Easy.

How'd you know he was

just gonna do that?

It's a gift.

It's a gift.

Guess today wasn't

my day to die.

Well, hell.

Day ain't over yet.

For you, ann.

Bruce, you know

i can't accept it.

Oh, of course you can.

Nothing's too good for my fiancee.

I wish you wouldn't

use that word.

I would love to replace it with "wife."

Bruce--

i'm a patient man,

but my heart's in a hurry.

Charlie's gone, ann.

He was a good man

and he loved you,

but that's the past.

And you're

my future?

If it pleases you.

Excuse me,

mr. Barkow, uh--

i told you

not to disturb me.

They had a run-in with that covington fella too.

He took me and luke's property too.

I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to know about it!

Just take care of it.

Sorry, ann.

Bruce,

i can't pay the mortgage

again this month.

There just aren't

enough schoolchildren.

Ann, there will be.

Someday...

this little town is gonna be a magnificent city.

I'm gonna run it.

I want you there

by my side.

I always thought charlie had valuable property in san francisco.

So did i.

I loaned him that money

in good faith.

Foreclosure

wouldn't be right.

Maybe i should

just let the ranch go.

Do you know a man

named rafe covington?

Yes. Yes.

I met him today.

He said charlie sent him.

A hell of a mess around here,

but it used to be neat and tidy.

Lookie here.

This kid's killed

this critter twice.

If you want it rare,

there's a bunch of 'em runnin' around outside.

Why don't you go take a bite of one?

Mind your elders, boy.

You know,

i've been around this place a long time.

I was here till barkow

moved mrs. Rodney to town,

and then he run me off.

- Why'd she listen to him?

- She's alone, she's scared.

He's got manners

and smells nice.

Besides that,

he wants this ranch.

- He wants it somethin' fierce.

- Why's he want this place?

- I don't know.

- Maybe he wants mrs. Rodney fierce.

- Maybe.

- Maybe both.

Is it christmas yet?

You don't

look rich.

Maybe rich

stopped mattering.

Maybe charlie

mattered more.

Maybe this gourmet cookin'

appealed to me.

Brendan mullaney.

"Rock" to me mates.

Joe gill.

Pleased to meet you, joe.

Welcome here to

crazy woman ranch.

- Come on, my boys.

- Heya!

Come on, boys.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Whoa! Hey!

Hyah!

Yah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Herd 'em, joe!

Oh, boy.

- Better slow down, young fella.

- What difference does it make?

Well, see,

if you take your time,

you get a more

harmonious outcome.

Here, let me

show you, son.

See, really all

you need to do--

and you don't need to

kill yourself doin' it--

is take a couple

of licks this way,

a couple that way,

cross the heel,

you pretty much got it.

I'm gonna pick up

those supplies.

I should

do that, rafe.

Nope. I'll go.

He'll go.

You're full of surprises,

mr. Covington.

Mrs. Rodney.

No. I'll get it.

Spend a lot

of time in church?

Well, it's a good

place to think.

Care to tell me what

you're thinking about?

Ma'am?

'Scuse me.

Your husband wasn't killed a year ago.

No?

No, ma'am.

He died in my arms six weeks ago.

Morning, mr. Covington.

Mr. Barkow.

Ann?

Ready for our ride?

- Have i interrupted something?

- No, bruce.

Mr. Covington

was just leaving.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll be

at the ranch.

What ranch

would that be?

Rodney place.

You're letting him

stay at your ranch?

Certainly not.

Then he's trespassing.

We'll get sheriff moncrieff.

Bruce, he said that charlie died in his arms six weeks ago.

Why would he say that?

Ann, he wants something from you.

For a ranch like yours,

most men would shake hands with the devil. Come on!

Come on, girls!

Go on! Hup!

That won't wash off in the rain.

Let him up, boys.

Ain't it a beautiful part

of the world, mr. Covington?

I'm glad

you're here.

And for me, hell,

it's good to be home.

You bet.

Old hennessey's dyin'

of the tuberculosis,

so the missus sends for the priest to give him the last rites.

So the priest arrives at

the deathbed and says,

"hennessey, do you

renounce satan?"

"No," says hennessey,

"i do not."

"You do not?"

Says the priest.

"No," says hennessey.

"A man in my condition can't afford to make any enemies."

Well,

we've made a few.

It won't be long, they'll be

tryin' to run us outta here.

If i couldn't

hear you breathing,

i would have thought

that you had expired.

This waitin' is affectin' my strategy.

Well, i do hope that that strategy don't include plans for that queen,

'cause she's gone.

- No more irish jokes.

- No. I like 'em.

There are two bulls at the top of a hill in county mara.

The young bull

says to the old bull--

would it help if

i give you back your queen?

That's a boy.

- Mrs. Rodney?

- Hello, joe.

Seein' you here

brings back good memories.

For me as well.

I thought the place

would've been more run-down.

It was.

Howdy, ma'am.

John thomas langston.

- Mr. Langston.

- Nice to see ya.

Rock mullaney.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Will you excuse us, please,

gentlemen?

Go on, pup.

Cut a trail.

Go on.

Mr. Covington,

when my husband died,

i turned my back on this ranch,

and i haven't set foot on it since.

It wasn't easy for me to come out here today.

I appreciate that.

But what you said

disturbed me.

Who are you?

And why are you doing this?

Mrs. Rodney,

your late husband

was my friend.

- I'm keepin' half my promise to him.

- What do you mean by half?

I gave charlie my word...

i'd look after this place.

And you.

My husband asked you

to look after me?

Yes, ma'am.

My husband never mentioned you to me,

mr. Covington.

I don't believe you.

I can't.

Oh, well.

I met charlie

in san francisco.

My father was stationed there

in the navy.

Charlie was

a businessman.

Real estate

and shipping.

But this was his dream.

I came along

because i loved him.

It was gonna

be such an adventure.

Then our daughter

died at four months.

Cholera.

And then charlie.

Tamed me right down.

I shouldn't have

come out here.

I don't belong here.

Don't you?

No.

Charlie loved this ranch.

He talked about it

all the time.

But i believe what

he loved most... was you.

Enjoy your stay here, mr.

Covington. It'll be short.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Pee wee.

What'll it be?

Whiskey with

a whiskey chaser.

Yours is on the house,

mr. Covington.

- Two bits apiece for the rest of you.

- Why's his on the house?

I always stand a man

his last round.

Ah, we just

got here, lad.

Mike taggart says he'll kill him

next time he sees him.

Figured that.

Taggart

comes in,

you might wanna

buy him a drink.

Another wee dram.

You got a problem

where i hang my hat,

don't send a woman

to deliver the message.

I won't.

Any message you get from me

will be crystal clear.

Stay away from

ann rodney.

Whoa.

Slow down there.

Take your time.

Get a more

harmonious outcome.

God invented the whiskey to keep the irish from ruling the world.

You're very persistent,

aren't you?

Mrs. Rodney,

hear me out.

If you want me to,

i'll go.

I met your husband on a freighter out of san francisco.

I was workin' my way down the coast.

He was shanghaied.

And he told me he sold off

his holdings in san francisco...

to pay off the mortgage

on your ranch, so he celebrated.

He got drunk, got robbed

and ended up aboard our ship,

and when the--

when he tried to escape,

the captain beat him to death.

That was six weeks ago.

Do you have

any proof of this?

Just my word.

Pardon the intrusion,

ma'am.

Mr. Covington?

Just let me think.

Thank you, ma'am.

Mike taggart's

callin' you out.

Covington!

I want you.

And my gun ain't

lashed down now.

Mr. Thompson,

did charles rodney

order that '76?

Yes, sir,

he did.

How's my

credit?

Covington!

Come here.

Where you goin',

covington?

I'm gonna blow you

outta them fancy boots.

Now you calm down, taggart,

and you'll get a more harmonious outcome.

Besides, you really

oughta thank me.

Thank you?

For what?

For the fact that

you're wearin' your hair.

That was red cloud's

daughter you poached.

I don't know what

you're talkin' about.

Then we got no quarrel,

have we?

Aah!

Bastard killed my brother.

He'll do the same to you.

Go to kansas. Find bo dorn.

Bring him back here.

Bo dorn don't like bein' brought.

Likes bein' paid.

Whoo!

That was some shootin'!

Wasn't shootin'.

That was killin'.

Thank you, li.

It's overcooked,

stupid.

I'm sorry, mr.

Barkow. Cook it again.

Cook it again, now!

Well, why did taggart

confront mr. Covington, bruce?

It's not delicate.

Neither am i.

Shortly after he arrived,

rafe covington attempted to rape a squaw.

Mike taggart caught him and freed the squaw,

but covington got away.

And naturally, being a man

of impeccable character,

taggart felt it necessary

to avenge the squaw's honor.

Yeah. Something like that.

Thank you, pee wee.

It looks marvelous.

Special for you, miss ann.

Bruce, he said charlie

died aboard a ship.

He sold his san francisco holdings to pay off the mortgage on the ranch.

But he was robbed

and shanghaied.

Well, perhaps he wants

to acquire a lovely ranch...

and the lovely lady

that goes with it.

Isn't that what you want?

Ann.

I love you.

There were no holdings.

No one was shanghaied.

Charlie died

on the trail home.

The prime requisite of charlatans is their ability to fake sincerity.

One, two, three!

Up!

Go on up there!

You have got to be--

maybe the dumb bastard thought it was

water and wanted to have hisself a bath.

This isn't the only fine creature here that should be wanting a bath.

You can say that again.

Dumb right bastard.

Let it go, joe.

Let it go.

There you go.

There you go. Go on. Up.

- What is that stuff?

- The boys here are covered in petroleum.

What's "tapolian"?

It's an oil. They make kerosene out of it.

And asphalt for pavin' the streets.

- Is it worth anything?

- It's worth more than enough to pay off the mortgage.

- Howdy, gents.

- Hello, walter.

Sheriff,

you're sittin'

in my rocking chair.

- That's what it is for.

- It's for people i invite to sit in it.

Walter, you ain't invited.

- I wanna know your version of them shootings.

- Self-defense.

That's it?

Yes, sir.

Well, there's some folks around here who says different.

- Well, they're not bein' truthful.

- You son of a bitch.

Mr. Taggart, i'm sorry about your brother,

but i gave him every chance to walk away.

Are you gonna arrest him or not?

Not today, luke.

What else you come for,

walter?

You are trespassing

illegally on this property.

You can leave freely...

or in irons. It's your choice.

Ann rodney owns this spread.

I'll get off it when she says.

Well, i'm

the mortgage holder.

And i am telling you you have three days to clear out.

It appears you already got

that mortgage money, barkow.

Prove it.

I believe i will.

Sheriff moncrieff?

Well, there is a rather large outstanding balance on this,

mr. Covington.

Three days, mr. Covington.

You had no right to do that.

Did you put flowers

on taralee's grave?

- No.

- He did.

Have i not devoted myself to protecting you and your interests?

Yes.

Been at your beck and call?

Yes.

Come over

in the middle of the night...

to chase away nightmares

and spiders?

It was a very big spider.

Could have put

a saddle on it.

In three days,

if rafe covington has not vacated crazy woman,

i will kick him off...

by whatever means necessary.

One question, bruce.

Is the ranch

still mine?

Of course.

Then i'll decide who's

welcome to stay on it.

- Why you shoot that old evans, joe?

- Well, it's got 28 bullets.

And i ain't

a very good shot.

I'm goin' to town.

Syl.

Apparently, right and wrong

don't mean a thing to you.

Mr. Gill,

once covington leaves the ranch,

you're welcome to stay on.

No, sir.

Your talk's just

as cheap as your liquor.

What'll it be?

I got whiskey,

whiskey and--

that'll be one dollar.

Sir?

One time he killed three fellas,

cut their heads off,

hung 'em above

the pawn shop...

right by the sign that said,

"money to loan."

Then he's havin' supper

with a guy one time.

Chased him down

the end of main street,

killed him, skinned him,

nailed his hide to the barn door.

He's tougher than the back wall of a shootin' gallery.

And that, boys,

is bo dorn.

Sounds like

one scary fella.

He does, doesn't he? Well,

maybe he's just passin' through.

Nope.

See, he don't leave kansas unless he's on his way to kill somebody.

- I'm bettin' that somebody is you, boss.

- No bet.

So you're gonna go to town and face this bo dorn fella...

just to keep

a promise to charlie.

Ah, come on now, joe.

There's more to this than real estate.

What are you laughin' at?

Oh, i'm just reading the signs, rafe.

And the tracks is fresh.

'Bout 115 pounds,

answers to the name of ann.

She plays nice piano.

"Above them all the archangel:

"but his face deep scars

of thunder had entrenched,

"and care sat

on his faded cheeks,

"but under brows

of dauntless courage...

"and considerate pride

waiting revenge:

"cruel his eye,

but cast signs of remorse

and passion to behold--"

"i feel the link

of nature draw me;

"flesh of flesh,

bone of my bone thou art...

and from thy state of mine shall never be parted bliss or woe."

I always liked poetry.

Never could understand it.

Really?

I was hopin'

you could help.

Well, seeing as though

it's such a beautiful day,

why don't we all

go play outside?

The last time i saw you,

you were busy killing men.

And all to honor your word

to my dead husband.

You were part of the promise.

Yes, i was.

Rafe.

What sort

of a name is that?

Short for raphael.

The archangel,

sent by providence to guide and to guard,

to heal and to save.

That raphael?

My mother

was a god-fearin' woman.

And she taught you

beethoven and milton.

After a fashion.

She sent me

to the jesuits.

To be a priest.

Yes, ma'am.

The lord works

in mysterious ways.

Tell me, how does a man

go from the jesuits to--

couldn't get the knack

of turnin' the other cheek.

Every time you finish talking,

you get on your horse and ride away.

Why is that?

Well, that's

an interesting question,

considerin' you've been tryin' to get rid of me ever since i hit town.

Well, maybe

i've changed my mind.

- Well, that'd be nice.

- I don't wanna lose my ranch.

You won't.

I appreciate your respect

for my husband's memory,

mr. Covington.

- And your promise to him.

- It's a promise i'm plannin' to keep.

Afternoon, mr. Dorn.

You mind steppin' outside

to smoke that?

Can't abide

the devil weed.

I'll be, uh, out here.

Let's get down

to business, barkow.

That, uh-- that 500

i already sent you?

That's just

a down payment.

There'll be 500 more

once covington's gone.

Well, for that amount of money,

i wouldn't waste time nor lead.

- So how much do you want?

- I've been lookin' to relocate.

Kansas is a tad

too civilized to suit me.

Now, the rodney spread,

well, might suit me just right.

I've been workin'

on that over a year.

What, schemin' and

trippin' over your spurs?

You should have let me just shoot ol' charlie and be done with it.

But that was too easy.

"Let the sea take him."

That suited your fine hand

a bit better.

It was a good plan.

I just didn't figure on covington.

What kind of dinosaur upends his whole

life to keep a promise to a dead man?

Well, it don't matter.

You want me to make that dinosaur extinct,

we're equal partners.

Take it or leave it.

It ain't all that bad.

I could just kill you and keep the bitch and her patch of dirt all to myself.

Good evening, ann.

It's a little late for a visit, bruce.

Just in time, actually.

The white satin dress,

i think.

- The one i bought you?

- What about it?

I'd like you

to wear it, tomorrow.

To our wedding.

Did i miss something?

Or did another ann rodney agree to marry you?

Do you want me on bended knee, ann?

Okay, here i am.

Marry me, ann.

Bruce, please get up.

- What's come over you?

- Love. Love.

And love demands an answer.

I'm-- i'm not ready.

You better damn well...

get ready.

Or what?

Or--

just do as i say.

I was run

off this place once.

No more.

- I'm stayin'.

- Well, i'm with you, rafe.

If it wasn't for charlie

on that boat,

i'd have thrown myself

overboard.

He kept fightin',

no matter what.

He never gave up.

Neither will i.

My whole life i never

had roots deeper than topsoil.

I believe i'm stayin'.

What are you gonna do?

Take him down,

flush him out.

Either way,

your problem's solved.

Breakfast, ann?

Oh, that'd be lovely, gene.

Push the rest of the strays into the west canyon.

No later than noon.

You won't like it there.

Whoo-hoo! Andale!

Them boys won't make much fun of these when i serve 'em up.

Go on.

Find your mama.

Don't look like much.

But it's damn near priceless.

That's oil, ma'am.

Is this

what bruce is after?

One of the things.

And what are you after?

One of the things.

Are you after the oil?

No, ma'am.

Get her home, boys.

That's a boys.

Whoo-whoo!

Bruce has hired a killer.

A man named bo dorn.

Well, he had to hire somebody.

Do you know dorn?

- Know of.

- Can he--

kill me?

Yes.

Do you care?

You know i do.

Well, maybe you

should say it.

Well, maybe i should show it.

Can he?

Nobody ever has.

Go. Please.

Aw, kid.

No!

It's starting.

What's starting, ann?

Trouble.

You're wrong, darling.

Trouble isn't starting.

It's ending.

I thought i told you

to put on that satin dress.

I know the truth,

and i believe rafe.

Well, i'm not exactly dressed to the nines myself.

Guess it'll be

come-as-you-are.

Shall we?

Shall we what?

Walk arm in arm down the aisle.

You've lost your mind.

There's no way--

bruce, please.

Did you

say something?

Gene!

Let me go! Oh!

Somebody help me!

What in the world--

gather the dearly beloved

together, your honor.

We're getting married.

I'll never marry you!

Oh, my!

- Sheriff.

- You gents remove your hats.

If anybody here

objects to this union,

let him speak now

or forever hold his peace.

I object.

Barkow.

You're the big man in this town,

but this ain't right.

Let her go.

Yes. Let her go.

Now, bruce,

don't you think--

pee wee,

get back behind the bar where you belong.

I said let her go.

My, oh, my, oh, my,

you're so brave today,

but it's so...

badly misguided.

Proceed, your honor.

Do you, bruce barkow,

take ann rodney to be

your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Do you, ann rodney,

take bruce barkow to be your lawful wedded husband?

I do not--

yes. She does.

By the power

vested in me...

by the territorial

authority of wyoming,

i now pronounce you

man and wife.

- You may kiss the bride.

- No!

Not my finest hour.

Aah! Let me go!

We can't let this continue.

Well, there's not a whole lot we can do.

Oh, yes, there is. We can stop being afraid.

They'll kill us, melissa.

We'll continue this later...

when you've calmed down

a touch.

May the road rise to meet you.

May the wind be always

at your back.

May the warm sun

shine on your face...

and the soft rain

fall on your feet.

And until we meet again,

may god hold you in the palm of his hands.

And may you be three days in heaven

before the devil knows you're dead.

Amen.

How many, you figure?

Only three.

Where are you going?

Just be ready.

How do you know he's gonna be there?

That's where i'd be.

I'm not

a very good rifle shot.

Aw, hell.

The undertaker is in.

Hyah!

- Hoo-aww!

- Yah!

Come on! Come on!

Hold on, joe!

- It's a first for me, joe.

- What's that?

I've never had to fight

my way into a saloon before.

How many?

Five.

Rafe, there's something i need to tell you.

Miss rodney might be in there.

Barkow, he sort of forced her to marry him yesterday.

What?

They got married.

I heard you.

Barkow! You still hiding

behind that woman?

That's my wife

you're talking about!

- Send her out!

- You come and get her!

Hello, walter.

Aw, what the hell.

We're low on cartridges.

Melissa, thank god. Come on, dear.

We have to be very careful.

Joe!

You shot me.

Just when things

were going so well for you.

And...

may the best man win.

No, no, no!

The other arm!

My hat. My hat.

I did something,

melissa.

Yes, gene, you did.