(dramatic instrumental theme) (film whirring) (dramatic instrumental music) (gun firing) (dramatic suspenseful music) (hooves thudding) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (wagon rattling) (hooves thudding) (suspenseful music) (dramatic music) (Thomas whistling) (dramatic suspenseful music) >> Give me that horse.

>> He couldn't go on.

Nor could you.

You're injured, man.

Let us take you in the house.

>> Quirt: I gotta go on.

Gotta get to the telegraph station.

>> We'll take you.

Penelope.

>> Hyah!

(dramatic music) (hooves thudding) (gentle music) >> Thomas: Hyah!

(dramatic music) (wagon rattling) (tense suspenseful music) >> Sorry.

Closed down for the night.

>> I know, but this is urgent.

Won't you, please?

>> No.

Come out of there, you.

Can't go against my schedule.

Closed down.

>> But can't you make this one exception?

>> No.

>> Get in here.

>> What?

>> Quirt: Bring a light with you.

>> [Telegraph Operator] You can't do this to me.

I won't stand for it.

The Union Pacific won't stand for it.

Night-prowling around here like this.

You got your gall, busting in my office.

Who do you think you are, anyway?

My key's closed down for the night.

You can write it, but I won't send it anyway.

>> Penelope: Here, let me.

>> Territorial recorder's office.

Fort Lansing.

Have filed corner stakes on plots 234, 235.

Chart 1089.

Record in my name.

That's all.

>> Penelope: How shall I sign it?

>> Quirt: Quirt Evans (dramatic music) >> Oh!

(telegraph clicking) All set, Mr. Evans.

Why, he ain't dead, is he?

No.

Just knocked out.

So that's Quirt Evans.

Look at his gun.

See how many notches he's got in his gun.

Not any that I can see.

I sure ain't gonna touch it and find out.

He might wake up and take it the wrong way.

Why, when he and Wyatt Earp were deputies over to Tombstone, the two of them shot it out with the whole Clanton bunch.

(tongue clicking) So that's Quirt Evans.

Hmm.

He's quite a man with the gals.

They say he's closed the eyes of many a man, and opened the eyes of many a woman.

>> Would you call my father, please?

>> [Telegraph Operator] Yes, ma'am.

(dramatic music) Where are we taking him?

>> Thomas: To the wagon, to take him home.

>> Quirt Evans?

You're crazy.

I'd as soon have a black powder bomb in my house.

Heavy, ain't he?

I know a dozen men ride night and day to catch Quirt Evans helpless like this.

Get him in there.

I've heard about you people, how you don't believe in guns or anything like that, only doing good.

But you take my advice, you stay plenty far away from Mr. Quirt Evans.

>> Thank you very much for your advice.

Good night.

>> Good night.

So long, Quirt!

That Quirt Evans is sure a-somethin'.

>> Quirt Evans?

You know him?

>> Do I know Quirt Evans?

Do I know Quirt Evans?

Huh.

What a question.

(Quirt mumbling incoherently) >> If that doesn't quiet him, I don't know what will.

I'll never get that bullet out with him kicking around like that.

I'm afraid to give him any more sedative.

He's already had enough.

>> Penelope: Please be quiet.

The doctor's trying- >> He can't hear you.

What do you suppose that delirious mind is searching for?

>> He must be in great pain.

>> Not with that much laudanum in him.

It's as if he were reaching for something.

Something specific.

I don't understand it.

By now he should be completely inert.

(Quirt mumbling incoherently) >> Quirt: All right, all right.

>> Mrs. Worth: Oh, Thomas, how is the young man?

>> Delirious.

>> A gun in this house, Thomas?

>> Will thee put these back in the gun belt?

>> Maybe we'll have to get something and tie him down.

Are you crazy?

>> It's empty.

(dramatic music) >> So that was it, a gun.

>> Thomas: It's a pity.

It's stupid.

These wild ones.

I keep picking bullets out of them and setting their bones.

Why?

It's their destiny to wind up on Boot Hill.

>> No!

>> Oh, I forgot.

Never speak evil, huh?

Well, get me some more hot water, young lady, and we'll start patching him up for whatever's in store for him.

Come on.

Help me with his boot.

>> Mother.

>> Mrs. Worth: Hmm?

>> Tell me again.

>> Mrs. Worth: What, dear?

>> Oh, about meeting Father.

>> Oh, thee have heard that a thousand times.

He was working on the roof of the new meeting house.

He fell off, and I picked him out of the dust and held him in my arms.

He always said I hugged him before I ever even knew his name.

>> And thee both knew right away?

>> Of course.

Of course, I knew he was a peaceful man, a member of the society.

An evil man would seek a more profitable way of life than being a member of the Friends.

>> Penelope: Father had a beard then, didn't he?

>> Mrs. Worth: Yes.

>> I should think that would scratch.

I prefer a man clean-shaven.

>> He's got the constitution of a mountain lion.

He'll pull through, barring blood poisoning.

These wild ones never seem to get blood poisoning, though it's common enough among the godly.

>> You so-called atheists, you always feel so compelled to stretch your godlessness.

>> Wash him.

The bullet's out.

He is in no danger.

>> I bet he killed a lot of people.

>> No, he didn't.

>> How does thee know?

>> That's enough, John.

A Friend doesn't speak of such things.

>> Mrs. Worth, get that man out of here.

>> But he's badly injured, Doctor.

>> This isn't civilized Pennsylvania.

This is raw frontier.

You must take a realistic attitude.

This is a place where mayhem, theft, and murder are the commonplace instead of the unusual.

>> Would that justify leaving a wounded man to die?

>> "Build your house by the side of the road "and be a friend to man, ye who believe."

>> I don't mind your mocking.

You've been a good friend to us.

>> I'm glad I have a logical mind.

>> And a good heart.

Good night, Doctor.

>> Doctor: Good night.

(Quirt mumbling) >> Still having delirious spells.

Keeps mumbling about his past.

>> Quirt: Get him.

>> I'm afraid he's had a very violent life.

>> Cards.

Cover my bet on the black ace.

Sounds good.

(dramatic music) You're a shapely hussy.

You've got real conformation, Margaret.

Huh?

You fill out that dress just right.

Red's your color.

All right, Margaret.

Chart 1089.

1089.

Margaret, you're a nuisance.

Let's call it off, Margaret.

Yeah, I got places to go and country to put behind me.

Sure, sure, I'll write.

(gentle music) Lila.

Lila.

Lila.

Lila.

If I owned a mint, I'd put your head on every coin.

I used to smoke corn silk when I was a kid.

Your hair's just like that, Lila.

Light brown and yellow, all mixed up.

Just like corn silk, Lila.

All gold and tawny.

>> Will you bring some hot coffee, Penny?

You know, the doctor says he's completely out of danger.

Just sleeping.

You know, Doctor, Penny considers him her own personal patient.

Sit down.

And will you bring some milk, dear?

And when you finish, you can go up and watch him while you card your wool on the loom.

>> He doesn't need watching.

He's had no temperature these past few days.

Just a superlatively healthy animal restoring his depleted strength with sleep.

He's no longer delirious.

But of course, if you're determined to watch over him, Penny, perhaps you'd better take a pencil and paper with you.

His first conscious words should be recorded.

They may be of great interest to history, or more possibly to a United States marshal.

Who knows what violence is involved with his battered frame and his bullet holes?

>> Would you care for a doughnut, Doctor?

They're not as light as they should be.

>> Listen, Mrs. Worth.

You can carry this head-in-the-sand attitude just so far in a world of reality.

Let me get this man out of your house.

I can dump him in the establishment that passes for a hotel in this oft-times dubious community of ours.

>> Mrs. Worth: In that unsanitary hovel?

>> Then he'll be off your hands.

>> But he's much better off here.

>> Of course he is, but who cares what happens to him?

>> We do.

>> I don't know what to say.

Once, when I was studying medicine in Europe, I had a friend, an artist.

He drew portraits of people and made them resemble the animals they reminded him of.

He'd have drawn this man as a coiled cobra.

>> Oh, Doctor, your analogy is terribly imperfect, and your naturalism faulty.

Cobras don't coil.

Oh, but, Doctor, we're so fond of you, and we respect you so greatly.

We are sure that you will finally realize that realism untempered by sentiment and humanity is really just a mean, hard, cold outlook on life.

A frightened outlook.

>> I stand defeated.

And furthermore, there are times in this house when I feel as if I were living in a Never Never Land.

But don't hesitate to call on me anytime you need help.

(gentle music) (loom rustling) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (gun clicking) >> Hello.

>> You're awake.

>> Sure.

I'm awake.

What is all this?

>> What?

>> Where am I?

>> Oh, don't you remember?

Father and I drove you into town.

Is anything wrong?

>> No.

>> The doctor says you'll be all right in a week or two.

You were delirious, you know.

Two days and two nights.

>> Well, maybe that's why I'm so hungry.

I could eat a yearling steer, if I could catch one.

>> Oh, well, we'll get you something.

Mother.

You talked a lot in your delirium.

(footsteps tapping) Mother, he's awake.

>> How is he?

>> Hungry.

>> Oh, if he's hungry, he's going to be all right.

>> Thanks a lot for housing me.

>> You're welcome.

Smoked sausage and eggs?

>> Sounds great.

>> Two eggs, or would you like three?

>> I'd like six.

>> (chuckles) You shall have them.

Penny, get one of Father's shirts and a razor.

I'll get him some food.

>> So I talked a lot?

Yes, I listened only because I thought you might say something that would aid us in helping you, as to notifying your wife, for instance.

>> What did I say?

>> If you had a wife.

>> What did I talk about?

>> Well, you talked of Margaret.

She, uh, she filled out a red dress.

>> What else?

>> Oh, you mentioned someone named, uh, Lila.

>> Is that all?

>> If you have a wife, we could notify her.

>> No wife.

>> That's 12!

I haven't been so flattered since my doughnuts won first prize at the fair back in Pennsylvania.

>> They must be smart in Pennsylvania.

>> Well, some of the members thought it an exhibition of pride to enter my doughnuts, but what harm can there be in a little doughnut?

Unless one eats so many of them that they explode, which is likely to happen to you, young man.

>> Well, there's worse ways of checking out.

>> I'll help you with the dishes.

>> No.

You stay and watch Quirt Evans.

I'm curious to know the effect of six eggs, a pound of sausage, and 12 doughnuts.

I'll call thee in time for the milking.

>> Do all you people from Pennsylvania talk like that?

>> Like what?

>> "Thee?"

>> Oh, well, we're Friends.

>> Friends of who?

>> Of all.

The Society of Friends.

Many people call us Quakers.

>> Oh, it's a religion.

>> It's a belief.

>> That on the wall, "Each human being has an integrity "that can be hurt only by the act of that same human being "and not by the act of another human being."

Is that Quaker stuff?

>> Mm-hmm.

>> You mean nobody can hurt you but yourself?

>> That's the Friends' belief.

>> Well, supposing somebody whacks you over the head with a branding iron, won't that hurt?

>> Physically, of course.

But, in reality, it would injure only the person doing the act of force or violence.

Only the doer can be hurt by a mean or evil act.

>> Are there very many of you Quakers?

>> Very few.

>> I sort of figured that.

(bright upbeat music) (suspenseful music) >> Morning, gentlemen.

>> Morning.

>> Carrot from my garden.

>> I found these out in the road.

They belong to a fella named Quirt Evans.

I understand you're a friend of his.

I thought maybe you'd see that he gets them back.

>> Leave 'em here.

I'll see that he gets them.

That Quirt.

He'd lose his shirt if it wasn't buttoned on.

Careless about everything.

I keep telling him, sooner or later he... >> On second thought, you can just tell me where he is, and I'll take 'em on back to him myself.

Where is Quirt Evans?

>> You mean, where is he?

>> (chuckles) You ever notice how a fella will keep repeating the question when he's stalling about answering?

>> Yeah, maybe if I bend this gun over his head, he'll quit stalling.

>> Well, gentlemen, I hardly know Quirt Evans.

>> Uh-oh.

He lies too.

You've been bragging all over town what good friends you two are.

You know, this fella ain't got many good qualities, has he?

Sit down, Friend.

Maybe that'll help your memory.

I'm asking about Quirt Evans.

>> [Telegraph Operator] Well, all I know is-- (blow thuds) (telegraph operator groans) (playful music) >> Thanks for sewing the shirt, but I can't find my pants.

>> Get back in bed.

>> Laziness is the only thing that's kept me there this long.

>> The doctor says you're to stay in bed four more days.

>> Howdy, Quirt.

Oh, you're up.

>> That's no way to speak to an older person, John.

>> Well, we're pals.

You wouldn't expect a pal to call me mister, would you?

>> See?

Dr. Mangram says to tell you some men in town were looking for you.

He says one of the men was a Mr. Laredo Stevens.

>> Get my pants.

>> But your leg.

>> Johnny, get me my pants.

>> No, John.

>> Will thee get my pants?

>> Get the pants, John.

>> John: But you said.

>> What are you looking at?

>> Thee.

(bright music) >> Oh, boy, it's a good thing I'm not a tattletale.

>> What set him off?

>> Thee used the familiar in speaking to me.

>> The what?

>> The familiar.

The plain language.

"Get thee my pants," thee said.

>> Quirt: What about it?

>> Well, among us, thee and thou are used only to loved ones.

To all others, we use you, and he, and they.

Mother to children, husband to wife, and children to...

Between lovers, of course.

(gentle music) >> I'm sorry.

>> Penelope: Oh, I'm not.

>> What?

>> I'm not.

I wish thee to speak so to me.

(door thudding) (gentle music) >> Quirt: Well.

>> I knew right away, that night.

>> This must be a kind of a dull life.

I could take you a lot of places.

>> Penelope: I'd go.

>> What?

>> I'd rather stay here with thee, but if thee'd rather go someplace else, then I'll go someplace else.

It must sound very bold.

>> Well, it's just that, uh...

I didn't think religious people were quite so sudden and direct.

>> Well, it's the way I feel, and it'd be dishonest to say anything else.

>> Yeah.

>> I used to wonder about it.

I suppose every girl does.

>> Quirt: About what?

>> Oh, about love.

About whether, as you got to know someone, you fell in love little by little, or if it happened all at once.

Thee are shocked.

>> Well, uh, I wouldn't say shocked exactly, but, uh, You sure get to the point.

>> Should I be different?

>> No, Penny.

I like you just the way you are.

Who emptied this gun?

>> Father.

Quirt, a gun is a symbol of force, of evil.

(hooves thudding) We never have one in our homes.

It was a concession that father allowed even an empty one.

It was only because you couldn't rest without it.

>> Where are the cartridges?

>> Outside.

(dramatic music) (knuckles rapping) >> Hey, why don't we just bust in?

>> Because busting through doors with Quirt Evans on the other side ain't my idea of a healthy pastime.

(knuckles rapping) >> Quirt: Tell him to come in.

(knuckles rapping) (suspenseful music) >> Come in.

(dramatic music) >> You can stand right there.

Against the light.

>> Howdy, Quirt.

You sure run a ring around me, all right.

But you know, I don't think it was right friendly of you to beat me to locating that tract after my boys found it.

Of course, I'm willing to listen to your side of it.

I'm a reasonable man.

>> Man: Sure.

Laredo's always reasonable.

That's why he's the biggest man in the territory.

>> You the biggest man in the territory, Laredo?

>> So a lot of people say.

>> Quirt: Well, I hadn't heard.

You nervous?

>> No, Evans.

>> I can't figure out why you keep stepping on my toes all the time.

Of course, that's your business.

I'm a good loser.

>> I like a good loser.

Of course, I like any kind of a loser better than a winner.

>> Yeah.

You know, I had a chance to do a heap of thinking while I was following your trail across the territory.

I followed it by that string of run-out horses you left behind.

Well, sir, I figure it out this way.

Quirt don't really want that land, because work ain't exactly in his line.

>> Quirt: Is it in your line?

>> No, of course not.

I was getting it for another fella.

And, well, I figure maybe you'll sell.

>> I don't hear anything jingle.

>> Laredo: Is it all right if I put my hand inside my shirt?

>> Why not?

(coins jingling) >> -5,000 in gold there.

>> Quirt: I want 20.

>> Well, okay, but I'll have to owe you 15.

That's all I got on me.

I got the deed in my pocket.

>> Quirt: Get it out.

>> Now, uh, if the young lady could find us something to sign this with... (gun clicking) >> Still Laredo's hired boy, eh, Hondo?

Picking up after him, carrying matches for his cigars.

>> You mind yourself.

>> He'll mind himself.

Won't you, Hondo?

>> Miss, would you mind taking this over to Mr. Evans, please?

Thank you.

You know, I'm sure glad to see you up and around, Quirt.

We heard you was flat on your back.

>> Sorry to disappoint you.

>> And you come on over and get the rest of that money anytime.

Anytime, that is, that you feel able.

>> I'll see you one of these days.

>> Well, so long, Quirt.

(door thudding) (horse hooves clopping) >> Saddle up my horse, will you, kid?

And throw on my war bags.

>> John: What would have happened if they knew the gun was empty?

>> It would have been Saturday night in Sioux City.

Tie on my slicker too.

Sorry.

>> Oh, no, Quirt, no.

>> What kind of a boarder do you think I am?

>> You can't do that.

We'd tend any wounded human, and not for pay.

>> You don't believe in force, so you can't force me to take it back.

>> I'm afraid you're outwitted, Thomas.

>> Quirt: How long have I been here?

>> Thomas: Almost three weeks.

>> Quirt: Kind of hate to get going.

>> Oh, but you can't.

Your leg.

You're in no condition to travel.

>> Don't worry, your cooking's got me grained up and ready for market.

Adios, amigos.

(dramatic music) >> Quirt.

Shall I pack my things?

>> Why?

>> Thee'd leave without me?

>> I got places to go.

>> Quirt, I wouldn't care.

It doesn't make any difference to me how far or... Oh.

I know so little, I, I didn't know it could happen to one and not the other.

I thought it always happened to both.

(gentle music) >> That isn't it.

>> It isn't?

>> Well, uh- >> Then thee do feel that- >> Look, Penny, uh, I'm not the kind of a guy that does things suddenly.

I gotta look before I leap.

You can ask anybody.

They'll tell you that Quirt Evans is a mighty cautious citizen.

>> Penelope: Oh, then it's just that thee are not sure yet.

>> Yeah.

Sort of.

>> Oh, please stay.

>> John: He's all saddled, Quirt.

>> Unsaddle him.

>> You gonna stay?

(bright music) A double eagle.

Quirt, there's something I'd rather have than this.

A favor.

A big favor.

>> Well, you got 'em both.

What is it?

>> Would you ride past the schoolhouse with me?

There's a lot of boys who don't believe I know Quirt Evans.

>> Well, sure.

>> Oh, golly!

Everybody says you're the fastest man in the territory.

>> Well, there's those who'd say I'm pretty slow.

(bright flute music) >> A man should be able to do a good day's work after a breakfast like that.

>> Well, see that thee do it.

Penny, where is the bucket?

>> Oh.

>> I declare, Penny, I don't know what's happening to thee.

>> Funny thing about pancakes.

I lose my appetite for 'em after the first couple of dozen.

>> They weren't very good this morning.

Too heavy.

Ah!

Wild Indian.

Put water on those vegetables this morning.

>> There's always work around here to be done.

>> Thee wanted to be a farmer, didn't thee?

>> John: Not anymore, I don't.

(rooster crows) >> Surely you can walk to the barn without that.

>> What?

>> The gun.

>> Oh, well, it, uh, balances me.

One leg's longer than the other.

You know, a little weight.

>> Thee are a liar.

(rooster crows) Throw the cow some hay.

There's a pitchfork.

Before I was 15, I learned to hate those things.

I swore I'd leave plows and pitchforks to farmers.

>> I'll do it.

>> No, I'll do it.

But it's an occasion.

>> Thee.

What?

>> Oh, nothing.

Just, uh, just thee.

>> Mrs. Worth: Penny!

>> Quirt: Well, you wanted hay, didn't ya?

(cow lowing) Didn't thee?

(chicks chirping) >> 15.

Better put this littlest one in a box.

16.

Now get a bucket of water.

>> Water, water.

All I do is carry water.

>> Uh-uh.

No force.

Say, wasn't this place irrigated?

I see all these flumes and ditches.

>> Frederick Carson turned the water off.

>> Frederick Carson?

>> He's the man who bought the ranch up above from Friends who couldn't make a go of it.

We had built a community dam, but it was on his property.

>> Well, what did you do about it?

Don't tell me.

You prayed.

>> Of course.

>> Get you any water?

>> Well, we didn't pray for water.

We prayed for Frederick Carson.

>> Carson turned off the water, and you prayed for him?

>> Of course.

>> Can't you see?

By committing an evil act, the poor man injured his soul.

>> I'm glad there's a well, 'cause it'd sure get thirsty around here if we had to wait for Carson.

Gonna walk this pony.

(hooves thudding) (chicks chirping) >> Penny.

>> Hmm?

>> Nothing.

(water whooshing) >> Man: Be sure you don't leave no slack in that cinch.

The boss'll sure howl.

>> Yeah?

This ain't the first pony I ever saddled.

He'd squawk no matter how I done it.

>> Man: He's sure getting mean these days, ain't he?

>> Cantankerous by his natural borning.

That boil on his neck don't help him none either.

>> Man: Psst.

>> Get out of my way.

You belong behind a plow.

(horse hooves clopping) (water whooshing) >> Who's Carson?

>> Don't get down.

We ain't taking on no saddle tramps on this spread.

Vamoose.

Are you deaf?

I said get moving, tramp.

>> Nice dam.

>> Yeah?

What's that to you?

>> Take out the top two planks.

>> What did you say?

>> The top two.

Let 16 inches of water over there.

>> Who says so?

>> I do.

>> And who might you be when you're at home?

>> Quirt: Quirt Evans.

>> Well, anybody might ride up here and say they're Quirt Evans.

He ain't known around here by sight.

Anybody can say they're him.

>> Sure could.

>> There's a Q.E.

stamp on his saddle.

>> Well, take the top planks out of the head gate, you stupid idiot.

I don't need all that extra water.

>> Step up on that pony.

>> Well, now, look here, Mr. Evans, I done what you told me to.

>> You sure did.

Step up on that pony.

>> Well, I'm the kind of fella that tries to get along with everybody.

>> Side me.

>> Well, wait a minute.

Maybe we'd better take out a couple more of them planks.

Shucks, I got 10 times as much water as I need.

>> That'll do for now.

>> Well, if you ever need any more, Mr. Evans, all you got to do is say so.

>> I figured that.

(hooves thudding) (dramatic music) (water whooshing) >> Hey, Ma, water!

Hey, Ma, water!

Mother, look at the flume!

Mother, all the ditches are full of water!

Come on.

Look at the water.

>> How wonderful!

Thomas!

(bright music) >> Now, let's start off from scratch.

You got more water than you need.

>> You're absolutely right, Quirt.

I mean, Mr. Evans.

Do you mind if I call you Quirt?

>> Not a bit.

So it's no skin off your moccasins if you let a little water over that ditch.

>> Absolutely no, Mr. Evans, (laughs) I mean Quirt.

>> You gonna be neighborly or not?

>> Well, I sure am, Quirt.

>> Well, that's the way to talk.

(geese honking) >> Thomas!

Frederick Carson.

>> Howdy, Mrs. Worth.

>> We always knew you'd change your mind.

>> Yes, ma'am.

I did.

>> Thank you, Frederick.

All of us here in the valley are grateful to you.

>> Worth, it's like I was saying, I ain't got any use for all that extra water.

Why shouldn't I let my neighbors use it?

I believe that neighbors should be friendly.

>> What have you got there on your neck, a boil?

>> Mrs. Worth, I have wrestled that dadburned boil- >> Have you tried putting soap and sugar poultice on it?

>> No, ma'am, I ain't.

>> You get down this minute and come in the house.

I'll fix it for you.

That's right.

>> You gonna hurt me?

>> Mrs. Worth: No.

That's a shame.

That looks awful.

(water whooshing) >> Well, looks like your prayers straightened everything out.

>> So you think your gun changed Frederick Carson, huh?

>> Who says I pointed a gun?

>> I do.

>> Well, I didn't.

>> Then he gave in more easily than I expected.

Thee remember this, Quirt.

The Lord moves in mysterious manner, at times using strange methods and odd instruments.

>> Me?

>> Mm-hmm.

>> Well, that would be odd.

>> I just get a gnawing hankering after good pies and truck like that.

>> Mrs. Worth: Oh, Freddy Carson.

>> Yes, ma'am?

>> I want you to have some of these.

They're awful good with coffee in the morning.

>> Makes me want to go home and shoot my Chinese cook.

>> (laughs) You just come back for more any time you like.

There are always plenty.

>> Thank you.

>> Goodbye.

>> Goodbye.

>> Goodbye, Frederick.

>> Goodbye.

Man ought to see more of his neighbors.

Say, wonderful woman, that Mrs. Worth.

Look.

She fixed my boil.

>> Mrs. Worth: Penny.

>> Excuse me.

I think father wants to give thanks.

>> Oh, he already thanked me.

>> I know.

I think now he'd like to thank someone else.

>> Hold my plunder while I get aboard, will ya?

Mrs. Worth's gonna keep me supplied in pies, and I'm gonna bring her over a quarter of beef now and then.

Finally come to an understanding with my neighbors.

>> You sure did.

>> Oh, well, of course, you know I was just scared to death when I made that speech to them people.

I'm glad you made me do it.

Makes me feel good.

Adios, amigo.

(hooves thudding) >> Penelope: Dinner.

>> How bad's dinner gonna be?

>> Oh, roast venison and vegetables, and of course, a skimpy chicken.

>> Well, with the pie and cake, I'll try to make out.

>> Chicken or venison?

>> Both.

I feel real good.

>> Oh, you do, hm?

(gun clicking) >> Mm, new dress.

>> Oh, it's first day.

You call it Sunday.

Quirt, do me a favor and hitch up the team for father.

>> Sure.

>> And will you do me another favor?

Go for a ride with us.

>> Where?

>> You're not to ask.

It's a surprise.

It's a pleasant one.

>> John: Hey, Quirt, we've got a surprise for you.

>> He knows.

I told him.

>> John: Aww.

>> Thought you weren't allowed to work on Sunday.

>> Oh, Quirt, there's nothing we're not allowed to do.

It's just that we don't believe in doing what we know is wrong.

>> Well, that makes it pretty much each fella's own guess.

>> But each fella knows, inside.

>> Well, there's a lot of gents I wouldn't want to give that much leeway to.

(suspenseful music) (dramatic suspenseful music) >> I didn't mean to frighten you, miss.

Is there a, is there a fella named Quirt Evans around here?

>> Well, yes.

I'll get him.

>> Never mind.

I can do my talking to you.

Uh, has he been here long?

>> Penelope: About three weeks, I guess.

>> He didn't, uh, he didn't disappear for, say, two days during that time, did he?

>> No.

>> Hello, you weather-beaten old hangman.

Penny, this is Wishbone McClintock, the marshal of the territory.

>> Hi, miss.

>> And don't let that gray hair fool you.

He's a curly wolf.

>> Hello, Quirt.

Say, I thought I had you about half-hung.

Tall fella, fast with a gun, held up the Baker stage, killed a couple.

Now, you're right tall, and some say you're a fast man.

But I guess I'll have to take the little lady's word for it.

When are you and Laredo Stevens gonna get around to killing one another?

>> Laredo?

Why, we water our horses out of the same trough.

>> Well, I'm sure looking forward to hanging the survivor.

You know, I'm a figurin' man.

Sometimes, I don't know all the answers.

Like that fella Quirt Evans, handy man with a colt while he was acting as Wyatt Earp's deputy over to Tombstone.

One day, he turns in his badge and starts building himself a nice cattle spread.

Suddenly sells out and goes on the prod.

Why?

That's what I ain't figured yet.

Sometimes, things connect.

About that time, a fella called Walt Ennis went down in front of Laredo Stevens.

Walt was reaching at the time, and some say that a gambler standing there grabbed his hand.

Maybe that's connected.

How did you stand with Walt Ennis?

>> Knew him.

>> Wishbone: Two things connected?

>> I know a lot of people.

>> Well, I'll figure it out.

I usually do.

I'm patient.

Young lady, don't be lookin' at him with your eyes all bugged out like a cowbird's.

There ain't no future in it.

So long, folks.

>> Quirt, please stay away from Laredo Stevens.

>> He owes me money.

And don't worry, I might come out on top.

>> That'd be even worse.

>> Worse?

It'd be worse if he goes down than if I go down?

>> Of course.

Don't you see- >> Oh, I know.

I'd be a guy with a marred soul.

>> Don't make it sound so crude, Quirt.

You see why.

I couldn't love you.

>> All right.

I won't look up Laredo.

It's better this way.

Every time he opens the door, every time he hears footsteps coming around the corner, Laredo will start sweatin', thinkin' it's me.

His food won't sit well the rest of his life.

Well, all right, but if I'm gonna be holy, I gotta get some fun out of it.

(Penelope laughing) (gentle music) >> You know, I feel like such a gadabout.

It seems hardly a whole week since last first day.

>> Hey, Quirt.

I thought it was you.

Well, well, well.

>> Hello.

Mr. And Mrs. Worth, Miss Worth, Randy McCall.

>> How do you do?

How do you do?

>> Just fine, thank you.

>> Well, well, well.

>> You said that before.

We don't want to keep you if you're in a hurry.

Oh, I'm in no hurry.

I've got no place to go.

>> Well, we have.

>> Mrs. Worth: Would you care to come along with us?

>> Well, sure.

Where?

>> To meeting.

>> To meeting?

>> To meeting?

Yes, to meeting.

You don't want to go, do you?

>> Mrs. Worth: It'd be nice if you could.

>> We'd be happy to have any friend of Quirt's.

>> You would?

That's just fine.

You know, ma'am, I sure am an old friend of Quirt's.

I remember one time we were chasing cattle down near the Llano River.

Herd stampeded, and Quirt pulled me right out from underneath 'em.

Then there was another time, remember?

In Opal's Palace down in San Antone?

>> We're late.

>> Randy: I know, but I was only trying to- >> Goodbye.

>> If you can join us, it's in the grove, just the other side of town.

>> Thank you, ma'am.

>> Good day.

>> Get along.

>> Good day.

(gentle music) >> Mrs. Worth: "Why asketh thou me concerning "that which is good?

"One there is who is good?

"But if thou wouldst enter into life, "Keep the commandments.

"He sayeth unto him, 'Which?'

"And God said, 'Thou shalt not kill.

"'Thou shalt not steal.

"'Thou shalt not bear false witness.

"'Honor thy father and thy mother.

"'And thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.'"

(bright music) >> What comes out of this thing that makes it worth all this work?

>> Frozen pudding.

Hello, Nelson.

>> Hello, Penny.

>> Nelson Craig, Quirt Evans >> How do you do?

>> Howdy.

>> Uh, Nelson's our horseshoer.

>> Oh.

>> By the way, I brought that maple sugar you like so much.

>> Oh, oh.

>> Oh, excuse me.

I'll put it here.

>> Well, thank you.

>> Oh, say, isn't this the Morgan baby?

>> Penelope: Yes, I'm minding him.

>> He's sure a cute little fella.

Looks just like his father.

So, uh, I'm coming out next week to shoe the horses, Penny.

>> Oh, fine.

Well, I'll get some water.

>> Nelson: Here, let me help you.

>> Here, twirl this thing.

Frozen pudding.

(bright music) (gentle music) (water splashing) >> Hold him a minute, Quirt.

I want some of those flowers.

(bright music) (baby coos) >> Sick or somethin'?

>> Randy: I don't believe it.

>> It's a baby.

>> Randy: Yeah, I know.

Is it old enough to talk?

>> Of course not.

>> Randy: Well, if it can't talk, it can't snitch.

Look, I got something I think you'd like to hear.

Laredo Stevens is planning a big play.

He's gonna jump up some guys that are moving a trail herd up from the north.

I figured that maybe you and me and a couple of friends could sort of play copycat.

Hey, you heard me, didn't you?

>> You can have my part of it.

>> What am I listening to?

Are you passing up a chance to blister Laredo?

>> That's right.

>> What's the matter with you, Quirt?

Is farm?

Oh, the dame.

>> Sticking your head in this bucket'll shut you up.

>> Gettin' awful touchy lately.

You never used to mind what I said.

>> Hello.

>> Hi.

>> Penelope: Come along with the water, Quirt.

(Randy laughs) >> Shut up.

(gentle music) >> Quirt, would you come over here?

Sit down.

May I have your attention?

Friends, we all know the purpose of this meeting is three-fold.

As always, to give thanks for the goodness bestowed upon us, but also to give thanks for the particular, that the fields are again watered and the crops and the livestock thrive.

>> There's two mushroom routes right at the head of the valley.

Now, you stick a lookout there, he can see a herd comin' for 10 miles.

Here.

>> Thomas: Quirt Evans.

Friends.

We are happy to present you with this token of our friendship for you.

This is Quirt Evans.

We're happy to have him here with us because he provided another incident which reaffirms our belief that all men are good if they are shown the light.

He persuaded Frederick Carson to let down the water by showing him that a man who is a friend to other men is a happy man himself.

(gentle music) >> May I shake your hand, Quirt Evans?

>> I want to talk to you.

This'll sound like I'm butting into your business, and I am.

And you ought to give me a watch with a gold case for doing it.

You dimwitted nail-bender, marry that girl.

>> Marry her?

Why, I assure you, my intentions, well, she knows how I feel.

>> How would she know?

Stop yammering about shoeing horses.

That's no way to talk to a girl.

Talk to her about her.

And marry her.

And do it quick.

>> Randy: Hey!

>> Come on!

>> Listen to this.

"And Beneniah, the son of Jehoiada, "the son of a valiant man of Kabzeel, "who had done many acts of valor, "slew two men of Moab and went down and slew three lions "in the midst of a pit and the time of snow."

Whoo!

Three lions.

"And Beneniah slew an Egyptian who had a sword.

"He took away his sword "and slew him with a staff."

I guess that must mean a club.

Oh, brother, this is good writing.

>> Let's go.

>> What about the Bible?

You can't throw it away.

That would be bad luck.

>> Then keep it.

>> All right.

This is one book I'm sure gonna read.

(hooves thudding) >> I'd better take him back to the Morgans.

Upsy-day.

That's a big boy.

Why did Quirt leave so abruptly?

>> I don't know.

(dramatic music) >> Man: Hey, boss.

>> Yeah?

>> Man: Right on time.

Look behind you.

(dramatic music) >> Let's saddle up, men.

(dramatic music) (cows lowing) Let's get out of here.

(hooves thundering) (dramatic suspenseful music) (dramatic music) >> Man: Look!

Coming down off the hill!

>> Man: Take off, Joe!

(guns firing) (hooves thundering) >> Hey, Quirt, what does beget mean?

>> I think I hear 'em.

(guns firing) >> Yeah.

>> Let's get cinched up.

>> I don't know how I missed this book.

You know, you're not very pretty, but I like you just the same on account of your head works.

It's much nicer this way.

You make it interesting.

You know, anybody could just shoot these guys, but you think of an interesting way of doing it.

Ah, you know, Quirt, I hate to shoot people.

Remember I shot a waddy once in Montana?

I dreamed about it all the next night.

And, of course, there's always witnesses.

Then you gotta shoot the witnesses.

>> Stop jabbering and let's go.

>> Okay, take it easy, pal.

Stitch in time, you know?

Don't want to lose my war bags.

Then again, I figure if, uh, you could change your mind about shooting if Laredo was with these guys.

>> Step up on that horse.

>> Okay.

You got it.

Or maybe you're just crowdin' Laredo into drawin' on you in front of a lot of people.

Kinda savin' him for a big night in town, huh?

>> Hey, look.

(dramatic suspenseful music) >> Let's go.

(hooves thudding) (dramatic suspenseful music) (gun firing) (hooves thudding) (dramatic suspenseful music) >> Take to the outsider, Dan.

(hooves thudding) (dramatic music) >> Man: Start turning 'em, Hondo.

>> Quirt: It ain't Hondo.

(hooves thundering) (cows lowing) >> Sits a horse like Quirt Evans.

>> Yeah.

That's just who it is.

>> Next time, we're face-to-face- >> Yeah, I know.

Why don't you light up those new boots and see if you can run him down?

(bright thoughtful music) (upbeat music) >> Randy: You know, this champagne may be a lot fancier than whiskey, but it sure don't give quick action.

>> To tell you the truth, I don't really like it, but it's very fashionable.

How do you like it, Lila?

>> It tickles going down, and it's expensive, so I like it.

You sleepy, tall man?

>> Nope.

>> Tired?

>> No.

>> Worried?

Or maybe just plain bored?

>> Not a chance, baby.

You never bore me.

>> I wish I had that in writing.

You know, it's been a long time since you've told me that my hair reminded you of corn silk.

>> All right.

Your hair reminds me of corn silk.

>> All gold and tawny?

>> That's right.

All gold and tawny.

>> You've changed.

You're less romantic and a lot more absentminded.

>> Take a turn at the wheel.

Win yourself a farm in Kansas.

>> I don't want a farm in Kansas.

>> Well, all right, I'll win you a trip around the world.

(people chattering) >> Miss Neal, the customers are waiting, and that's no way to treat customers.

(people chattering) (roulette ball rattling) (people chattering) >> Croupier: 25 odd, and on the red.

>> Give me a stack of blues.

(gentle music) (audience applauding) ♪ There's something in your eyes ♪ ♪ A little bit different ♪ ♪ Something that appeals to me ♪ ♪ I love the way they change ♪ ♪ From angel to devil ♪ ♪ Always full of mystery ♪ ♪ There's something in your smile ♪ ♪ A little bit different ♪ ♪ Something I've been looking for ♪ ♪ If I could just be sure ♪ ♪ That you're on the level ♪ ♪ I would never ask for more ♪ ♪ I got a funny little feelin' ♪ ♪ The first time we met ♪ >> Croupier: 17 odd and black.

>> 17!

There goes the last button on my shirt.

♪ My heart really really hit the ceilin' ♪ >> Croupier: All right, buddy, you gonna let it ride?

Corner off the 17.

>> Cash me in.

♪ There's something in your kiss ♪ >> Croupier: Place your bets.

♪ A little bit different ♪ ♪ Something that I never knew ♪ ♪ In every way ♪ ♪ You're just a little bit different ♪ (woman squealing) ♪ That's why I love you ♪ >> Woman: Gee, thanks for the money, Daddy.

I hope that you don't think I was hinting.

>> Bourbon, large glass.

>> Hey, there's plenty of room on either side.

Do you have to come bullin' in here between us?

>> I didn't see ya.

>> You interrupted a very important discussion on serious matters regarding big things.

Me and my brothers don't like it.

>> Gentlemen, gentlemen, no trouble, please.

We just put the place back together after the last difference of opinion.

Gentlemen, what with the breakage and the overhead, mainly the breakage, I've had a dreadful time keeping body and soul together.

>> If what I think is gonna happen happens, it'll round out a full day.

>> There's your trip.

>> What's eatin' you, tall man?

>> Did you have words with those Baker Brothers?

>> Who?

>> Those four rhinos.

>> No.

>> Randy: It's told around they're quarrelsome citizens.

>> Gentlemen, let's consider the incident closed, watch our tempers.

>> Maybe I ought to go apologize.

(people chattering) More whiskey.

>> That did it.

>> Bartender: Come, gentlemen, let's act like gentlemen!

>> I'll be right back.

I hope.

(blows thudding) (woman screaming) (glass crashing) >> Man: Come on!

>> Where you been?

>> Oh, Randy's always on call- >> Gentlemen, you don't know what you're doing to me.

Please.

I got a large family.

(blows thudding) (furniture crashing) (men shouting) (furniture crashing) >> Hey, wait a minute.

It's me.

(blows thudding) (furniture crashing) >> You go ahead, get him.

>> Watch out for that chair.

>> That's my old friend, Beuly.

(blows thudding) (people shouting) Come on, Beuly.

Get in.

Come on.

Get a hold of him.

Get in there.

Get ahold of him.

That's it.

That's good.

Go on, keep after him.

You got him.

Now you got him.

That's the boy.

That's fine, Beuly.

(glass crashing) >> Thanks.

>> I must have hit the wrong man.

>> I'll say you did, you- (blow thudding) (railing crashing) (people shouting) (blows thudding) >> Hey, Fer- >> Sorry, Quirt.

How you doin'?

(blow thudding) (chair crashing) (blows thudding) (people shouting) (women gasping) Don't worry about me.

Come on.

You wait outside, and kick 'em and count 'em as we throw 'em out.

>> One.

>> Don't count.

(glass crashing) (women gasping) It's gettin' late.

(hat thudding) >> Woman: Oh, honey, I was so afraid you'd get hurt.

♪ And I'll never see my darlin' anymore ♪ ♪ Oh, I'm sittin' by the river ♪ ♪ And I'm weepin' all the day ♪ (all laughing) ♪ Far from the old Kentucky shore ♪ >> Oh, it's wonderful.

We got money, and whiskey, and lovely ladies.

Just had a beautiful fight.

I tell you, we really ought to be thankful for our blessings.

>> Ah, you've been reading that Bible again.

That's something I never thought I'd see.

>> What?

>> A Bible with your name on it.

Now, where would you get a Bible?

(glass breaks) Quirt!

Oh, Randy, stop him.

>> With what?

(hooves thudding) >> Where's he going?

Has he forgotten something?

>> No.

(wistful music) >> Penny.

What is wrong with thee of late?

Tablecloths don't belong in there.

>> Oh, I'm sorry.

(dramatic music) (hooves thudding) >> John: Quirt.

>> Unsaddle my horse, will you, kid?

>> John: Sure.

>> Want a boarder for a while?

>> Of course.

You're always welcome.

>> Mrs. Worth: Quirt.

>> Hello.

Well, I haven't had a decent meal since I left here.

Chocolate?

>> Not very good.

The flour, you know.

>> Quirt: Well, I'll just stick around til you get one right.

I'll feed the chickens.

>> Thomas: So early, Penny?

>> Yes.

Help me, Quirt.

(gentle music) >> Thomas: Does it take two to feed a few chickens, Mother?

>> At times, Thomas, at times.

Remember?

(gentle music) >> You came back.

>> Yes.

>> Penelope: Why?

>> I don't know exactly.

>> Why did you go away without saying anything?

>> I don't know that exactly, either.

>> I think it was because I frightened you.

I know that sounds strange, that I should frighten you, but I mean it.

You were frightened because I was stupid, and you thought that living with me would be tiresome and dull after a while.

Tiresome and dull because all I knew raised since a baby here on the farm was our belief that people love, marry, and stay together forever after that.

I'm not such a fool not to know that outside, in worldly places, people love, and it doesn't have to follow that they marry and stay together forever.

I know that sometimes they separate.

>> Are you ever gonna run down and let me talk?

>> No, Quirt!

That's what you were afraid of, that I'd tie myself around your neck, and when you got tired, you couldn't be rid of me.

And I made up my mind if you came back, I'd tell you this, that whatever you want, Quirt, you can be- >> If I go away, you go with me.

If I go away, thee go with me.

(gentle music) (dramatic music) >> I used to be an Injun fighter.

Just can't help walkin' up soft on people.

Mornin', missy.

This young man been doing any traveling since I was here last?

Fella over at Casa Verde lost a big herd a few days ago.

Why, missy, cat got your tongue?

>> Why ask her?

You know I've been traveling.

You looked in the corral to see how my horse shaped up.

>> I did just that, and he's sure covered a lot of country.

He's a right weary animal.

I just wanted to see would the young lady lie for you.

>> I was going to.

>> Wishbone: You been over Casa Verde way?

>> I've been to Rimrock, and I've got witnesses to prove it.

>> Wishbone: Witnesses?

For instance?

>> Randy McCall, Christine Taylor.

>> That's what I call witnesses.

Who else?

Lila Neal, I suppose.

She'd make a good alibi witness for you.

Randy, Christine, and Lila.

There's three to draw to.

So Lila saw you there too, huh?

>> Yes.

>> Come here, Jughead, you dollar-and-a-half brush jumper.

Whoa.

Well, guess I missed you again, Quirt.

But I'm patient.

That's what hangs all you fellas in the end.

I'm patient.

(quiet thoughtful music) >> Lila.

You talked about her when you were delirious.

(sheep bleats) (sheep bleating) (gentle music) Quirt, I...

I wish my hair were...

Hers was like corn silk, you said.

(triumphant music) (dramatic music) >> There's a sight I never thought I'd see.

Quirt Evans behind a plow.

>> Pony walks as soft as you do.

>> I taught him.

Oh, I figured you'd have heard him, except you were thinkin' too hard.

>> Haven't you got some real important business to attend to?

Someplace else?

>> Sure, but I always like to keep track of your whereabouts.

You know, Quirt, I always figured on using a new rope in hangin' you.

'Cause I kinda respected you.

You never took the best of things, and all your men went down lookin' at you.

>> Mind your own business.

>> I usually do.

It's a shame things don't always turn out the way they should.

Now, that little gal should marry some young fella who'd know what to do with that plow.

>> Why don't you kick up that horse and move on?

>> Some young fella that'd raise a lot of grain, cows, sheep, kids.

The kind of a fella that she'd always know where he was.

>> Do I have to run you off?

>> Well, now, I'll tell you, I never have been run off no place yet where I aim to stay but it just so happens I gotta be going.

No, Quirt.

You don't rate a new rope with me.

(gentle upbeat music) >> Look, uh...

Does a lot of foofaraw and nonsense have to go with it?

I'm not gonna stand for a lot of dressin' up and a batch of jabberin' people looking at me just 'cause I'm getting married.

>> Oh, Quirt.

Come along with me.

>> Quirt: Well, yes or no?

>> Come along.

>> Pickin' blackberries?

>> Penelope: Mm-hmm.

>> All right.

All right.

(wagon rattling) (gentle music) (bright music) >> Penelope: I think we have enough, Quirt.

>> Never did like blackberries.

Now I know I was right.

There's too much work connected with them.

>> I'll get some more ferns.

>> Look out.

There's a wasp on that petunia.

>> Don't kill him.

>> Well, it's all right for you to trust wasps and people, but he might have known I don't trust him and decided to take first bite.

>> Mm-hmm.

And incidentally, that's not a petunia, that's a daisy.

That's a petunia.

>> Petunia, daisy.

Daisy, petunia.

>> Quirt Evans.

>> Hmm?

>> Oh, nothing.

I just like the sound of it.

Quirt.

Where did they ever get such an odd name?

>> Fella who half raised me gave it to me.

He found me somewhere along the big cattle trail.

Folks had been bushwhacked by Indians, I guess.

He was a big fella.

Cattleman.

Swung a wide loop in his younger days, I think.

>> Wide loop?

>> Wasn't too careful whose calf he threw his rope at.

>> Oh.

>> Most of the old cattlemen were like that.

He raised me.

He was quite a guy.

His name was Walt Ennis.

He was downed in a gambling place.

Fella grabbed his gun arm just as he drew.

He was murdered.

Stop it.

>> (laughs) Then what?

>> Well, I just bounced around from place to place.

>> Quirt Evans.

(gentle music) (bright upbeat music) (dramatic music) (dramatic suspenseful music) >> I don't see any gun.

>> If I know him, he's got a gun all right, and I know him.

(gun firing) >> Hyah!

(dramatic suspenseful music) (hooves thudding) (dramatic music) Hyah!

Hyah!

(guns firing) (wheels rattling) (suspenseful music) Hyah!

(guns firing) (wheels rattling) (hooves thudding) (guns firing) (dramatic suspenseful music) (guns firing) Hyah!

Hyah!

(hooves thundering) (guns firing) Hyah!

(wagon rattling) (dramatic music) (water splashing) (suspenseful music) (hooves thudding) (Penelope coughs) >> Well, what are we waiting for?

>> Nothin', I guess.

Let's find a saloon.

(dramatic music) (Mrs. Worth sighs) >> You don't have to be worried about Penny, Mother.

>> Oh, I can't help worrying about her, Johnny.

(door thudding) >> Get that doctor and burn up the road both ways.

(dramatic music) (somber music) >> Drink?

It's amazing, the varied uses to which men put alcohol.

To each different individual, it's either a stimulant, a depressant, or an anodyne.

Just now I'm using it as an anodyne.

>> Get to the point.

>> The practice of medicine is one of the most infuriating professions known to man.

It takes 30 years of experience to teach you that in the final analysis there's nothing to do but stand and watch.

If she has a lucid moment, you'd better speak to her.

I'm not trying to argue you out of anything, but maybe you ought to stop and think.

She wouldn't like this, Quirt.

I'm not arguing for or against her point of view, but I know that to her the world's worst tragedy would be that you should kill a man.

Of course, you could argue logically that she wouldn't know whether you'd killed him or not.

I think she'd know.

Any discussion has to have at least two participants.

Of course, if you refuse to answer me.

>> Quirt!

(hooves thudding) >> If I felt cynical, this would be a good opportunity to observe that we're about to see a perfect example of "An eye for an eye," et cetera.

Unfortunately, I can't quote chapter and verse.

And I'm too tired to be cynical.

>> John: Father!

Father, come upstairs!

(dramatic music) >> Mrs. Worth: But thee are very ill. Thee must not be moving about.

>> Penelope: Mother, I've got to go to him.

>> Thee must get back into bed.

>> Penelope: But he needs me.

>> Doctor!

>> This is insanity.

I told you to keep her in bed.

Do you want to commit suicide?

If you don't stay under those covers, young lady... (mysterious music) There's no fever.

>> Well, thee must do what the doctor says.

>> Mother, please.

>> I can't understand it.

I can't understand it at all.

There must be some logical scientific explanation.

I'm too old to start believing in miracles.

>> Wrap her in blankets.

(dramatic music) (hooves thudding) >> The other two of them hadn't had me covered.

I'd never let that Hondo Jeffries pistol-whip me.

Wait till Quirt Evans hears about this.

Him and me'll take the starch out of the whole caboodle of 'em.

Why, Quirt and me once... Well, it was in Dodge City, several years back, when the Earps and Clantons were gunnin' it.

Well, me and Quirt- (dramatic music) >> Come here.

>> Yes, Mr. Evans.

(suspenseful music) >> Quirt: You know Laredo Stevens?

>> He's in The Eagle.

And that pistol-whippin' Hondo's with him.

>> Take him a message.

(bright music) (people chattering) >> Laredo: Hey.

Buy the boys a drink.

>> Celebrating?

>> Sure.

Why not?

Don't you ever get excited when you make a big win like this?

>> Why get excited?

Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.

>> Don't get excited, gentlemen.

(quiet piano music) I ain't lookin' for trouble.

I'm just a-carryin' a message.

>> Yeah?

What is it?

>> He said to come out in the street.

He's waitin' for you.

>> Laredo: Who says?

>> Quirt Evans.

(piano bongs) >> What is this, a joke?

Quirt Evans is... Take a look out in the street and see if it really is him.

>> Hondo: Jack, take a look in the street.

>> There's a tall hombre in a black hat standing at the blacksmith shop.

>> Man: Mind if I use the back door, Pete?

>> Man: So long, Pete.

>> Well, they say a cat's got nine lives.

Maybe old Quirt's part cat.

>> He also said he was curious to know how much whiskey it would take to build up your nerve to come out.

>> You fixin' to get your ears pinned back?

>> There's a better pair of ears out in the street if you want to pin somebody's ears back.

Here.

You drink this.

>> Sure.

If I don't have to stand near ya.

>> Come on.

>> Hondo: I wonder if that sharpshootin' marshal's around town.

>> Oh, I saw him ride out of town an hour ago.

>> That's good.

Wouldn't want him around here to spoil our play.

>> Yeah.

I bet that's just exactly how you meant that.

(tense dramatic music) (hooves thudding) (dramatic music) >> Man: He's comin' in about two minutes.

>> Man: Hyah!

Hyah!

>> Man: Hyah!

(wagon rattling) (quiet tense music) (horse neighs) >> Thomas: Quirt!

(wagon rattling) (gentle music) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (gun clicking) >> Quirt.

Step away from those women.

(gentle music) Why don't you turn around, Quirt?

(guns firing) (dramatic music) >> Nothin' ever works out right.

I had them dead to rights.

They got the Baker stage, so I figured I'd watch the ruckus.

You down them, and I'd hang you.

Sorta killin' three hawks with one stone, so to speak.

And nothin', nothin' ever works out right.

I done missed you again, Quirt, but I'm patient.

It's only a matter of time and I hang you.

>> Not me, mister.

From now on, I'm a farmer.

(triumphant music) >> That Quirt.

Say, Quirt, might need that.

>> No.

Only a man who carries a gun ever needs one.

>> What are you gonna do with it?

>> Hang it on the wall in my office with a new rope.

(majestic music)