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It was kind of pretty too and we were in no hurry so every few hours we stopped and got down under the shade of some little hill and had ourselves a smoke or two. I don't understand it, Mr. Dillon. Understand what, Chester? Well, sir, if the Santa Fe Railroad had to start a town like Dodge at all, why didn't they do it down here? This country ain't at all boresome. I agree with you, Chester. There's one thing though. This is better outlaw country. A man can keep out of sight and might easy among these hills. That reminds me. What? So can an animal. I saw some antelope tracks headed toward the other side of this hill. I just might sneak up there and have a look. We sure do with some fresh meat. Yeah. What rifle did you bring, Mr. Dillon? Springfield 45. Well, that'll take care of anything within a thousand yards. Providing I hit it. If you can't, just give me a yell. I'll come help you. Good hunting. Nothing. Not an antelope in sight. Hey! Mr. Dillon? What's going on up there? Somebody was shooting at me, Chester. What? He hit you? No. Well, can you see him? If I could, I'd have had a bullet in him. You didn't see him at all? I saw the smoke from his rifle. Well, then maybe you hit him. And if I didn't, I came awful close. Can I take a look now? No, you better stay where you are. What was he shooting at you for, Mr. Dillon? Well, I'll ask him when we get close enough, Chester. I know where he was. We'll skirt that hill to our left there and come up on his flank. I don't like getting bushwhacked. Well, that's where he was, Chester, behind that clump of beard grass there. Well, he sure ain't there now. Yeah, I guess I didn't hit him after all. I don't see no sign of blood. No, but we can track him anyway. You ride to one side and I'll follow his trail. All right, sir. You yell out if you see anything at all, Chester. Yes, sir, I sure will. Now, there's where he had his horse. I don't know. Now, by heaven, those are mule tracks. Hey, look beyond them trees there, Mr. Dillon. There's a little stream over there. Yeah, it's big enough to hide his tracks. All he has to do is ride down the middle of it. Well, you can follow along one bank and I'll take the other. He's got to come out of the water some place. How are we going to tell if he's headed upstream or down? I never thought of that. Now, here's where he went under the water, Chester. I'll go over and see if he rode straight across. Wait a minute, Mr. Dillon. What? Come on down here. Yeah, what is it? Well, look at them tracks, Mr. Dillon. He come out of the water right here. Now, what was he doing riding downstream a hundred yards? All that did was slow him up. He's crazy. Anybody riding a mule must be crazy. Well, he can't be too far ahead of us, Chester. Let's get him. This is it. L and M filters. It stands out from all the rest. Miracle tip. Much more flavor. L and M's got everything. It's the best. L and M is best. Stands out from all the rest. 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And a couple of miles further on we spotted a little cabin. Looks like he ain't nothing but a nester, Mr. John. He handles a rifle better than any nester I ever saw. Yes. Well, we better go on foot from here, Justin. Ain't no sign of nobody. He's probably inside waiting for us. Well, he hasn't shot at us yet. Let's chance it, huh? Walk right up there. Okay. There's a corral out back beyond that wagon, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. There's his mule. Just stuck his head up. There must be somebody home. I hope they don't come out shooting. How do you do, ma'am? What do you want? We're looking for your husband. Is he home? We don't know who people are out here, mister. My name's Dillon and it's Chester Prodford. How do you do, ma'am? Never heard of you. We're strangers here. This ain't a good place to be, mister. You better keep riding. We gotta talk to your husband first, ma'am. Who are you joh-ing with, Liza? There's a couple of strangers standing here, Mr. Peeby. We got nothing for strangers. They want to talk to you. Get him away from the door. I'll come outside and talk to him. Mr. Peeby said to get away from the door. All right, ma'am. He's coming out now. You stay here, Liza, and keep Pa out of the way, too. I want to see what's going on. Go back to your room, Pa. You carry that rifle like a blue ridge mountain, ma'am, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. My wife says you want to talk to me. What about? Your name's Peeby? Albin Peeby. I'm not Dillon, Peeby. They don't mean nothing to me. I'm a lawman, U.S. Marshal. They don't mean nothing to me, neither. We tracked you here, Peeby, you and your mule. Tracked me? What for? Because I don't like getting shot at. I don't know what you're talking about, Marshal, but I ain't proud to have you standing here in front of my cabin and putting blame on me. I said we tracked you here. What difference does that make? I didn't do no shooting, and you can't prove I did. If I was you, I'd clear out and leave people to their own business. You try to kill a man, and then you get mad when he complains about it, huh? Why should I try to kill you? It don't make sense to kill a man you don't even know. I never shot at a man without cause in my life, and that's the truth. Anything else you want to tell me? No, except to leave me alone. All right. Come on, Chester. Well, Mr. Dillon, you can't let him get... Come on, I said. Yes, sir. We're just gonna ride off and let him get by with this, Mr. Dillon. We're gonna ride off, Chester, but we'll be back in the morning. We'll be back every day for a week if we have to. The corral's empty, Mr. Dillon, and his wagon's gone, too. Maybe Miss Peeby's inside. Let's tire our horses here, Chester. She might even give us some coffee. These Peebys ain't exactly the most hospitable folks I ever come across. Maybe they'll improve when they get used to us. More likely they'll shoot us first. Wait a minute, Chester. What? Over there, coming around that hill. Miss Peeby's wagon. Who's that driving them mules? That's a woman. Probably Miss Peeby. Where you suppose they been? Out shooting strangers, probably. They'd be better off if they spent their time fixing this place up some. It's going plum to ruin. Peeby's got other things on his mind, Chester. Yeah, he sure has. He acts like a man riding shotgun, doesn't he? I'm fancy letting his woman do all the work. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Get down, Liza. They'll stand. Morning, Peeby. Ma'am. I thought I told you to leave us alone. You did? Then what are you doing back here? I thought you might be a little more friendly than you were yesterday. I guess I was wrong. I ain't got time to be friendly. No? Marshal, I'll tell you straight out so you won't get any wrong ideas. There's a man in that wagon. What? He's dead. Shot dead. And we're going to bury him now. Who is he? His name don't matter. But I didn't shoot him. You can go look if you want. He's been dead most of the day now. What are you doing with him? I found him laying out there. So as I got the wagon and brought him in, I'm going to bury him. You're going to a lot of trouble, Peeby. Why? I found a man laying dead on the ground. I ain't going to ride off and leave him there. Where did you find him? About that away a few miles. What difference did it make? None, maybe. You want some help? We don't need no help, Marshal. All right, we'll leave you to your work. Let's get our horses adjusted. We rode off in the opposite direction the Peebies had come, made a circle and picked up their wagon tracks about a half a mile from the cabin. It was an easy trail to follow. And an hour later, we found the spot where they'd picked up the body. It proved what I'd suspected all along. So we turned around and rode back toward the Peebie cabin. We were about a mile from it when we saw an old man and a woman ahead of us, both armed and both riding mules. They've seen us, Mr. Dillon. They're stopping. Good. They don't look none too friendly, neither do they? Nobody does around here. Hello? He won't even wave. Hello? Who are you? I'm a U.S. Marshal from Dodge. Name's Dillon. Looking for somebody? Maybe. What's your name? Cade, Jack Cade. Here's my wife Ellen. It ain't us you're looking for, you know. You live around here, Cade? A few miles from here. Albin Peebie, a friend of yours? Not hardly. Shut up, Dillon. Now, if you're not friends, what are you doing here, Cade? A man can ride where he pleases. Sure. But when a man and his wife start out carrying rifles and are headed for Albin Peebie's place, it might be different. You keep out of this, Marshal. Us Cades don't need no lawmen. Who is it, Cade? Your son? What's he know about, Ben? I told you to shut up, Dillon. I'll do the talking. Ben, huh? Is that it, Cade? Did Peebie kill your son, Ben? All right, you're so smart, I'll tell you. Men like Peebie don't deserve to live. He killed Ben, then he stole him. Run off with his body. Ben can't get lower than that. How do you know he killed him? I found Ben last night, that's how. Last night? I couldn't handle him alone, so I went home after Ellen. Then it got dark and we had to wait there till morning. And he was gone by then. I knew it was Albin Peebie stole him and he killed him too. He's gonna die for it. We're gonna face him straight on and get it over with, fast. Ellen's as good a shot as I am, Marshal. Look, Cade, if Peebie killed your son, I don't blame you for being mad, but he must have had some reason for killing him. It ain't none of your bother, Marshal. I keep telling you. All right, I'll have to make it, my brother. Don't move, Cade, you're covered. Miss Cade, you hold that rifle down or I'll have to shoot your husband. That is sneaky, ain't you? Get a rifle, Chester. Yes, sir. All right, give it to me, Cade. Take it. And I'll take yours, Cade. Go ahead. I've got another rifle. Where? At home. And I'll get it too. You're not going home, Cade. 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You fetched my rifle, Eisen. No, stay where you are. Now, don't you move either, Peevie. What'd you let him get the drop on us for? I didn't see him. I'm not gonna shoot anybody, Peevie. Chester, bring him back here. What are you up to, anyways? I want to explain something to you, Peevie, and to Jack Cade and his wife, too. Cade? Yeah, we met them coming over here to kill you. I gotta get my rifle, Mushel. They're not armed. We took their rifles. He's right, Mr. Peevie. They ain't armed. I'll kill them with my bare hands. You move and I'll bend my gun barrel over your head, Peevie. Look at that, Mushel. He's burying them. Peevie's burying my boy. Is that who it is, Peevie? Is it Ben Cade? Oh, tell me. Well, what's the difference now? It's Ben Cade. Why didn't you leave him? Why did you bring him here? There's another grave here, Mushel. You can't see it. I fixed it so as nobody can see it. What? Two months ago, Ben Cade shot my son. And before he died, I promised I'd someday bury Ben nearby, and that's what I'm doing. It's your boy's own fault he got shot. If he had been hounding, Benny wouldn't have happened. That's what this field's all about. And it ain't over yet, Mushel. Peevie's gonna die for killing Benny. Now, wait a minute, Cade. Peevie, I want to ask you something. Well? You were after young Cade for killing your son, is that right? That's right. And now he's dead, you're satisfied? That's all I wanted. It don't matter who killed him. And you, Cade? You're after Peevie because he shot your boy. I'll kill him for it if it takes ten years. You're wasting your time. The feud's over, gentlemen. What? I killed Ben Cade. What are you talking about? He tried to shoot me from ambush. He thought I was Peevie stalking him. So I fired back, and I must have hit him. But he didn't die until he got across that stream where you found his body. We tracked him as far as the bank, and then I got smart and picked up a trail that came out down below. I thought it was Ben's. But of course it was Peevie's. Is that true? Peevie, you didn't shoot him? I never claimed I did. You can't blame the Marsh, okay? No. He had to defend himself. Why? I ain't blaming him. I'm sorry it happened, Cade. But now maybe both of you men are ready to agree that there's been enough killing around here. What do you say, Peevie? He's been enough for me. I'm satisfied. What about you, Cade? What do you think? It ought to stop now. We lost our boys. I'm thinking maybe it's right that they should be buried here like that to kind of remind us. Cade? Yeah? Peevie, you leave Ben here, I guess you ought to come by once in a while. Well, I'd want to do that, see my son's grave. I'll take good care of him. Both of them. Marshal? Yeah? Maybe if my woman boils up some coffee, all you people sit down with us. Well, thank you, Peevie. 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