The woman.
We're only losing time.
Alright. This time, I'll take care of her personally.
Yeah, it ought to be easy for you.
Keep him warm for me.
If he gives you any trouble, hit him.
Not in the mouth. He's got to talk. And plenty.
Meet me at the Navajo cliff.
Keep an eye on that cripple all the time.
Sure, Frank.
- See anyone? - No.
There he is.
You only know how to shoot?
Or do you know how to cut, too?
You.
Wait a minute.
Let's have a good look at you.
Mr. Choo-Choo.
It's easy to find you. Bastard.
I don't have to kill you now.
You leave a slime behind you like a snail.
Two beautiful shiny rails.
There's another bastard.
And he's getting further away every minute.
There it is. What your husband ordered from me.
And seeing as how he paid cash, it all belongs to you.
Oak planks, beech, pine.
All first-grade lumber.
And there's beams and foundation pylons.
Ten kegs of nails, 20 barrels of tar, and all these tools.
Maybe he wanted to enlarge the farmhouse.
Enlarge the farmhouse?
He could have built at least eight of them.
By the way, ma'am,
McBain also ordered this. Said it was important.
Only it seems he forgot to tell me what he wanted printed on it.
Station.
How's that again?
I said print "station".
Looking for this?
I've had enough of your butcher tactics.
I know that woman is here.
I don't want any more useless killing.
I'm ready to make a deal for that land.
To pay what's necessary.
I don't want to waste any more time.
You've made a big mistake, Morton.
When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell.
Just funny.
Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.
I'm here to make a deal, Frank.
I don't have time to compete with you.
Compete?
Why, you... You can't even stand on your own feet by yourself.
Is that sufficient to make you feel stronger?
I could squash you like a wormy apple.
Sure, but you won't do it.
Because it's not to your advantage.
Who knows how far you'd have gone with two good legs.
Help him back to the train. Keep your eye on him.
Morton. Don't worry about the land.
If you feel like paying for it, you can pay.
It won't make any difference to you, dealing with the new owner.
Cheyenne!
There's a square staked out here. It says "water tank".
Over here, too. Only, it says "post office".
And this one says "corral".
And this here "church".
What the hell is this?
Can't you see?
It's a station.
And all around it, a town.
Brett McBain's town.
Was he crazy!
Yeah, in a very special way.
An Irishman.
He knew that railroad coming through Flagstone would continue on west.
So he looked over all this country out here
until he found this hunk of desert.
Nobody wanted it.
But he bought it.
Then he tightened his belt, and for years, he waited.
Waited for what?
For the railroad to reach this point.
But how could he be sure the railroad would pass through his property?
Them steam engines can't roll without water.
And the only water for 50 miles west of Flagstone is right here.
Under this land.
He was no fool, our dead friend.
He was going to sell this piece of desert for its weight in gold.
You don't sell the dream of a lifetime.
Brett McBain wanted his station.
He got the rights to build it.
- How do you know all this? - I saw a document.
It was all in order. Seals, signatures, everything.
One thing, though.
In very small print, there is a short clause,
which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights
if, by the time the railroad reaches this point...
...the station ain't built yet.
Speaking of railroads, I noticed the rail gang's already...
I noticed the rail gang's already behind those hills.
And before you know it, they're gonna be here.
Yeah.
Listen.
Harmonica.
A town built around the railroad.
You could make a fortune.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars.
More than that.
Thousands of thousands.
They call them millions.
Millions?
- Yeah, millions. - Yeah.
I always thought it'd be easier to make a deal with a smart lady.
All you gotta do is...
What in the hell are you standing around for?
Chief, what are we supposed to do?
What are you supposed to do?
Build a station, idiots!
I figure it ain't gonna look like much.
But it'll be the first thing she sees when she gets back.
If she gets back.
I think...
Yeah.
I'm beginning to think I might be a little sorry killing you.
You like being alive.
You also like to feel a man's hands all over you.
You like it.
Even if they're the hands of the man who killed your husband.
What a...
What a little tramp.
Is there anything in the world you wouldn't do to save your skin?
Nothing, Frank.
Now I understand why they miss you so much...
...down there in New Orleans.
Great invention, the telegraph.
"Jill? The brunette?"
"The customers of the most elegant whorehouse on Bourbon Street
have been weeping ever since she left."
Say, tell me.
Did old McBain know?
Yeah.
Yeah, I bet he did.
He was just the type to marry a whore.
It's an idea.
I could marry you.
And the land would become mine.
And maybe...
...you'd make a perfect wife.
It would be me who wouldn't be any good as a husband.
Too bad.
We'll have to think of another solution.
Simpler.
Quicker.
As sheriff of this county,
I've been asked to preside over the sale by auction
of all property belonging to Mrs. Jill McBain, here present.
This parcel of land measures 320 acres.
It's free of all encumbrances, liens and mortgages.
This property and all it contains,
lock, stock and barrel,
will be turned over to the lucky purchaser at the time of sale.
All the contents therein are listed by number
on the inventory sheet distributed among you.
The entire property will be sold in block to the highest bidder.
Alright. That's clear to everybody.
I declare the auction open.
Now, who's going to make the first bid?
A list of all the items. Some of them are worth money.
Alright. Now, who's going to make the first bid?
$200.
Well, I have an opening bid of $200.
$200. Do I hear more?
That stinking piece of land ain't worth it.
Come on, my friends, $200.
The livestock alone is worth twice that much.
Well...
Who's going to bid $300?
Now, look, friends, I realize we're not offering California here,
but 200 is damn little for all that property.
Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn't even take 200 as a deposit.
Well, nobody's going to bid it up.
You're sure you wouldn't want to set a minimum price?
I wish I were wrong, Mrs. McBain,
but you're liable to end up selling the place for a plate of beans.
All I want is to sell.
- You're fat. - If you say so.
- How many? - One card.
One for me.
Dealer takes three.
Can I take a hand?
15.
Yeah, sit down.
I'll deal.
How do you...
How do you play this game, Mr. Morton?
It's very simple.
As long as you use your head, you never lose.
$500.
Do I hear any other bids?
I don't think so.
I'm sorry, Mrs. McBain,
but I think I'm gonna have to knock down on that last bid.
$500 once.
$500 twice.
- $500... - $5,000.
- You said $5,000? - It's on its way.
It's Cheyenne!
The reward for this man is $5,000, that's right?
Judas was content with $4,970 less.
There were no dollars in them days.
But sons of bitches, yeah.
Wait a minute.
- The jail's that way. - Yeah, I know.
Yeah, but you're going to the railroad station.
I'm sending you to Yuma, Cheyenne.
They got a modern jail there.
It's got more walls, more bars, more guards.
You'll like it, in 20 years. You'll see.
Two tickets, amigo, to the next station.
One way only.
Here's to you. And congratulations.
You got yourself a good deal.
The auction.
Forget it. I don't invest in land.
You don't look at all like the noble defender of poor defenseless widows.
But then again...
...I don't look like a poor defenseless widow.
Cheyenne's right. You're a remarkable woman.
And you're a remarkable man.
But you have something on your mind.
Have you got something on your mind?
Hot water. A bathtub full of hot water.
I think it's time I filled that bathtub.
Who are you?
Jim Cooper.
Chuck Youngblood.
More dead men.
They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
You paid $5,000 for something that belongs to me.
5,000...
...plus one.
You've got a right to make a profit, too.
I wouldn't take too long thinking about it, if I were you.
You got yourself into something bigger than you.
You got a chance to get out easy. You better take it.
You sound like a real businessman, Frank.
Being with Mr. Morton's done you a lot of good.
And you've learned some new methods.
Yeah, Mr. Morton has shown you a lot of new ways.
Even though you haven't given up the old ones.
Pick any method you like. Just make the deal.
Which deal, Frank?
We have more than one, you and me.
We can lump them together into one bundle, settle all of them.
Here and now.
Easy, Frank.
Easy.
You gotta learn not to push things.
Taking it easy is the first thing a businessman should do.
I got an idea Mr. Morton can teach you a lot more.
How much?
One dollar.
Giddy up!
I'd swear we're going to have that strange sound.
Right now.
Time sure flies.
It's already past 12.
But they were his men.
- Yeah. - And they tried to kill him.
They found somebody who pays better.
And you! You saved his life.
I didn't let them kill him. That's not the same thing.
Sure.
It's not the same thing.
You get dressed.
It's time to go home.
Did you make coffee?
This time I did.
Good.
My mother used to make coffee this way.
Hot, strong and good.
Cheyenne.
What's he waiting for out there?
What's he doing?
He's whittling on a piece of wood.
I got a feeling when he stops whittling...
...something's gonna happen.
Surprised to see me here?
I knew you'd come.
Morton once told me I could never be like him.
Now I understand why.
Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.
So you found out you're not a businessman after all?
Just a man.
An ancient race.
Other Mortons will be along and they'll kill it off.
The future don't matter to us.
Nothing matters now.
Not the land, not the money, not the woman.
I came here to see you.
Cos I know that now you'll tell me what you're after.
Only at the point of dying.
I know.
I heated some water for you. I also found a razor.
Put it there, please.
So I can watch the railroad move up while I shave.
You know what?
If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink.
You can't imagine
how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you.
Just to look at her.
And if one of them should pat your behind...
...just make believe it's nothing.
They earned it.
Keep your loving brother happy.
Who are you?
You're sort of a handsome man.
But I'm not the right man.
And neither is he.
Maybe not.
But it doesn't matter.
You don't understand, Jill.
People like that have something inside.
Something to do with death.
If that fella lives, he'll come in through that door,
pick up his gear and say adiós.
It would be nice to see this town grow.
Now I gotta go.
Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweetwater.
I hope you'll come back someday.
Someday.
Yeah. I gotta go, too.
Make believe it's nothing.
Sorry, Harmonica.
I gotta stay here.
Who?
I ran into Mr. Choo-Choo.
I didn't count on that half-man from the train.
He got scared.
Harmonica.
When they do you in,
pray it's somebody who knows where to shoot.
Go away.
I don't want you to see me die.