Culp, you don't even know Joselito Kincaid.
You've never even seen him before.
If you kill him, you'll wish you'd killed me first.
Will you tell me your name?
No.
I've sent for your carriage.
No.
Walk over to the window and look out, please.
I took the liberty of taking the bullets out of that gun.
Don't be angry.
If you'll look in your purse,
you'll see that you have no reason to be angry.
A little gift to encourage your devotion to pretty things.
Besides, the thought of you in prison was too distasteful.
Oh, they're beautiful.
It really was a lovely evening.
It was a priceless evening.
Very attractive.
And, uh, uh, very dangerous.
Done in again by your incurable generosity,
hmm, Mr. Paladin?
Enough to make me go back to work, Hey Girl.
Listen to this.
"Bennett, Wyoming.
"Today, local authorities took out a murder warrant
"against a Texas born, Mexican-Irish sheepherder,
"Joselito Kincaid.
"Kincaid is charged with having killed a cow puncher
"in a gunfight, then having deliberately set a fire,
"which took the lives of two others.
It is believed that he is fleeing south toward Mexico."
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You won't make it, Kincaid.
Hey.
You know, you walk like an Indian.
There was a...
You after the bounty, go ahead, get it over.
Not much of a town, is it?
No, I guess not.
Tracks run north from here.
Flag a train.
I lived around places like this all my life.
Never liked the smell of 'em.
You know why, Paladin?
'Cause they never liked the smell of me.
It's a hot wind.
The Comanches have a name for it.
The devil's breath.
She's got nice legs.
Oh, yeah.
Got a meal in here?
Hi. There's a restaurant across the street.
Thank you.
And what time's the northbound train go through?
Well, there's a train through at 7:00 in the morning.
But you can't flag it down.
You have to wire ahead.
There's a man in that station?
Civilization has come to Jody Town, mister.
We eat with a knife and a fork, same as in a big city.
I made a mistake.
Any law here?
I'm a deputy sheriff.
Well, there's a Wyoming warrant
for him for murder.
Any place I can lock him up?
Well, I live in the back here.
Yeah, you can chain him to that post.
Thank you.
Sit down, Kincaid.
Telegram one.
"Trainmaster, Warren City, Texas.
Please stop northbound, Jody Town tomorrow a.m."
Number two.
"Sheriff H.H. Curtis, Bennett, Wyoming.
"Have apprehended Kincaid.
Will come."
Both signed Paladin.
Joselito Kincaid?
You've heard of him?
A sheepherder.
Murdered three punchers up north.
They say he did.
They're all ready for you.
Thank you, Dot.
Where are you from?
San Francisco.
I met a drummer once- from St. Louis.
He said he was going to San Francisco, too.
Asked you to go with him?
Uh-huh.
He was a funny-looking little man.
In a way, he was nice.
And he had exquisite taste.
While they're hot.
Mr. Paladin?
Can I ask you who that man with you is?
No.
Did you tell Mr. Osser?
Station master?
Yes.
He'll tell.
Where's my dinner?
Out with the pigs.
How's my girl?
I'm fine.
Thanks.
Say, how'd you like a real drink?
I'll buy.
How much you getting for me?
A thousand dollars.
You buy.
Paladin?
How about I stretch my legs a little bit?
What am I gonna do?
That's not bad.
I drink it myself.
Want to play some poker, Jory?
Wouldn't mind.
Joe?
With what? Matchsticks?
I'll owe you.
No!
Poker.
Where are the girls when you need them?
They're never here.
You want me to turn you over my knee, Ben?
He can do it, too.
Now you just try that, Remy.
Cut it out, Ben.
Well, he started it.
You want me to finish it?
Leave him be, Joe.
Just itchy, that's all.
Oh, Jody Town.
Nothing ever happens here. Nothing!
Maybe we'll go up to Houston next winter.
I'd sure like the taste of some cold beer.
Hey, mister, you get paid
whether you bring the Mexican back dead or alive?
That's right.
Then why do you bother to keep him alive?
For what?
Well, you might say, it saves the trouble of burying him.
You brought an awful stink to this town, mister.
All right, let's go, Kincaid.
Even heaven must hate the stink of a sheepherder.
Hold it!
You know, Paladin,
I guess everybody's got to have someone to hate.
Now, the, uh, gringo- he hates the Mexican.
The Mexican hates the Apache.
The Apache- he hates both of them.
Now, this fella here- he reminds me
of a man I used to know down South Texas.
A quarterblood Apache.
Not enough to make him an Indian, but, uh,
just enough to make him afraid
other people might think he was.
Yeah.
You got that same look around the eyes, mister.
Is that why you got to find somebody like me to hate?
Why you!
Hold it, you.
Get up to the bar.
Did I come that close to home, mister?
You know, it's a hot night, and we got nothing much to do.
I think we might just hang you.
What do you say, Ben?
It's a long night, we got nothing to do?
Yeah.
Yeah, how about a little hanging, Jory?
Huh?
Well, I was kind of figuring
on going over to the Widow Harden's about now.
I guess it could wait.
Did you say you'd get paid anyway, mister?
That's right.
Get a rope.
This has gone far enough.
Put the gun down, Ben.
Mister...
...he just saved your life.
Now, put the gun down!
If I were him, I'd kill you for that.
You might try.
What time is it?
About 3:00.
Four more hours.
I'd have thought they'd popped their cork for sure by now.
They want you that bad, Kincaid?
I give them the hate right back, Paladin.
I killed my first man when I was 12
because of that hate.
That make you better than them?
No.
But it makes me as good.
Still nice and quiet.
Hope it stays that way.
Did you kill those three punchers, Kincaid?
300 living things.
300 wooly sheep.
And those men burned them.
Burned them like they were sticks of wood.
So you killed them?
If I told you I didn't, would you believe it?
Joe Culp sent me with a message.
He speak for the others?
I think so.
I think they'll do what he says.
What does he say?
They're gonna hang him.
And if you try to stop them, they'll kill you.
Now, you tell Joe Culp you gave me the message.
And I won't give him up.
Kincaid, I promise you a trial.
Dottie.. you stay out of the way.
Roy with him?
They're his friends.
Ashamed not to be.
All that for that...
Any of them any good?
I mean, really any good?
That boy is very fast.
He killed Ed Duran, the gunfighter in Houston last year.
Ben is mostly talk.
Jory isn't.
He's dangerous.
So is Joe Culp.
A quiet night in town, hmm?
I hope they leave it that way.
Go on. Go on, both of you.
Throw your gun away.
With your left hand.
If you want, Remy,
if you really want...
Open the doors, Jory.
Can't I put the fire out?
Jory, watch him while he puts the fire out.
You ain't doing any drawing and shooting
with that hand for a while.
Get your horse...
and give me a rope.
Get him up on it.
Culp?
You don't even know him.
You never seen him before.
Get him up!
Paladin, get off your knees.
Don't give them that much.
They know me,
and they've seen me.
And they can't forgive me
for throwing their spit right back at them.
Culp!
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I'm sorry.
I couldn't do nothing.
Now you take five bodies back,
they ain't paying you a nickel more.
You weren't no match for Culp
the last time you went against him with two good hands.
Now, come on.
Mr. Culp should have killed me the first time.