Whispering Smith

All right. How much do you
figure he makes railroadin'?

I don't know.
I never seen his paycheque.

120 a month,
maybe 200, but not any more.

- What are you getting at?
- His ranch.

How do you figure he can
build up a spread like that?

- Not on what the railroad's paying him.
- Smitty,

I ain't sore and I ain't mad,
but I'm telling ya, see...

Whatever Murray's doin' or ain't doin',
I don't think it's any of your business.

You're wrong, Bill.
He's the best friend I've got, the
greatest guy that ever pulled on a boot.

When I see him heading' for an
open switch, that's my business.

And it's yours too.
Yeah. Yeah,
I guess you're right.

Here. Quit loafing
and get to work.

Well, Smitty, if I don't see
ya... I'll see ya before I leave.

Good-bye, Emmy.

Well, where do you think
you'll go from here?

Utah, Nevada, California.
- I'll let Bucks worry about that.
- Oh, Luke, why don't you stay?

You know why
I don't want to stay, Emmy.

Never wanted to come here
in the first place.

A wreck!
Anybody hurt?