mr. gilman. it's all right, what's all this for? well, that 24 hours that crate gave us is almost up i figured i better load these rifles, looks like we're gonna need 'em. no, we're not, ralph. mr. smith here is going to jail. he is? never thought that'd happen. neither did i. ralph? oh, well. they're here. and his gang. they just road into town. - where are they? - at the buckhorn. - how many? - i saw four, but there could be more scattered around town. ralph, you go find judge henry and moon and tell 'em what's happened. - yes, sir. - if you don't mind, i think i'll just settle down in that cell now. oh, no, you're going with me. why the switch? i thought you wanted me in jail. that's right, when there was a chance to avoid trouble. but you built this thing, tenner. i thought you out to be around to pay your share of the bill. now get going, we'll be in the buckhorn. you want a gun belt? no, i don't think so. i don't much favor guns. seems to me wearing one is sort of extending an invitation to get shot. what about the deringer? i