Deliver the Body

He is a murderer. Then every man he kills from here on him will sit on your shoulder and scream in your ear. Gun will travel.

Mr. John Dana as Paladin. Francisco. 1875. The Carlton Hotel. Headquarters of a man called Paladin. Oh, Mr. Paladin, better you go straight up to your room. Not go farther, I do not be.

Oh, why not? Oh, you see, standing over there, lady with red hair. She looks quite angry. Oh, yes, sir. That's not all. Over there. Other side, lady with a black hair. I see. Hey, boy, don't know which lady is most dangerous.

I took the brunette out to dinner two nights ago, and the red hair tonight before that, and they talked to each other. Oh, yes, sir. That just a trouble, Miss Opaloteed. They're talking much, they get mad, or plenty mad.

Maybe you best disappear, or if you dig. Well, perhaps you're right. This telegram may be a reason. It's too bad. They're both so attractive. Regarding your offer to find killer of local sheriff, you're welcome to try at your own risk.

S.J. Lovett, mayor, silver, flat in Nevada. You'll go again? Yes, I might as well. What about our beautiful young lady? You talked to them? No, not right now, hey boy. I'm going to take your advice and go up to my room.

And you can bring me some whiskey. I can enjoy it while I do my packing. Flat is an ugly town, set in an ugly notch between a pair of ugly mountains. I've been there once before and I didn't change much.

A few buildings thrown up on either side of a rutted street, half of them saloons, the other's land offices. I picked the one that was labeled S.J. Lovett real estate. estate. There are a couple of men lounging you the doorway. I'm not sure it's your business. Never mind, Bol. My name is Palette, Mr. Mother. I'll try to remember