The rancher's son has gone missing. Someone comes forward to track him down.
|"Hello, there good sir. I've come to answer that poster up by the saloon. Understanding you need a man finding?
"Ah, yes. Please come in. It's a relief to know someone finally cares. This is more important to me than you can imagine."
"Of course, sir."
"I'm sorry, forgive an old man. I've not asked your name."
"That's quite alright. It's O'Connor. Nobody calls me by my Christian name. O'Connor will do just fine."
"Mr O'Connor, can you help find my boy?"
"How long has this fella been missing, sir?"
"I didn't ask that O'Connor. Are you up to the challenge?"
"It’s Murdock, 'Old Man Murdock' to people around here."
"Mr Murdock, you're paying a handsome price. I'll find him."
"You look like a man of your word, O'Connor. I like that. My boy, Vincent, went into the mountains a week ago.
"A thoroughbred, Mr O'Connor. A fine animal indeed. The most prized possession I own. You must find him. After losing my wife years ago, there's nothing else I really value in this world any-more."
"I've tracked plenty of people. Found each and every one of them. Do you have a picture of him?"
"Here, take this. I look at it every night, waiting for him to show back up. She held onto it while on her deathbed, God bless her.
"I'm sorry for your loss. How long since she passed?"
"Six months. O'Connor."
"Any reason why Vincent left?"
"We'd been yelling and fighting a lot. He just took off without saying a word."
"Murdock, I must warn you, sir. There's a high chance out in that desert, I may find Vincent dead.”
"It doesn't matter. O'Connor.”
"It doesn't matter?"
"Dead or alive, O'Connor. I'll make that son of a bitch pay for stealing her horse..."