Along Came Jones Page #6

- That's right.

You was gonna take Monte and be somebody.

That sounds kinda silly now, I reckon.

All I'm askin' you now is,

tell me when you figure you is somebody

so we can get the heck

out of this shootin' gallery.

Is that really why you stayed?

Well, not exactly.

The truth is, I hadn't hardly got into

that idea good before I kinda got sick of it.

Too jumpy to suit my taste.

Why did you ride back into Payneville?

You was all tangled up in something.

I couldn't rightly figure out what.

No use tryin' to talk sense into your head.

The only way to get you out

was for me to try to get inside

and bust open the whole shebang.

It never occurred to me that maybe

you had reasons not to want to get out.

Melody...

What is it, Uncle Roscoe?

Where's my gun?

You ain't got no gun, George.

You'd better give me one, Melody.

If them fellas break in...

...you're gonna need some help.

Here you are, George.

Got it?

Yeah.

Don't make out

you're worse off than you are, George.

Here. Drink some of this.

We can't stand for this from nobody, George.

- Hey, now.

- That all you got? Four?

- What are you doin'?

- Nothin' you can stop, son.

- Stop him, Avery!

- Come back here, you...

I'm sorry.

Hey, Monte Jarrad!

What about it?

What about it, Monte?

How about it, Monte?

Melody, please.

I'm waitin'.

Hey, men! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire! Let em shoot it out!

This one's for that scar on your face.

You're walkin' too good.

That one was a little too close.

No face left, remember?

Thanks, partner.

I'm a poor lonesome cowboy

I'm a poor lonesome cowboy

I ain't got no sweetheart

I'm a long way from home...

Come on. You can bring your hat this time.

I ain't got no sweetheart

I ain't got no sweetheart

I'm a poor lonesome cowboy...

What a dumb town!

They catch you and then they don't hang you.

They slung me in and they slung me out.

- You still tryin' to make out you're bad off?

- Have you ever...?

- What's this?

- Reward for drilling Monte.

They held back 25 dollars for the doctor,

five dollars on a charge of vagrancy,

three weeks' rent for living in the jail

when I wasn't guilty.

- Why are you givin' it to me?

- You brung him down.

Me? I couldn't have brung down

a two-week-old baby.

I was so dreamy, I couldn't hardly move,

let alone use a drilling iron.

But you had to, George. It wasn't me.

That shot came straight from this barn.

- Avery?

- Flat out.

- Pop, maybe?

- No, I had his gun.

This is awful, George. Awful.

Who do you care saved your life?

I'd let anybody save mine.

- I'm givin' up.

- Givin' up what?

Everything. I ain't gonna make

no further fool of myself about her.

- What in the Sam Hill are you talking about?

- She knowed him long before me.

It was him or me, one or the other.

She had a right

to shoot at whoever she wanted to.

Melody, if you mean what I think you mean,

get outta my sight.

- You ain't worthy for me to know.

- I've been kiddin' myself too long.

I know who she was aimin' at.

Come in.

Hello.

- I was looking for my saddle.

- Behind the curtain.

What's that?

The reward.

Oh.

- I hoped you wouldn't take it like that.

- I ain't blamin' you.

It ain't no disgrace to be saved by a woman.

What kind of a chump do you take me for?

You think I don't know who you were shootin' at?

- What?

- Look, Cherry...

When a fella puts himself between a fella

and his girl, he's got to look out on both sides.

- He's got to be ready...

- You mean I was shootin' at you?

I ain't blamin' you. You had to make

a quick pick which fella you wanted.

I'm mighty glad

you ain't any better shot than you are.

Thanks for takin' care of my saddle for me.

Why, you... you butter-fingered gun juggler.

Melody.

Cherry!

Hold it.

When I aim at somethin', I hit it.

And when I hit somethin', that's what I aimed at.

Don't tell me she missed you all three times.

- I've changed my mind, George.

- What now?

I decided I don't wanna be sheriff.

Well, that's a right smart decision.

I'm thinking it's about time

I was thinking about settling down.

A fella that knew about ranching

could make this dump into a nice place.

- If he had a good foreman.

- You ask her?

- Ask her what?

- For the job, you numpus.

- You don't think I ought to go to Pop?

- Go away. You disgust me.

Well, if you think that's the way...

Melody, stop it.

Stop it, I tell you. Stop...

My goodness.

You don't have to be so rough about it.

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