Bad Company Page #4

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you'll forget we was ever here.

Who was on guard?

Jake?

You idiot!

- They got everything.

- They cleaned us out, Jake.

- God darn it! I'm talking to you!

- No, they didn't.

Pigs... and a cow!

- That means milk, fellas.

- What will you use for money?

We're starving, Jake. Nobody's

gonna turn starving boys away.

'Sides, there's always work

to be done on a farm.

I ain't doing no chores!

Well, maybe we can sweet-talk him.

If I tip my hat forward,

we go for our guns.

- If I tip it back, play it straight.

- Er, Jake...

Howdy.

- Yeah?

- Me and my friends hit bad luck.

- I figured you'd have some food.

- I might.

- Must be plenty to eat around here.

- There is...

for a price.

I say, look, now, er... sir?

We're... We're sorta short of money,

so could we make a trade?

- That's mine!

- Shut up, Boog.

You never had the ass

to swing it, anyway.

Here.

Some sow belly,

turnip greens and coffee.

For that gun?

We oughta get a turkey dinner!

I don't recollect

invitin' you here, boy.

It's all right. We'll make the trade.

Something wrong?

No, sir! It's the best damn

sow belly I ever had!

The food's all right, Jake.

Just eat it.

Kinda hard to eat

with a shotgun pointed at me.

- You do complain, don't you, boy?

- Think I'm scared of you?

For a dead-broke, you talk awful big.

- I shoulda plugged you.

- You're so full o' sh*t,

you're stinkin' up my yard!

- Take it easy.

- All right. You get.

All of you! Get!

- While you can get!

- Let's go.

- Come on, Jake!

- I ain't done yet.

I paid for it

and I'm gonna finish it.

Damn turnip greens is sour, anyway.

It wasn't our fault.

If he'd had any brains, he'd have

given us time to think about it.

Well, how can we rob a place when

you don't tell us till we get there?

Damn it!

That's as far as I go.

You yellow babies

sure backed me up! To hell with you!

- What are you doin'?

- I'm leaving. What's it look like?

Shoulda had more sense

in the first place.

Aw, just hold on.

Look, now...

I ain't gonna say Jake's right.

He ain't. The business back there

with the farmer was pretty bad.

But everybody in this world

makes a mistake or two.

We all of us learned us a lesson.

Yeah? Well, what's he acting

so damn high an' mighty about?

Listen, ain't none of us woulda

got outta Saint Joe without Jake.

He got us this far,

he'll get us the rest of the way.

Lads,

I appreciate you asking me to stay.

And what you said

about that farmer was right.

It was dumb to spring it on you

sudden like that.

This time, I'm gonna work out

the plan with you now.

We got plenty o' time to prepare.

A stagecoach is heading this way.

- Easy. It'll be a professional job.

- Are you crazy?

- Bushwhack 'em, huh?

- Good thinkin'. He's getting smart.

Now, one of us

is gonna flag her down, y'see?

Like a traveller lost

on the prairie. That's you, Simms.

- Why me?

- You wanted to know ahead of time.

Well, now you know.

We'll hide in this gully.

No, sir! We know as much

about robbing stagecoaches

- as we do about skinning rabbits.

- There ain't nothin' to it, Drew.

No, sir! Now, I ain't takin' part

in no robbing of stagecoaches.

And I ain't askin' you

to side with me.

And I don't want no share

of the loot.

That's fair, ain't it? I'm sitting

here till this foolishness is done.

This way, I won't see nothin'

and I can't bear witness.

- Lookee here...

- I ain't part of it!

- What about that hardware store?

- That's different. We could all die.

Jake?

Get out there!

Put your gun away!

Get ready. Here it comes.

He's waving her down.

What do you want?

- He's talkin' to the driver.

- What's he sayin'?

All right, now. Get ready.

- What the hell is he doin'?!

- He's opening the door.

He's gettin' in.

He closed the door.

He's goin' away!

Simms! Come back here!

Hush up.

No need to announce ourselves.

Let's do something right for once.

Pie!

That dumb little pissant! Come on!

Come on!

Boog!

Wait!

Wait! I'm shot! My arm!

Come on! Come on!

I'm shot!

You sure picked a time

to catch a load.

- Ow!

- Hold still, damn it!

Boy, it's hell!

If it wasn't for you,

we'd go right back there...

We're gonna blow the bastard

to kingdom come. The son of a b*tch.

Bastard.

- Loney, hand me a rag, will you?

- Get it yourself.

- What?

- We've had our fill, Jake.

- You ain't doing us no good at all.

- We can't see the sense of it...

and I'm sick of you

giving out orders.

I came west to get away

from that horseshit.

- What are you gonna do?

- We're going our own way.

- I'm sorry to hear it.

- Well, that's life.

Why guns? I ain't stopping you.

Well... We're taking the horses.

We'll leave you the mule.

- You two try it for a while.

- You son of a b*tch.

Leave us one.

Come on. Don't be a bastard.

Don't worry, Jake.

We're better off without that trash.

You got the time, Drew?

What do you mean?

I think I'll take that gold pocket

watch you set so much store by

as a going away present.

Hey, that belonged to my brother.

Hell, you'll travel faster

on that ol' mule if you travel light.

- I'll kill you, Loney.

- Shut up, Drew.

- It's all I got to remember him by!

- You can join him if you'd rather.

All right. Give it back. I'm sorry

about what I said before. Please?

So long, Drew.

I hope your arm heals up.

You sons of b*tches! You better run!

I'll kill you if I get the chance!

Goddamn son of a b*tch.

That is not fair! It is my watch!

Oh, who gives a damn

about the hunk of tin?

I do!

I'm sorry.

It was no cheap hunk of tin.

Kept good time.

I said I was sorry!

- Oh, God damn it! Lord A'mighty!

- You wanna stop?

No, no. Keep goin'.

Nearly hell, though, I'll tell you.

You're lucky.

You ain't never been shot.

- You want me to stop?

- No, not me.

I ain't gonna hold us up.

God damn! Jesus!

Take that rein.

- What time do you make it?

- Er...

That son of a b*tch!

Whoo! Well, pard, it's come to this.

Two saddle tramps wanderin',

- godforsaken...

...and in pain?

Look who's gonna be a silver baron!

Huh! Whoo!

It's only a way station for the

stagecoach, don't you see?

Wells Fargo. There's just an old man

to feed the horses and stuff.

I thought that chicken deal

would be OK...

This ain't the same kind of thing.

Hell, Jake, there ain't no stage

coming by this time of day.

- I bet he ain't even there.

- You think so?

Yep, I do.

Boy, I want one of them chickens.

Mmm, so do I.

All right. We go down quiet,

we take just one,

and then we hightail outta there.

Well, I can't, Jake. My arm.

Well, I'm no good to you this way.

I mean, if I fell, I'd just scream.

- It's that bad, huh?

- Hell, one chicken's all we need.

I'm just talking sense, Jake.

All right. You wish me luck.

Smells wonderful.

Do you think she's done?

Yep.

Well, she's done enough for me.

Hey, where's mine?

- Yours?

- C'mon, you hog. I get half.

- Fair's fair, Drew. Heard o' that?

- What do you mean?

I took the risk. I stole the bird.

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