Bad Company Page #6

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I'm the oldest whore on the block.

You sure come up in the world,

ain't you, pard?

Well, you laugh all you want,

young man,

but just remember, they're gonna

hang you, and I'm gonna watch it.

You think they'll really hang

a young fella like me?

- I know it for a fact.

- Aw, sh*t. You're probably right.

Remember when you left me

on the prairie to die?

Remember that?

Well, when I was wanderin' alone

and forsaken,

just about the time

I was ready to give up the ghost,

I said to myself, "Hang on.

If there's any justice in this world,

"you'll live long enough

to see Jake Rumsey dead."

Listen, pard, let's clear the air.

I mean, I ain't mad at you no more.

- What?!

- I consider we're even.

We're even?!

You stole my goddamn money!

- You hid it from us.

- Aw, sh...!

You lied,

you let me take all the chances,

let your pals near starve to death.

You bullshitted us to get in with us.

You bullshitted us right to the end.

You dirty bandit!

You know what you...

You're a two-faced sh*t-kicker,

and I'm glad to finally know it!

But like I said, we're square.

I figure I paid you back for lyin'.

- Know what I done with your money?

- What?

I spent it on whores. Just 'cause

I knew you wouldn't have done.

Now let's talk turkey.

I wouldn't talk nothin' with you.

Hey!

I bet you'd talk a thousand dollars.

- You ain't got a nickel.

- Not on me,

but I know where a thousand's buried.

Come on. You can get your $85 back

and then some.

- I got no reason to believe you.

- Now, you got that backwards.

You're the liar, I'm the crook.

I never lied to you.

You never did nothing for me, Jake!

You got the time?

See, you still got that watch that

meant so much. I didn't take that.

- Marshal, you need to listen...

- Look, son.

I got a bunch of people to hang

in the morning. Night's half gone.

Why don't you tell your friend

that you tried and I said no?

- Now, goodnight.

- Marshal, I know you're a fair man.

And Jake... He ain't one of them.

I-I... He really ain't.

It looks bad, I grant you that.

But I know Jake real well.

We started out west together.

Well, hell, sir,

he's white all the way through.

That's a real nice speech, son.

Why don't you tell that poor woman

whose husband we buried?

Jake didn't do that!

He don't want no part of killing.

Why, his only brother

was shot dead at Chickamauga.

Every dollar he gets,

he sends half back to his mother.

I know he don't look like much, sir,

but he's true blue. I swear it.

Now, boy, I don't usually take on

strangers in my outfit.

But you seem a Christian sort,

so I did.

Don't make me regret my decision.

Marshal, you don't want it

on your conscience

that you hanged an innocent man.

Get outta here, boy.

I wanna go to bed.

- Shh! It's me.

- It's about damn time.

- Come on.

- Hold still.

Come on!

- Where are the horses?

- Over this way.

Keep quiet.

Slow down! We got two days

on that posse. They won't catch us now.

Trying the drummer's farewell,

huh, Jake?

- Look, we gotta have a talk.

- There's no need for that.

You don't know

where no money's hid, do you, Jake?

Nope.

And you called me a liar.

Better shoot me and get it over with.

No.

No, I ain't gonna shoot you, Jake.

I ain't lettin' you outta my sight

till I get back my $85.

I'm stickin' to you like glue,

till you pay me back every cent.

You ain't runnin' out on me, Jake.

Not any more.

Say, how'd that Jane Eyre turn out?

Fine. Just fine.

Stick 'em up.

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