Badman's Territory Page #2

What are you doing? That was your

first and last article on law and order.

Which proves how badly we need it! We're the law

here. We don't need peace officials and tax collectors.

Meg, Hodge - help me down with this!

Don't get frisky, young lady.

Just a minute!

Aren't you gentlemen

forgetting your manners?

Who are you? The name's Rowley.

He's a Texas sheriff!

In Quinto, I'm plain Mark Rowley.

Why are you here?

That's a personal matter. It's a public

matter. You've got five minutes to get out.

First I'd like you to open Miss Alcott's

office, and I'll give you half that time.

Open up.

Now I savvy. You put her

up to this law and order campaign.

Howdy, Miss Alcott. What's happening?

Mr Wade's committee decided to close my paper.

This gentleman persuaded them to open it.

Mighty nice of you to help a lady.

Downright chivalrous, Mr...

SHERIFF Rowley, Colonel Farewell.

Really?

Well!

We don't often have a sheriff

call on us, Mr, uh... Rowley.

He's not here in an official capacity. Colonel

Farewell is one of our leading citizens.

Have you read this, Colonel?

Yes. You have cause for complaint

against the paper.

But you've been a little rough

on its publisher.

I prefer disagreements to be settled by

arbitration, not fighting. But Colonel...

Send the boys back to their businesses.

Let Miss Alcott run hers... for the present.

Thanks, Colonel. And thank you, Mr Rowley. It's

been a pleasure. Glad to have met you, Colonel.

We can't let her print this. She'll

start something nobody can stop.

I agree that we've got to check her,

but we must be tactful.

If you drive her out of Quinto,

you've made a martyr with a story.

Then other papers'll play up.

Maybe all the way to Washington.

Maybe you're right, but shooting that

sheriff is strictly local business.

Of course it is, but why shoot a man

that might be useful?

Hi, Elmer!

Hello, Hank. How was your trip?

Mighty good.

You're back early.

We did leave in a hurry.

Anxious to get back

for the grass rent celebration.

Hank McGee!

Sam Bass! I thought they had you

in the iron teepee at Abilene!

Just a sojourn! Needed a rest.

How'd you get out?

Carelessness!

Say, that's a real Sunday horse.

He ain't so bad the other days!

Where'd you get him?

A nice sheriff gave him to me.

You don't mean it!

Sure as you're born.

Sheriff said my horse wasn't fit

for a man in my position.

Can he run? Bet you 100 he can beat your

mare with a head start of 40 lengths.

Can he beat Belle Starr's Beauty?

Running backward!

- Hello, Sam.

- Hi, Elmer!

Hank, if you ain't bragging, I know

how we can make a little honest money...

Want something, Mister?

Yes. Jesse James.

He's not here. Or the Coyote Kid.

I never heard of him.

HARMONICA PLAYS:

You must be hard of hearing.

Hey, Custer. Did that prepaid

pill-peddler show up?

Yes, sir. He's upstairs, Mr Badger.

Thankee.

Thanks.

HE PLAYS HARMONICA

Hold it. Hold it. Take it easy, son.

You can't arrest me here.

I've come for John Rowley.

He ain't no outlaw!

I know. He's my brother. Oh... Your brother?

Why didn't you say so? He's right in there.

Hiya, Johnny.

Take it easy. Johnny's brother.

You'd follow me anywhere.

What does the doc say?

He'll be as good as ever

in a week or so.

That's good news, Dr Quillan.

I've never been mistaken for a dead man.

I buried Doc Quillan myself years ago.

Must have been right after he left

Texas under federal indictment.

They couldn't prove it... so he said.

How do you like it up here? Fine.

Good climate. Mother and I make out.

She'll be glad to see you again.

I mean, you'll be welcome for supper.

There you are, son.

I'm always glad to meet old friends.

Whatever happened to Nate Carter?

Got killed in a brawl. You know,

that bank failure wasn't his fault.

Bank failures are never anybody's

fault except ours.

Too bad you weren't around

for that one.

Must get a lot of Texans here. Yes. People in Quinto

are pretty decent. Not the ones I've seen so far.

It ain't that bad...

the men that put away their guns.

Can't argue with the men

that still carry them.

I understand. You still keep your

collections up to date? Yes indeedy.

Hey, Doc. Didn't I pay you

in advance? I guess you did.

Gentlemen.

This boy needs rest and quiet.

Hold on, Doc.

Ain't you forgot something?

Why, I... oh, yes!

How about some medicine? Medicine?

Yes. What medicine have you got?

Let's see. I got snakeroot, ipecac,

asafoetida, turpentine or brandy.

I'll take a little brandy. Yeah...

Thanks for looking after him, boys.

Don't mention it.

Join us in a drink, Mr Sheriff?

With pleasure, Mr James.

Get a little rest. See you later.

PIANO PLAYS:

That's the list for tomorrow's race.

We're ready to take all bets.

Think your horse can win, McGee?

I'm gonna risk a brand-new

Texas dollar bill!

I bet you 10-1 you lose it!

Can his new horse run fast?

When he's scared!

Can he beat Beauty?

When Beauty's dead!

Who's the official stakeholder?

Anybody you like, if he's honest!

If I was as crooked as you,

I'd have a guilty conscience!

I can't remember ever touching

a dishonest penny.

Give him some brandy. He's

absent-minded. He thinks he's pious.

Hiya, Coyote. Glad to see you back.

I'm not unhappy to be here.

How are you, Sam?

How about Honest Jim Badger,

the Coyote Kid as stakeholder?

As one of our most honest citizens, we've

chosen you as stakeholder for the big race.

Thank you, but I'll have to decline.

Why?

I plan to get drunk tomorrow and I'm

a LEETLE mite careless when I drink.

You're the people's choice.

How about Doc Glen here?

No, you're the man. If you insist,

but don't say I didn't warn you.

McGee, you ain't running

the sheriff's chestnut, are you?

- Yeah. He hasn't got much chance.

- I'm betting he don't.

- He'll do anything for me.

- Anything but win that race!

One of your men, ain't he?

Yeah. Hank McGee.

Excuse me.

I'm kind of thinking

nobody's going to win anything!

You shot my deputy in the back

and stole my horse. What of it?

Where's the chestnut? In good hands.

At the corral? Maybe.

Well?

Come on.

Put him up again.

Pay for them drinks, Doc.

Yeah... What?

Well, what are we waiting for?

A formal invitation?

Mr Rowley, would you come in

a minute?

A Texas sheriff is fighting

one of the James boys!

The James boys? Come on!

Hurry! This may be your last chance

to see a real live sheriff!

I'm very grateful to you

for helping me, but I do regret...

Forget it. The businessmen's

committee won't forget it.

Don't stay here.

We'll look after your brother.

McGee's on his way to the corral.

So I notice.

You shouldn't have stopped here. It's my

fault. Please! Coyote says you haven't a chance.

I could run ahead, make him nervous.

He's gonna get it!

Thanks.

Come on!

Get those horses out of here, quick!

Leave 'em there.

Where's that sheriff?

I haven't saw a sheriff for 20 years.

Ya-hoo!

Say, that man can shoot. Shot a

horse race clean out from under us.

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