Badman's Territory Page #3

Doggone it, Sheriff,

you should have been an outlaw.

Congratulations. Thanks, but I'm

still a little scared. Don't be.

That shot will bring you quite

a reputation in Quinto. Good shot!

I couldn't have done better.

Well, that's right nice of you.

We like your kind.

We hope to be seeing a lot of you.

A real genuine compliment

coming from Belle Starr.

Belle Starr?

It ain't nobody else. Well...

Doggone it, she sure is some gal.

Sheriff, that shooting entitles

you to meet Sam Bass. Howdy.

Mr Wade offers his compliments. Rowley, since

McGee had entered your horse for tomorrow's race,

I was wondering...

No, thanks.

Miss Starr, you didn't give me time

to thank you for your compliment.

You talk as smooth as you shoot, and your shootin's

gonna keep me out of Texas. I hoped you'd visit.

A woman can change her mind. Good. It's

a clean jail. If you're the jailer...

I might accept your invitation. I always do my best

to accommodate prisoners, and especially ladies.

Too bad your chestnut isn't running tomorrow. I was

looking forward to looking back at him. Were you?

I can change my mind. You'd better have your horse

in shape or you'll be looking at the back of him. Bye.

Come on.

One of the best shootings in years.

Well, doc? He's made his last mistake.

Doctor Grant. Yes, Miss Alcott?

I'd like you to come over

to my house. Certainly, Miss Alcott.

Is this professional?

Hi, Mark.

So you finally woke up?

You were sleeping earlier.

How do you feel? How do I look?

Better.

So does the room.

Glad they did it up a bit.

I hear you did a little chore today.

Yeah.

Couldn't get out of it, Johnny.

But it squared accounts for Mercer.

Yeah.

That McGee was a mean one.

I'd say the James boys

were in bad company.

But Frank and Jesse are all right.

A man can ride with them.

You know, Mark,

I wonder why such men turn outlaws.

Usually for one reason - money.

I'm not justifying the James boys, but they got off

to a bad start with Quantrill's guerillas in Missouri.

Yeah, I know.

Tell me, John, who shot Hampton?

Jesse.

Are you sure? Just in time too. He was about to wing

Coyote after he got me. He was your prisoner. Yes.

Just what I thought.

Did that dirty...? Now, now.

Take it easy.

Yes, you mustn't get excited.

Hello, Mr Rowley.

Good evening. Now I get it.

Doc Grant sent Miss Alcott. Do you

nurse all Doc Grant's patients?

Only very special ones.

What is this? Milk. Drink it.

I see you're coming on. How are you

feeling, Johnny? Oh, looking up.

Ah, Nightingale, eh?

Hello, Coyote. Evening.

Better tuck yourself in. LEETLE mite late

for a sick man. Shall I come tomorrow? Please.

Good night. Good night.

Want I should see you home, miss?

Oh, well...

No, it's all right, thanks.

May I?

It's quite all right. I'm used to walking alone.

You can't stay here, Sheriff. He's got to settle.

You're right, Coyote.

Night, Johnny. Good night, Mark. Say that he

gets some sleep. I'm going to put him to sleep!

Can I bring you anything? No,

thankee. I brought it. Good night.

Hi, boys. Hiya. Miss Alcott, have you met

Mr Jesse James and his brother, Frank? Howdy.

Miss Alcott prints the local paper.

So we've noticed.

Would you gentlemen care to make a statement to

the press? You can say we stand for free silver.

We don't give interviews, Sheriff.

We might give some advice.

This section will be a lot better off when women

quit raising trouble and start raising other things.

Good night.

After that, perhaps the sheriff

had better see me home.

#.. You had a dream, love

# I had one too

# Mine was the best

# Cos it was of you

# Come, sweetheart, tell me

# Now is the time

# You tell me your dream

# And I'll tell you mine... #

It reminds me of my father. Oh?

Was he a singer? No, a barber.

He used to vocalise

as he shaved his customers...

out loud at their faces.

Why did you give up lather for law?

Dad made the mistake

of sending me to school.

That happened to me too. But when I was halfway through

my education, I had to return to take Dad's place.

And his politics? Oh!

So you agree with Jesse James?

Oh, I'm inclined to.

Really?

Well, the paper's going to continue to

fight to become part of the United States,

no matter what Jesse James

thinks of its editor.

Hodge, do you know what time it is?

What's keeping you so late?

Had to sort out a remake paper. Why?

Some of the advertisers cancelled.

Really? Who?

Easier to tell you who didn't.

And all of the big ads for the annual grass rent

day number. It's sort of discomposing, ain't it?

How can you joke about it?

Sorry. Get mad.

Just don't start crying.

I'm not that sort of person. I can't

cry, but I can strike back. That's a girl.

No wonder you're losing your advertising. I'm

losing it because I want to bring order out of chaos,

because I want schools, roads, churches,

hospitals, a courthouse and a flag.

Is there anything wrong with that? Nothing, except the

way you're going about it, you'll start a revolution.

You can't clean up Quinto with

printer's ink, or do it alone.

Can I count on your help?

Is that the reason

you moved in on me tonight?

What? When Doc Grant let you be nurse,

were you looking for an official or a man?

Your education hasn't included the tale

of Richard the Lionheart. Oh, yes, it did.

He went on a crusade for his lady and didn't come

back. I'm ornery. I want to be liked for myself.

Good night.

You gonna bet?

I never gamble.

I'm gonna put a couple of dollars

on something.

He takes chances, that Frank.

Give your money to Coyote.

First time I ever got money in one hand without

having a gun in another. Only one horse can win!

I want to bet on Miss Alcott's horse.

How much? 1. On Sir Galahad?!

- Here's 50 cents. Make it

2. - 2. - 2 on Sir Galahad.

Hey, Sam. Hello, Frank!

Put this on the winner.

Yeah.

Good morning. When did Miss Alcott decide to

enter the race? Yesterday. I'm sure she'll win.

Of course she will.

60 on Sir Galahad. What?

That's right

- on Miss Alcott's horse. What about your chestnut? What about him? Can he lose?

The odds seem to think so.

Yeah. 60 on Sir Galahad

for the sheriff.

Give your money to Coyote.

You betting on

the Nightingale's nag?

Why not? Didn't you figure

on your horse to win? I was kinda.

But Sir Galahad's pretty fast too.

Bass and Wade are plum certain

you can't lose. You saw the odds.

They're a LEETLE mite out of line,

aren't they? Leetle mite? They're way out.

Must be a reason. The Injuns are betting

their grass rent money on Belle Starr.

You'll see real murder if them

redskins lose. 500 on Belle Starr.

See what I mean?

Yeah.

Morning, Henryetta. Morning.

How's Sir Galahad?

Fine, thank you. You seen the odds?

We're not the people's choice.

I never was a favourite with these people.

Then why ride with them? Sir Galahad asked.

Morning, Sheriff. Hello, Miss Starr.

You met Miss Alcott? How are you?

Fine, thank you. How are you?

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