Big Jake Page #6

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to see his powder

flare, locate him,

and keep him

from shooting again.

Nothin' to it.

Well, let's get go...

Where's the other one?

There's supposed to be

four of you.

He's dead.

We had to pay a price

to keep that box

for you and your friends.

I was told to bring in

all of you or none of you,

so's we could keep

an eye on you, understand?

No loose ends.

Well, he's dead.

I want to see his body.

All right.

He's laid out with

the rest of 'em,

down at the jailhouse.

Jailhouse?

Right over there.

Jailhouse...

Come on, let's go see him.

We haven't got all night.

Never mind.

It ain't important.

You gents is gettin'

a little nervous, ain't ya?

Let's go.

Sam...

wish it were a little later.

Uh-huh.

Pitchfork rain right now

would be in our favor.

Lightning might help.

Might hurt, too.

Hey, what's that?!

Too late to do him any good.

There's another one inside.

He's dead, too.

The night watchman.

Say, you ain't

a-lookin' too good.

Sight of blood bother

you or something?

Only my own.

Oh.

Well, this is where

everybody stops, except you.

You take that box in alone.

You'll be met

at the other end.

Well, Sam, they say

the elk in Montana

are as big as

buffalo this year.

We ought to go hunt 'em

when this is over.

I look forward to that.

I wish they were buffalo.

Yeah.

Times change.

Gimme that mule.

James...

I see him.

Dog.

Good to see you made it.

Yeah, we've had a full day.

Guess he don't like

anybody behind him.

Neither do I.

All right, that goes

for you, too, Fatty.

Get out where

I can see you.

You must figure

I'm a real dangerous man.

Will, come on down.

I told you to move, Fatty.

Dog.

Get him off me!

Call your dog off!

Get him away!

Get him off of me!

Call that dog off!

Fain!

I wouldn't do that.

Call your dog off.

Get him off!

Dog.

Now call off yours.

The box.

Open it up.

The boy.

Will.

Stay.

Open it up.

Take that hood off.

Like to see what I'm buying.

I just saw something

in your eyes

I don't like.

I saw a foolish thought.

You understand me.

Anything happens,

anything at all,

your fault, my fault,

nobody's fault...

my little brother

will blow that kid's

head right off.

It's as

simple as that.

No matter who else gets killed,

that boy dies.

If the shotgun misses him,

it don't matter.

You already know about

the rifle on him.

That won't be as messy

as a shotgun at three feet

but that boy will be

just as dead.

You understand me?

Say it.

I understand.

Now, open it up.

That's the stuff

that dreams are made of.

What's a million dollars

look like, John?

Now you understand.

If anything goes wrong...

anything at all...

your fault, my fault,

nobody's fault, it don't matter.

I'm gonna blow your head off.

It's as simple as that.

What did he say?

I can't hear him.

No matter what else happens,

no matter who gets killed,

I'm gonna blow your head off.

Something wrong, John?

Kill the boy!

Dog!

Come on, little Jake!

Run!

Gimme that shotgun!

Whoa!

Will.

Will!

He's dead.

I want his shotgun.

Hurt?

Yeah.

Put your finger there.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm scared.

So am I.

But don't let them know it.

Jake.

Yes, sir?

You ever fire a gun?

No, sir.

Well, use it if you have to.

Yes, sir.

Now, when I start firing

you hightail it out

there and find James.

Yes, sir.

Ready?

Yes, sir.

Go!

Boy's outside! Kill him!

You hear that?

They got the boy.

The hell I did,

that's my derringer.

James! Uncle James!

Oh!

Jake, get out of here!

Hide! The stables!

That sound like a derringer?

I wouldn't.

Holster it.

Raise your hands.

The other's broke.

That'll do just fine.

Now turn around.

Real slow.

I hear you killed two good men

in a fair fight tonight.

Is that right?

No. Three, counting you.

Prove it.

That sound like a boy screaming?

Wonder how he's gonna get it?

With a bullet or a machete,

like the Indian did.

I wouldn't.

You come close, Mister,

but no cigar.

Who are you?

Jacob McCandles.

I thought you was dead.

Not hardly.

Michael, that's

the second time

tonight you've

saved my life.

The first time,

I was a little slow.

You mean that?

It was nothing.

Jacob, here, took care

of that, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Sir?

Yes, sir.

Are you my grandfather?

Yes, sir, I sure am.

James.

Dad.

Sounds better.

Let's go home.

Good idea.

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