Dark Command Page #2
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AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS ALL DAY.
WHEN I GET MARRIED?
TO MARRY HIM?
UH-HUH.
GOOD, SPLENDID.
I DIDN'T SAY I'D ACCEPTED HIM,
NOW, DID I?
OH, HE'S A SMART MAN, MARY.
AMBITIOUS, HARD WORKER.
BE A BIG MAN SOMEDAY.
I CAN BOSS AROUND.
OH, NO, NO, NO.
I'M SERIOUS. HE'D MAKE
THAT LAD.
HIS GRANDFATHER WAS SCOTCH.
ARE OLD ENOUGH TO STOP FIGHTING.
THANK YOU, TOM.
FOR ABOUT A WEEK.
A HANDSOME WEDDING PRESENT.
WHAT ARE YOU,
THERE YOU ARE, SIR.
HA! SMOOTH
AS A BABY'S... LEG.
YOUR HONOR, THEM'S
MOSTLY THEY SAY,
"THIRTY DAYS. "
MY FRIEND, YOU MAY PAIN A SHAVING MUG WITH THE NAME
"JUDGE BUCKNER"...
AS A STEADY PATRON
NOW THAT YOU'RE ESTABLISHED.
TWO BITS.
OH, TUT, TUT, TUT.
I SHALL SETTLE WITH YOU WEEKLY.
OR, PERHAPS, MONTHLY.
I BEG YOUR PARDON, MADAM.
HE'S AN EXCELLENT SHAVE, MADAM.
OH, I'M SORRY, MADAM.
GOOD MORNING, MA'AM.
A TOOTH PULLED.
YES, MA'AM.
THERE YA ARE.
WHAT'S THIS?
IMBIBE, MADAM, OR SUFFER.
VERY WELL, MA'AM.
NOW, IF YOU'LL KINDLY PLACE YOUR
WHY, I'VE NEVER HEARD
I'LL TELL MY HUSBAND.
JUST FOR LEVERAGE, MA'AM.
JUST FOR LEVERAGE.
[ Screams ]
SAY "AH. "
THERE WE ARE.
AH!
OUT OF TOWN,
AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENS.
IT'S GOT TO STOP.
FOUR?
DID YOU SAY FOUR?
THAT'S RIGHT, FOUR!
QUITE A TOWN, AREN'T WE?
NO, I DON'T THINK SO.
WE AIM TO COMPETE
BUT NOT IN LAWLESSNESS.
CERTAINLY, OF COURSE,
THAT THE APPOINTMEN OF A MARSHAL IS OBVIOUSLY
IN ORDER.
I HAVE A NEPHEW. HE'S A FINE,
WHO YOU'D LIKE TO SEE
MUST BE HONEST,
MUST HAVE COURAGE,
HAVE YOU ANY SUGGESTIONS?
WAIT NOW,
THERE'S MY NEPHEW.
HE'S OUT!
WE REALLY FELT, MR. McCLOUD,
THAT YOU'D PROBABLY MAKE
A NOMINATION.
GENTLEMEN, I THINK I KNOW
THE VERY MAN.
THERE YOU HAVE:
ALWAYS BEEN IN ONE.
LOOK AT ME NOW--
A SCHOOLTEACHER.
WHERE'S THAT GOING
TO GET ME?
CLEAR TO THE TOP IF I THOUGH YOU'D BE THERE WAITING.
AND THE VIEW?
- [ Chattering ]
- ALL RIGHT.
I'M FROM TENNESSEE.
WHAT OF IT?
WE AIN'T WANTIN' PEOPLE
AROUND HERE:
SMART ALECK, HUH?
WE GIVE HIM A LIFT OUT OF TOWN?
YOU TALK MIGHTY BIG FOR ONE MAN.
WHAT RIGHT DO YOU GO TO BUTT INTO THIS?
I'LL TELL YA,
YA PACK OF COYOTES.
IS AN AMERICAN.
DON'T FORGET THAT.
COME ON, MARY.
IN THE TEETH.
LET ME GIVE YOU A HAND, MISTER.
THANKS. WHERE'D YOU
COME FROM?
- BEEN FOLLOWIN' YOU
AROUND ALL MORNIN'.
- WHAT FOR?
YOU'RE A COWBOY,
AIN'T YA?
YEP. FROM TEXAS. WHY?
AH!
THEM DOGGIES ARE THE BOLDES I EVER RODE HERD ON.
IT'S LIKE SOMETIMES
OUT ON THE RANGE AFTER YOU GO THE HERD BEDDED DOWN--
[ Man Groaning ]
THAT'S MY TONGUE.
MY MISTAKE.
EVER HAD:
YOUR TOOTH PULLED?
NO, ALL GOOD.
YOU'RE LUCKY.
THAT KNUCKLE, DIDN'T YA?
OH, IT AIN'T NOTHIN'.
THANKS,
FOR CHEWIN' TOBACCO,
MOST LIKELY.
THERE'S SOMETHING
ME?
I WAS STARING A WHEN ALL THE RUCKUS STARTED--
YEAH.
WELL, HER NAME IS
MARY McCLOUD. WHY?
WELL, I'LL TELL YA.
WHAT?
I MEAN,
A FELLA WOULDN'T WANT TO MARRY
NATURALLY.
OH, NATURALLY.
YOU KNOW HER WELL?
NO, JUST SEEN HER
ONCE OR TWICE.
THE NEXT TIME:
SHE WAS WITH A JACKASS.
HE IS, HUH?
MAKES IT EASIER, DON'T IT?
PRACTICALLY A CINCH.
SUDDEN, DON'T YA?
NO, NOT EXACTLY.
FIGURED OUT THIS WAY.
RIGHT OFF,
YOU WASTED, SHE LIKED YOU, TOO,
SO, WELL, ALL THA TIME'S WASTED, AIN'T IT?
HOW DO YOU EXPEC TO GO ABOUT THIS?
OH, YES.
UH, I FIGURED THA IF YOU WAS TO TAKE ME
OVER TO HER...
AND GIVE ME AN INTRODUCE, THEN
I COULD TELL HER WHO I WAS AND
THAT I NEVER MURDERED NOBODY,
AND SIT ON A FENCE
TILL I WAS THROUGH.
WELL, COME ON, I THINK
YOUR NAME.
FLETCH.
MINE'S SETON. BOB SETON.
YEAH. CUPID.
HE'S A REAL COWBOY.
FROM TEXAS.
OWNS A BANK, HUH?
WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
YEAH, I KNOW THE BREED--
STRING-HOLLERED AND SPAVINED.
SQUEEZE THE BLOOD
OUT OF A TURNIP.
KEEP YOUR CHIN:
TO YOURSELF.
HUH?
FAIR ENOUGH.
MY APPRECIATION, MR. McCLOUD.
I SUPPOSE IT WILL BE LEF TO A VOTE, HUH?
OTHER CANDIDATES THROWING
ANY TROUBLE WINNIN'.
I HOPE YOU'RE RIGHT.
FLETCH,
[ Squeals ]
YOU, UH, WANTED
UH, YES,
WELL--
UH--
WHO I WAS?
WHO?
THE KID, CUPID.
[ Chuckles ]
MY BROTHER, YOU MEAN.
YOUR WHAT?
MY BROTHER. WHO DID YOU
THINK HE WAS?
WELL--
YOUR BROTHER.
YES.
NO.
WE LOST... ALMOST.
WELL, NOT EXACTLY.
THAT IS-- NO.
WELL, UH, DID HE
ABOUT ANYTHING:
I'D SAID TO HIM?
MY BROTHER, YOU MEAN?
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