From Hell to the Wild West Page #2

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You stated a crazy man

did the killings.

He was more like a devil.

The correct term

is psychopath.

But you're right,

he is from Hell.

[Horse neighs]

No, no, no, I'll do it.

No, don't go wandering off.

- You'll get lost.

- [Horse neighs]

- You stay at my side.

- Yes, ma'am.

Don't speak to anyone,

understand?

- Yes, ma'am.

- [Horse whinnies]

Where is everyone?

Can't rightly say.

Ain't seen anyone

since we got here.

Find the saloon proprietor.

And I need a room and whatever

passes for a hotel here.

Yes, ma'am.

- Go! Now.

- Yes, ma'am.

- [Horse whinnies]

- Hello!

These small town people

have no manners at all.

So where can I find

this crazed killer?

There's a little town

up there somewhere.

What's it called?

It was abandoned.

I didn't catch the name.

I was trying

to save my own hide.

But... but you remember

where it is, right?

You couldn't pay me

to go back there.

Good, 'cause I'm not

offering you any money.

Well, friend, then you got

less than nothing.

Oh, I've got something,

all right.

Something better than money.

I can offer you freedom.

See, I'm after

the real killer.

You show me where he is,

I'll arrest him,

bring him back.

That'll clear your name.

And I can do it.

I know the magistrate who

issued voucher on your bounty.

He's an old friend of mine.

I can clean

this mess up legally.

Unless you want to spend the

rest of your days a wanted man.

A wanted lady killer?

How far you think

you're gonna make it

with that price

on your head?

Let's go before

I come to my senses.

Okay.

Let's get this bastard

and clear your name.

I don't understand.

Where are all the people?

Damn it.

Sons of b*tches

stole my horse.

Mine, too.

That means they'll

be coming back.

Looks like we're walking.

Hello!

It's gonna be okay.

You want me to go look

on the other side of town?

I said no.

You stay at my side.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm just a little bit nervous.

I ain't never been

this far from home.

You usually take

your trips on your own

and leave me at the house.

Well, that's your problem,

isn't it?

I can't leave you there

unsupervised anymore.

Why not?

Don't play dumb with me.

You know good and well

what I'm talking about.

Is this about the glass vase?

I didn't mean to break it.

That was an accident.

I'm not talking

about an accident.

I'm talking about something

you did on purpose.

- Then I don't understand.

- Neither do I.

Where did I go

wrong with you?

Who bought you

that nice blouse?

You did.

And who braids your hair

with the bows,

so you look all pretty?

You do.

And don't I read passages

from the Bible every Sunday,

as you're not

allowed at church?

Yes.

Then how, Hannah?

How could you?

I thought I could trust you.

It's my husband! Mine!

I didn't want to do it.

Oh, is that right?

Because I saw you

with my own eyes,

and it didn't seem

like the typical case

of a rich man

taking advantage

of one of his servant girls.

It was love making.

You kissed him,

you caressed him,

like he was... yours.

- You saw us?

- Yes.

I used the scope

of Mrs. Stanton's rifle.

I saw you both

clear as the day.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean

for it to happen.

I read a posting saying

that the Carson Saloon

is paying top dollar for women

willing to be hostesses.

And that's why

I brought you here,

and I think you should

work there for now on.

Doesn't hostess mean whore?

You practiced being a whore

with my husband,

and now you can do it

professionally.

Or you can find

another job around here.

Either way, you won't

be returning to my home

or my husband.

- [Horse whinnies]

- [Hoofbeats retreating]

- Is that our horse?

- Oh, no.

Where in hell is everyone?

Did the whole town

just vanish?

Maybe we should

start walking back.

It's too far, Hannah.

Do you even know how to get back?

Which direction?

Do you want to get

lost in the wild?

Even if we did know

how to get back,

you think we can walk

for days on end

in our Sunday dresses

without a rifle?

Guess not.

Best course

of action is to wait

for the townspeople

to come back.

I don't know how an entire town

decides to up and leave

all at same exact same time,

but we have no choice.

And if the hotel people

don't come back soon,

I will break in

and make myself at home,

and they can charge me

whatever they want.

Irresponsible idiots.

Why did our driver leave us?

I don't know.

I have no idea

how to tell Mr. Stanton

that we lost

one of his horses.

- He's gonna be mad.

- Yes, he will be,

but that's

no concern of yours.

My husband is of absolutely

no concern of yours

- in any way, shape, or form.

- Yes, ma'am.

Do you know

that any other mistress

would have thrown you out

on the street?

But not me.

Do you know why?

Do you?

Um, did you think Mr. Stanton

would come after me?

How dare you?

Do you think he would

leave me for you?

No, ma'am.

Well, of course,

you never know with men.

They are so stupid.

It's a wonder how they manage

to rule the world.

Why did you

think that anyways?

Did he tell you that...

he loves you?

It's okay.

You can tell me.

It's not like I'm gonna be

more angry than I already am.

It's so hot.

Are you hot?

- Yeah?

- Yes, a little.

Come... come here.

I'll untie that for you.

This one always gets stuck.

Didn't I tell you to wear

the yellow one?

I couldn't find it.

It was in the tall dresser.

Bottom shelf.

It wasn't there.

Maybe it was out to wash?

Let's just forget about it.

There you go.

So, now that we both

are calm and comfortable,

you should go ahead

and tell me the truth.

Did my husband, Mr. Stanton,

tell you that he loves you?

Okay, I'll tell you.

He told me...

[Screams]

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

- [Sobbing]

- [Mrs. Stanton screaming]

I just don't see

a solid connection

between this

Tumblety character

- and Jack the Ripper.

- That's wrong.

I mean, only now do we have

an account of Tumblety

committing murders

here in the West.

Thanks to this diary.

And thanks to me

staying up all night.

I have a match

on his handwriting.

This is from Tumblety's

medical school.

Tumblety

was medically trained?

I always suspected

Jack the Ripper

of being a surgeon.

Tumblety had dropped out

of medical school.

I was able to get copies

of his transcripts,

and this copy

of his handwriting.

Oh, and this is a copy

of the famous letter

from Jack the Ripper.

The only one that was ever

deemed legitimate.

The handwriting matches.

That's my opinion, as well.

[Chuckling] We'll, uh...

we'll have to get an expert,

of course, to verify, but...

And that's not

the only evidence

that links Tumblety

to Jack the Ripper.

Before the murder spree,

Tumblety went to the anatomical

museum in London, and he asked

to purchase female organs.

And Jack the Ripper

removed his victim's organs.

And I have

other evidence, as well.

Tumblety was married

to an ex-prostitute,

so that would line up with why

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