Goin' South Page #5

I gotta tell Big Abe.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

I'll never forget you, Hermine.

You was the first woman I

didn't have to pay for. Adios.

- You're a mite early, compadre.

- I wanna make a withdrawal.

Your wife will have to do that. Us

ordinance husbands aren't allowed to.

- Besides, we're closed.

- You're open now.

Open it up.

Over there.

Hurry up, buddy.

Cover that up.

I never thought you'd

do this to Julia.

It's the only way to

save my marriage, Whitey.

Grover, where's Julia?

Damn.

Rocks.

Damn, honey pie.

Reach, Moon.

Mr Moon, you're still here.

Where's Julia?

Guess he ain't heard the news.

- What news?

- Your wife sold up to the railroad.

Gentlemen, start

tagging the furniture.

- When?

- Does that concern you now?

Where is she?

I believe on her way to Philadelphia.

And you're going to meet Saint Peter.

That's right, Moon. You're

going to meet seor Peter.

- We know you got it.

- I ain't got nothing.

We don't believe you.

- Ain't got what? Who's

that? - The ex-Moon Gang.

They picked the wrong

hombres to mess with.

Watch it, Big Abe.

OK. One, two, three!

- When did she leave?

- Why should I tell you?

About a half hour ago.

Now!

Moon, shoot back.

Yessum, this is mighty strange stuff.

Miriam dropped the lantern

in some the other night,

and the whole farm

near went up in flames.

- Burned half the hair off my head.

- It stunk for two weeks.

The railroad has no use for it.

So I thought I'd take these

samples East and maybe sell it.

What do you think, Miss Julia?

I'm sorry, Mr Standard. I

didn't hear what you said.

Drop that gun.

Hold it there!

Hold it there!

All right, stay calm.

All right. Step down, Julia.

That sonofabitch can shoot.

He rode with Quantrill.

Come on. You've run far enough.

Come on, now. I'm losing my patience.

- You ain't taking my gold!

- Hey, they discovered gold!

No, they just had too much bug juice.

You didn't even write

a note when you left.

What was I meant to write,

"Good luck Henry and Hermine"?

I was gonna explain everything...

Are you gonna rob this stage or not?

Burn the breeze, Kyle, or I'll

blow everybody into feathers.

We don't desert our

women out here, Mr Moon.

It's all right, Sheriff. You go on

ahead. He's just trying to impress me.

Are you sure, Julia?

Well... you two try

and get along, then.

We all had to.

My heart froze when I came

home and you was gone, honey.

Let me help you up with it.

I'm not sure I'll ever

get used to Mexico.

Why, sure you will, honey pie.

You got used to me, didn't you?

Anyways...

...first, let's get

used to being rich.

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