Guns Girls And Gambling Page #6

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Like you could find a bus stop

in the middle of the desert any faster.

Don't I take you to all the best places?

Whatever happened to dinner and a movie?

Shut up.

Looks like the cowboy is already here.

Cowboy, he's the one that took a shot at us.

Did he hit you'?

No.

Too bad.

It's the Sheriffs!

Come on outta there boys.

Sheriffs.

What can we do for you?

We're here for the

mask. Mo...

Well ain't we all.

Elvis in there?

Elvis is dead.

Put down your guns and step away from the bus!

I told you we didn't kill the Elvises.

Shut up!

Sheriff Covley, I understand the

Rancher pays you real good.

So I'm going to give you a little advice.

You take that other sheriff there,

and you get in your vehicle

and you ride on outta here.

'Till I tell you It's okay to come back.

Yeah, about that.

See ahh...

...this mask seems to be...

...pretty valuable.

We're going to be renegotiating my contract.

He works for the Chief.

We work for whoever is willing to pay us

the most for that mask.

Think of it like there's

two new Sheriffs in town.

And they're even greedier than the last ones.

So ah...

...like that other Sheriff said...

...drop your guns...

...and step away from

the bus!

Careful Sheriff.

I hear he's a pretty good shot.

I'm also a quick draw.

This town wasn't big enough

for the both of them.

Either of them.

Hell any of them.

John Smith!

The Rancher gave you 24 hourd to get us the

Cowboys and Indians, just like the old days.

We both know how that turned out.

We need to see who's in that bus.

Situation's a little volatile

right now don't you think?

Exactly.

Agh!

Talk is cheap white man.

Just like the old days.

Agh!

Agh! Agh!

You seem to be difficult to kill

as your namesake.

John Smith was sentenced to death three times,

twice by his own people!

He was spared each time!

You think you ought to be spared?

Kill 'em.

Let's get the mask.

Wait! Wait!

No! No! Wait!

You can't kill him!

Why not?

Just like Pocahontas, you're

not eleven, are you?

Because if you want your mask,

you have to bring him...

...and the money.

Slight twist on Pocahontas.

She's right.

That's what it says on the bus.

You're making the right choice, Chief.

Thank you.

Where do we go then?

Station 12.

Station 72 was an old west outpost...

on the border of the Chief's

reservation.

It was once Native American land,

the site of a long

forgotten skirmish...

...between the tribe

and the U. S. Cavalry.

To keep the peace...

no-one was supposed

to go the-re.

Thanks for not killing me earlier, by the way.

You can thank your girl next door for that.

Thanks for that.

The Rancher also wants him dead.

Maybe the Rancher isn't so bad after all.

Being Native American,

doesn't it tug at your soul,

knowing everyone wants me dead?

Indian.

Excuse me?

I'm Indian.

I thought all you guys wanted

to be called Native American.

No, no moron.

I'm from India.

The Chief and his casino

are equal opportunity employers.

Not everyone is a racist white man like you.

I did not see that one coming.

Well, we're here.

Glad you boys could all make it.

Bet you never thought you'd be back here, Chief.

I could kill him right now.

And end this war once and for all.

I wouldn't advise that If I were you.

I'm a pretty good shot.

So was the Cowboy.

You're outnumbered Rancher.

Not exactly.

Where'd that come from?

Took it from the Sheriff.

Just like the Indian did.

Which Indian?

The one from India.

You don't have to do this.

Everything's going to be fine.

I know it is.

You just need to choose which

side you're on, Uncle.

Pocahontas would never shoot

her father, Chief Powhatan.

The Chief isn't my father.

The Rancher is.

That's my girl.

No, no, no.

You're just the girl next door.

You don't even live there.

I don't live there either.

So your ex-boyfriend was

really following me around hey?

Of course he was.

How do you think I knew

you were in that apartment?

And neither the angels in heaven above...

...nor the demons

down under the sea...

...can ever dissever my

soul from the soul...

...of the beautiful

Annabel Lee.

Now everyone drop the guns.

Or no one gets anything.

You can all kill each other later.

Good. Now I assume you

both brought the money.

One million dollars.

One million dollars.

How do we know you have what you say you have?

I have it.

So who are you going to sell it to?

Send John Smith in here with all the money...

...and then we'll see what

side wants it the most.

I got a better idea.

As I was saying...

Give John Smith the money...

...and I will give him the mask.

The rest of you...

...don't bother getting up.

Head on my wall.

I'm sorry, John.

Me too.

Why him?

Captain John Smith was friend

and foe of Native Americans

and White Men alike.

Sentenced to death by both.

Killed by neither.

I thought would be poetic.

Are you serious?

No.

You never dressed like

this when we were together.

You never turned me on enough.

Ouch.

Hello, Annabel.

Hello, Lee.

I thought you weren't

interested in any of this stuff.

Especially being in love with

your doctor and all.

Well this is a lot of money.

And she isn't a doctor.

She?

Everything that Elvis has is in that bag.

You once said that ah...

...history would be written

without me in it.

And I was right.

Still, you could have told me you were coming.

But what fun would that have been'?

You know how I feel about guns.

Suit yourself.

What are you going to tell them?

Nevermore...

What are you waiting for?

Nothing...

...just enjoying seeing all

you guys down in the dirt.

I am going to kill you.

Not If I kill him first.

I've been dead before.

30 years ago, Chief

Your men killed my entire family, right here.

The Rancher had sent them

to a place no one

was supposed to go.

The burial ground of a battle your

tribe had with the U. S. Cavalry.

Just like the Rancher guessed ..

...my family found the warrior mask.

And also just like the

rancher guessed.

The Chief ordered them killed

for breaking the peace

and desecrating the ground.

My family had no idea where they'd been sent.

Or that they were pawns

in a centuries old fight.

You couldn't have been part of that family.

The Indians killed all of them.

The Native Americans killed them all.

Except for a little boy.

Boy who had been saved

by another Native American.

My Farher's Hopi guide.

Go to the highway wait for me there.

They were just student archaeologists...

...they had no idea they were

doing your dirty work for you.

That's my ride.

I gotta go.

Who is that?

Her!

We'll leave you a present at the car.

Nice.

Where's my mask?

Your mask, Chief?

Elvis destroyed it.

What?

The mask is gone.

I threw it off a cliff.

I guess he thought that if he

wasn't going to

get paid for it.

No one should.

But don't feel too bad Chief.

Then Rancher's covering this one.

The greedy white man screwed over...

...your Tribe for a

long time Chief.

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