High Plains Drifter Page #2

Started pushin people around

and takin over the town...

- and we had to-

- Had to what?

We had to take them into custody,

thats what.

I clapped the old bracelets

on them myself.

Hey, you wont be wantin'

that slab of pie, will ya?

You know what happened, friend?

They stole a golden ingot

out of the mining office...

and they hid it under the floorboard

of the shack that they lived in.

Kind of careless of them, wasn't it?

Does a mining company usually leave

gold ingots lyin around like that?

That does seem a bit peculiar.

Matter of fact, Stacey kept bringing

that up at the trial all the time...

saying that he was

being railroaded.

Thats why theyrre mad at us.

- I'll tell you what you can do, Sheriff.

- What?

When those boys

come back to town...

you just clap the bracelets

right on em.

Me?

I might have forgot to mention...

they were all three

passed out at the time.

Look, I'm no lawman.

They just hung

this thing on me...

when that young Marshal Duncan

was killed.

You know he was whipped to death

right here in this street.

Bullwhipped.

Damnedest thing I ever saw.

Why would anybody want

to do a thing like that?

I don't know. It wasn't anybody

from this town anyhow.

How do you know?

This is a good town

and these are good people.

Look, friend, we sure would like it

if you'd help us with our problem.

Only problem you've got

is a short supply of guts.

You people don't need me.

Look.

Place a couple of good riflemen

on top of that building up there.

Maybe a couple more with shotguns

down behind grain bags over there.

A few more on this roof here.

A lookout up there in the tower.

Maybe a rifleman.

That should take care of it.

Well, what would it take

to see that through?

The ambush.

What would it cost us?

Sheriff, I don't know

if I really like this town that much.

This is a God-fearing town.

These are God-fearing people.

You like em, you save eem.

What if we offered you

anything you want?

Anything?

Unlimited credit.

That's what it means.

An open charge account

with no reckonin.

What His Honours

trying to say is...

you got yourself

a free hand in this town.

- Any damn thing I want, huh?

- Yeah. Go on. Help yourself.

Help yourself! Go ahead.

Its my pleasure.

Yes, sir.

Anything you want that's here...

as best as we can get it

foryou, we will.

Even if its

some little squaw or Mex...

to keep your bed warm at night.

Hey, you!

Keep your sticky fingers

off them blankets...

and keep them kids under control.

Goddamn savages.

And besides,

about handlin' that ambush...

everybody in town,

more or less, is at your orders.

Here you go.

- No, no.

- Tell him it's all right.

It's all right.

Anything I want, huh?

How's that feel?

Not bad. I'll take 'em.

All right, that's three pairs

of hand-stitched boots...

and a tooled belt

with silver buckle.

That'll be- five and two,

carry the nine-

that comes to exactly-

No charge.

Come on, now.

I'd like to get

all these people a drink.

Yes, sir. One round for the house.

There you are.

This gentleman here's

buying a round for the house.

No fair. I ordered one too.

Don't I get a glass of beer?

You get a glass of beer

right there. Coming up.

There we are.

Now, that's one round

for the house, sir. Anything else?

Get yourself something.

Thank you very kindly, sir.

I'll have a cigar.

And smoke it later.

Now, including the smoke,

that comes to about $8.50.

There's no charge, Lutie.

You was at the meeting.

Anything he wants in this town, he gets.

- You voted on it.

- I didn't know that meant free whiskey.

Everybody's got to put

somethin' in the kitty. Right?

Right.

About time this town

had a new sheriff.

I'm the sheriff?

I'm the sheriff!

I'm sorry, Sam...

but you looked so comical

when he put your badge on the runt.

I'm not a runt anymore.

I'm the sheriff.

- And the mayor.

- And I'm the mayor.

- Any objections?

- No. No, that's fine.

I'm the mayor.

I'm the sheriff.

No more

Mordecai, bring the water.

Mordecai, take the laundry.

Clean up the mess.

Hot damn!

I'm gonna declare a holiday.

Hot damn!

Wait a minute.

I can't be a sheriff

if I don't have a gun.

Is this about the size gun

youre lookin' for?

No, that one. That'll do.

Whatever this gent wants,

he's to have.

Orders of Mr Drake and Mr Allen.

I want every man in the regiment

to have one of these nice rifles.

What regiment?

- The City of Lago Volunteers.

- Never heard of 'em.

You ought to. You're in it.

So are you, you

and all of you out there.

I want you all out in the street

in ten minutes for drill.

Well, that's that.

Bridges, you Carlin boys...

don't forget your tickets

back here to my little hotel.

And don't worry-

they ain't loaded.

What about our horses?

We had three good animals.

What do you think youve been eatin'

the last six months?

Damn him!

I didn't eat my own horse!

That slop he fed us wasn't our horses.

He just stole 'em and sold 'em!

- Shut up.

- That's what he done!

When we get to Lago,

you can have the mayor's horse.

Fried or barbecued.

Well, I guess we walk some.

Old Drake and Allen don't seem

to have remembered.

They'll remember.

One way or another,

they'll remember.

All right.

You dont want to get shot.

You don't want your shops

or houses burned.

You don't want your women touched.

You don't want anything to happen.

Except you're afraid

to do anything about it.

Or you don't know how.

Sh*t!

Fire!

I don't remember lending

my wagons to be shot up...

by those goddamned fools out there.

You're gonna look awfully silly

with that knife sticking up your ass.

Fire! Pull those triggers!

Come on!

You still here?

No, I was just goin'.

- Damn! Can you do that every time?

- Damn right he can.

We're not gonna have a thing

in the world to worry about.

This is gonna be a picnic!

All right, keep 'em after it, huh?

You men carpenters?

S, senor.

We do rough fixings.

Could you make some big tables

that a lot of people could sit?

- Like for a church picnic?

- Exactly.

Well, you could use sawhorses

and one-by-twelvers.

Could you have them ready

for me by tomorrow morning?

- If we have the lumber.

- You'll have the lumber.

Come on with me.

- You really plannin' a picnic?

- Any objection?

No, just it's the damnedest thing

I ever heard of.

- You havent heard the funny part.

- Whatss that?

You're furnishing

the beer and whiskey.

- Preacher.

- Good morning, Brother Belding.

- Mrs Lake was just asking about you.

- How is the dear old soul?

She's chipper as a jaybird.

I don't know how she does it.

She's got the strength

of her faith, Brother Belding.

Praise God.

The strength of her faith.

Too bad about your barn.

Termites?

There's nothing wrong with my barn.

It's sound as a dollar.

How come those two Mexs

is tearin' it down?

What?

What do you greasy bastards

think you're doing to my barn?

Exactly what I told 'em.

We're requisitioning

your barn, Belding.

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