Jane Got a Gun Page #4

that, so I just took a guess.

Did you know she couldn't swim?

We were just outside Raphael

when they took us.

Ham tried to go find Mary.

It was too late.

So, yeah...

I settled with another man.

Had another child.

That girl

you rode so far to see...

I ain't her anymore.

Life stopped being

something that you live

after that day.

Just something you endure.

Sh*t!

Ham! Ham!

You piece of sh*t!

Ham!

Easy, Ham.

Easy. I didn't do nothing.

Mary?

Jane.

Jane, get up.

That day I came to your house,

that first time, I...

I wanted to tell you.

You were so filled with hate.

Do you think that Bishop

is gonna come himself?

Or is he gonna send his men

to do his bidding?

He'll come.

He wants more than Ham.

I pray that he comes.

Well, this is not

how I pictured

life turning out, Jane.

How did you see it?

Mostly from up high.

I'd imagine...

we just never came down

that day.

Just chose to live in the sky.

It's hard to remember though...

how things seemed

when you know...

how they actually

turned out.

You have to go, Jane.

You gotta get your girl

and get clear of all this.

I've been running

my whole life.

Doesn't end.

They come to my house...

I'm gonna protect it.

Whatever happens,

I gotta put my face to it.

Jane?

You got 30 seconds

to get your pretty self inside

and send us Bill Hammond.

If he comes out, you live.

If he don't, then we're just

getting started here.

Are you okay?

Jane! Tick-tock!

You're gonna be

all right, okay?

Time's up, Jane!

Jane.

You leave with him.

You get out of here.

-Go.

-You don't talk like that.

We're all leaving here

together.

Come on.

Hold on tight.

You hold on.

Son of a b*tch.

Jane! We have to get him

down below.

Hurry. We'll get you safe.

You hang on, Ham.

You'll make it through.

Get him up.

Can you hold that?

Anybody ain't us

opens that door,

you gotta start shooting.

Jane, get a lantern.

Get behind the bed. Cover me.

Jane!

Jane!

It's okay.

Ready?

One, two...

You didn't think it was over,

did you, Jane?

I'm gonna burn the house down!

Jane, listen to me.

Look at me, look at me.

You and me,

we're gonna make the ridge.

All right? All right.

Just hang in there.

We are so close.

Now, listen,

we're gonna get your girl.

We're gonna light out

for California.

Does that sound good?

Doesn't that sound good?

Hands high.

Now, Hammond's dead.

You can take what you came for.

I will.

Drop the guns.

Dan Frost.

You still have a taste

for battle, I see.

Now, you say

our friend Ham has passed?

Love to hear

how the three of you

ended up

playing house here, but...

well, that's a tale

for another time.

Let's go see Jane.

That your handiwork or mine?

No.

That's on you.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Jane!

Putting a bullet

in your boyfriend!

You're gonna shoot me in the

back like the coward you are?

It appears she's left you

once again, Mr. Frost.

You so much as flinch

and I will blow your head off.

Drop 'em.

Now!

Turn around.

-Now, Jane...

-You don't even want to know

what a mother comes up with

when someone kills their child.

Shooting you

didn't even make my list.

It's too kind.

Your child's not dead, Jane.

-What?

-Mary is alive.

You're a f***in' liar.

No, Vic told Bill Hammond

that your daughter was killed.

I don't know what to tell you

other than to offer that

my brother has always had

a troubled sense of humor.

Now, I may be an outlaw,

but I don't kill

little children, Jane.

It's a trick, Jane!

Shoot him or I will!

I swear! I swear

that she's alive and well!

I'll gladly take you to her.

Where is my daughter?!

Where is she?!

Now, but, Jane,

if I tell you that,

what am I left with?

Nothing.

Where...

is...

my...

child?!

Jane!

Are you countin'?

'Cause I still got

a pair of bullets

and a question

that I ain't gonna ask again!

You know where she is, Jane.

Everyone misses you there.

Mary?

Mama?

We're gonna put him

in a wooden coffin

and stand him on the corner

over there.

I want every man,

woman and child

to see what

this son of a b*tch looks like.

All right.

Girls, you want

to give your mom the flowers?

Thank you. Thank you.

All right. Shall we?

Let's go.

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