Last Man Standing Page #4

What the hell

are you holding back for?

I don't play this style!

His name's Smith,

at least that's what he says.

This is Hickey.

I told you about him.

Told me all about you.

I been hearing about you

all over town, actually.

I especially liked

that orphanage story.

They tell you about them kids

burning up like candles?

My favorite part.

You shot some of our guys.

I guess I did,

the ones that deserved it.

You got Finn.

He's Doyle's best shooter.

I thought you were the best.

No. Just the best looking.

Enough of this bullshit!

This game is finished.

We got to talk.

I guess you better go talk.

Don't believe everything

you hear.

El Morado was about 30 miles

across the Rio Grande.

The whole town was celebrating

some saint's day...

which meant everybody was

either drunk or working on it.

Doyle took my bait...

and sent a car due south

the next morning.

You didn't have

to be real smart...

to guess who the passenger was.

No, thanks.

Looks to me you're a cop.

You're wearing a gun, right?

That's good.

Maybe you're the kind of guy...

to shoot an unarmed man

in the back.

Make your play.

We're taking you out of here.

Just don't shoot me.

Come on.

She looks like her mother.

It's all right. He's asleep.

I parked a couple of miles

from here and walked in.

Why do you come out here?

Doyle lets me be alone here.

It's the only place

they don't watch me.

Why do you stay with him?

People don't own other people.

A year ago, my husband gambled

with Mr. Doyle.

After he lost me,

he went back across the border.

He was ashamed.

When Doyle

took me from my daughter...

I went to sleep.

All I had left was to pray.

My fear is my curse.

What's yours?

I was born without a conscience.

There's a fella here

come to see you.

John Smith,

meet Captain Tom Pickett.

He is the head ranger

here in my district.

He generally

just comes down when...

Shut up, Galt.

Sit down, Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith and I

are going to have a drink.

We got a lot

to talk about tonight.

I'm here about

a murdered policeman...

got himself killed

the other side of the river...

in some crummy little

Mexican town.

A few locals killed, too...

and a double-dealing comandante

named Ramrez.

But the man

I'm concerned about...

was an American

on the border patrol.

He had a family. Well liked

by his brother officers.

I guess he strayed a little bit

in some departments...

but he was an officer of the law

just the same.

You know anything

about his death, son?

No, I don't think so.

That's odd.

Don't hardly seem possible.

Mr. Galt here says

you're real well-informed...

on what happens around here.

You saying I did it?

I asked if you knew anything

about it, not if you did it.

The crime has been solved, son.

Mexican police picked up two

armed drifters from Florida...

just across the border,

handed them over to us.

They ain't confessed yet,

but they will.

I just can't get past the idea

that maybe...

one of these two bootleg gangs

had something to do with it.

I learned a long time ago

to trust my instincts.

Listen real careful

because here is the point.

Things in this town

are out of control.

Two gangs is just one too many.

I'm not an idealist.

I know a lot of things

that people do are awful low...

but that's between them and God.

Do you believe in God?

I believe in God.

But what I'm concerned with

is keeping a lid on things...

and what we got here in Jericho

is just way out of hand...

and Sheriff Galt here

can't do much about it, right?

Matter of fact,

it might be fair to say...

that he's part of

the problem, right?

You been going back and forth

playing both sides...

according to Mr. Galt here...

making yourself a lot of money

out of all this.

It's over, son.

I'm coming back here in 10 days.

I'm going to bring

about 20 rangers with me.

I will tolerate one gang because

that is the nature of things.

A certain amount of corruption

is inevitable...

but if I find two gangs here

when I get back...

then in a couple of hours,

there will be no gangs here.

So it's simple.

One gang quits and goes home.

You boys work it out.

I don't give a damn which one.

Just as long as one side leaves

or maybe one side loses.

That's fine, too.

Kill as many as you want...

just don't kill

no innocent people around here.

I wouldn't like that.

It's been real nice

talking to you, Captain.

Likewise, son.

Only one more thing.

When I come back,

if I was you, I'd be gone.

You tell Strozzi

we got his boy Giorgio.

Tell him, he wants him back,

to bring us a hundred thou...

out to the crossing

at the five-mile road.

Tell him to make it

three in the afternoon.

The trucks.

And we'll give youse two days

to give us our trucks back.

All the vultures

showed up for the exchange.

If I was honest...

I'd have to include myself

in the roll call.

If there was 100 grand being

handed over for Giorgio...

I wanted to take

a real good look at it.

Stick around.

You get the briefcase,

you let go of the rope.

Don't shoot! They got Giorgio!

We're even now!

You got one choice!

Give up your whole operation!

Son of a b*tch!

Until I get Giorgio back,

she stays with me!

I guess you know what

I'm going to be doing with her.

Bring him across!

Don't try

anything stupid, Doyle.

Nice and easy, huh?

You don't want to get

the girl killed, right?

Get her back now!

Are you all right?

Did they touch you?

Did they do anything?

I'm going to settle things

with you, Strozzi!

I promise, you wop bastard!

I had a visitor about three

in the afternoon the next day.

She'd had enough of Jericho...

but was too broke

to buy a bus ticket out.

I slipped her 500 bucks.

Usually

I wasn't such a sucker...

but somebody had smacked her

around pretty good.

He's been in a real bad mood.

Ever since his cousin

got traded back for that girl.

Been fighting with Giorgio,

acting like a real jerk...

yelling at anything

that gets near him.

I never seen him drunk before...

but he was really in the bag

last night.

What did you do?

I called him a name.

So he slapped me,

slugged me a couple of times.

He threw my clothes

out on the street...

so I figured I'd get even.

I told him about me and you.

I guess things could be worse.

You get back to wherever it is

you're going...

maybe you should find yourself

a better class of guy.

No guy is going to ever want

to mess with me again.

Your face will heal up.

Your looks are all right.

How is this going to heal up?

Like he said, I got a big mouth.

He had three guys

hold me down.

Told Giorgio to slice it off.

They were real drunk.

But everything

you ever did to me...

you did on purpose, right?

Did you finish

all your business inside...

with the little princess?

Just make sure

she gets on that bus.

You know something, amigo?

I think I just spotted

the chink in your armor.

When you go down...

it's going to be over a skirt.

For most of my life,

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