Last Man Standing Page #5

I made my own rules.

You don't do any favors.

You don't ask for any.

Watch the percentages.

But you can know the rules

and still do the wrong thing.

The only thing

I knew for sure was this...

Strozzi, Doyle...

and every son of a b*tch

that worked for them...

they were all going to be

better off dead.

There's somebody out here

to see you.

I thought it over.

I'll take the job.

You must smell a winner.

I get a thousand in advance.

Nobody's worth that much.

He's good.

Better than that?

Put that goddamned gun away!

Put it away!

Save it for Strozzi!

Suit yourself.

Buy him.

A thousand.

A thousand more when we win.

It's settled.

Let's have a drink on it.

What about the girl?

What girl?

The one you keep.

If Strozzi

gets ahold of her again...

he'll blackmail you

right out of town.

Don't worry about it.

We got her in a safe place

and eight guys on watch.

Eight's not going to be enough.

Strozzi's

got some new triggermen...

coming in town tonight.

Where did you hear all this?

Maybe it's just a rumor.

You want me to check it out?

I want you and Hickey

here with me.

If Strozzi's

got new help coming in...

chances are he's going

to try to rush us here.

You go out to the country,

check on her.

She means a lot to me.

McCool can tell you

how to get there.

The girl upstairs?

You don't have to.

Don't come any closer!

- I'll kill her!

- Put the gun down.

I swear to God, I'll kill her.

Get dressed.

We got to get out of here.

Going to get you to Mexico.

Come on. Move.

Here. Take this money.

Take it. I got it from Doyle.

I want you to use it.

Get across the border

and don't come back.

Come on. Get going.

Go.

I always liked sinners

a lot better than saints.

She was real easy to look at...

but I hoped

I never saw her again.

They're all dead inside.

I found them last night.

Where's the girl?

I don't know.

Strozzi must have taken her.

All of them.

This is a slaughter.

You were right

about those extra triggermen.

Must have taken 15 or 20 guys

to pull this off.

This whole thing

is turning on us.

When you found them out here...

why didn't you drive

back to town and tell us...

instead of

just waiting out here?

I figured the girl ran off

when the fighting started.

I stuck around,

hoping maybe she'd come back.

She didn't.

This one hasn't been fired.

Must have got killed

before he got a shot off.

Strozzi's jealous of me

giving her a chance.

She grew up

in some filthy little village.

Told me her mother

was a Yaqui Indian.

Didn't know much

about her father...

except he was white.

She married

some lowlife wetback.

The only thing

he ever gave her...

was a kid.

Jesus Christ, she only had

one dress till she met me.

The way she looked...

The way her eyes looked...

I couldn't help

taking her out of all that.

We got to hit Strozzi soon.

Get her back.

We have to get this thing

over with.

I'm going to head back

into town...

and see what I can find out.

Maybe Strozzi doesn't know

I work for you guys yet.

We have to get this thing

over with.

Hickey was suspicious...

Doyle was nuts,

and McCool was stupid...

except maybe

I was the dumb one.

If I had any brains...

I would have kept on driving

straight south into Mexico.

Keep it gassed up

and ready to go.

I'll do her, but pretty soon,

you gonna be on your own.

Come next week,

I'm getting the hell out.

T'ain't no business here.

This town is finished.

As usual, it was hot as hell...

and the wind

picked up the dust so much...

you could taste it.

The whiskey helped, but

I didn't want to get sloppy...

so I switched to beer.

Somehow, I had the feeling

the walls were moving in on me.

It's funny

how it all works out.

For one little second...

you think you're going

to get away free and clear.

But you end up

paying the price.

No exceptions.

Everybody pays the price...

even a bum like me.

Take the guns.

What is it?

Strozzi doesn't have

Doyle's half-breed.

McCool went across the border

looking for her.

Down in El Morado...

he ran into a guy

with an interesting story.

He'd seen her heading out.

She'd sold our car to some guy

for a couple hundred bucks...

and took a bus south.

So Strozzi didn't take her.

Maybe, if you believe

the guy's story.

Why would a guy lie?

Which leaves the question

of how she got away.

Big question.

Not that we give a damn.

Indian girl, you know.

It's not like she was

the Blessed Virgin, is it?

Out there in the country...

only a real fine gunner

could nail that many

all by himself.

But you work for us.

Why would you do that?

Maybe you don't work for us.

Maybe you take the money,

do what you want.

You're one of them.

You're an independent.

Who are you running from?

Jericho's a good place to stop

on your way to Mexico...

running from the feds.

Everybody's

running from something.

Working for people like me

and Doyle work for...

has an advantage.

The payroll

covers a lot of ground.

You're scared.

The water's getting cold.

Where is she?

He's nothing without a gun.

After a while,

you stop hearing...

your bones break,

your teeth rattle.

You just concentrate

on holding tight...

to that little part

right at the center.

The rest doesn't matter.

They're going

to take the rest anyway.

Must have crawled off.

Block the streets! Wall him up!

Find him for me!

Search this whole hick town!

Look over there!

Tear up every goddamned inch

of this place!

Find him!

You guys come with me.

Get those cars!

Wall up these streets!

Find him!

Clear!

Over here! Let's go!

Come on!

Find him!

He's here!

He's got to be here!

Search this place!

Upstairs! Behind the bar!

Now! Find him!

You. Where is he?

I know he's here.

Who?

Smith! Don't hold out on me,

you shitheel!

I'll stick a knife

in your throat!

Check the closets!

I'm telling you...

don't you mess with me!

This is not a game!

Don't play around!

You don't want to talk to me?

You won't talk

to anybody anymore!

You think I'm kidding?

Where is he?

Little fella

doesn't want to talk to us.

He came here, didn't he?

Hold it! Goddamn it!

You hold it, John Law!

It's gone way past you!

This thing with Strozzi's over!

You know where he is right now?

He's holed up

with the rest of his gang...

waiting for some new shooters...

that are coming from back east

to help him out.

Where's Smith?

He's at Slim's Roadhouse.

We checked all over.

He ain't upstairs.

Come on! Load it up!

We're going to the roadhouse!

You better be right!

What took you so long?

I had to make it look good.

My helping you out...

don't make

a hell of a lot of sense...

but I'm betting on the ranger.

I know that the big money days

are just about done...

but don't kid yourself, boys.

It could still come down

real hard.

Mr. Smith,

I will help hide you...

but I prefer you be unarmed...

and on your way

the hell out of this town.

That move you made for Doyle's

little honey, in this league...

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