Middle of Nowhere Page #4

I sincerely beg your pardon.

I very much doubt

you being a murderer,

but I'm afraid you've been

misled by a pair of pretty eyes.

Among other things.

You see, I'm the man

she's talking about.

Careful.

Now, get down there.

All of you.

There are other braves

about, you know.

They'll be back.

You two

get down here.

Down here.

Tyree. Is this what we

came out here for?

If we're lucky there'll be

enough to get us back east.

That ain't all the gold

there is.

You said there was more

than a man could carry.

There is!

He's got it stashed someplace.

Now, where do you

keep the gold?

We don't keep it.

We spend it.

You saw me kill once,

and I'll kill again.

I don't mind killing.

Matter of fact,

you might say I like it.

Now, gold never did

a dead man any good.

So why don't you tell us

where you've hidden it?

And you might live

to mine more.

Well, uh,

I'm a reasonable man

and there's a good deal of sense

in what you say.

But we have no thieves

in the hill.

We manage to keep them out.

Usually.

So all we have to do

with the gold

is throw it onto the sluices.

Maybe he's lying.

Yeah. You go down

and get the gold.

As you wish.

I suppose you want

all the gold there is.

That's right. All of it.

Say, MacKay.

Yes?

Uh, you'll be needing a hand,

won't you?

Aye. The gold's awful heavy.

Come along.

He's much better-looking when

he's unconscious, isn't he?

Thank you,

young man.

You'd better take him

in to that sheriff in Endicott.

I think you better

take her too.

I don't think they'll hang her

like they will him.

But it'll be some time

before she gets out

to look for her father

that never was.

And the gold

that was never hers.

We'll take her in.

And when you return,

my Indians will show you

the finest pass

through the mountains.

And the finest

grazing lands.

Don't worry, heh, it won't be

anywhere near this place.

Isn't this the doggonest thing

you ever seen, Joe?

No trail drive should

ought to be without one.

This kind of thing

go on all the time?

No, but it ought to.

I suspected your men

would enjoy a cancan

more than a ballet,

Mr. Favor.

Huh? Oh, they... They appreciate

it, all right, all right.

Say, uh, one thing bothers me,

Mr. MacKay.

What might that be?

Well, these stories about men

going into the Dead Mountains

and disappearing forever,

there must be some truth

to them.

Yes, it's possible

some of them got lost.

Others may have died

of thirst or starvation.

While others...

My Indians are very loyal,

Mr. Favor.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin'

Rollin'

Keep rollin', rollin'

Rollin'

Though the streams

Are swollen

Keep them dogies rollin'

Rawhide!

Through rain and wind

And weather

Hell-bent for leather

Wishin' my gal

Was by my side

All the things I'm missin'

Good vittles

Love and kissin'

Are waiting at the end

Of my ride

Move 'em on, head 'em up

Head 'em up, move 'em on

Move 'em on, head 'em up

Rawhide

Let 'em out, ride 'em in

Ride 'em in, let 'em out

Cut 'em out

Ride 'em in

Rawhide!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rawhide!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

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