Outlaws and Angels Page #3

this far.

If they had the sand to do it

they'd be tracking dead horses

We got time.

You don't know that.

I don't care a continental

what you think I know

or don't know.

What'd y'all do

to get in a fix like this?

What'd I tell you, girl?

It's their own,

private business, Flo.

I know what you're thinking,

mister.

But we ain't like that.

Like what?

We ain't killers.

We bank thieves.

We only beefed them

'cause they was trying

to beef us.

I knew we should've held off

when we saw who was in there.

Rather be in a bone orchard?

Might as well be.

More money on our noggins

than Jesse James.

Hobble that lip, Joe.

We didn't hear nothin', sir.

I'm sure you's good boys...

who had to do

what you had to do.

How much? How much money

on your heads?

Keep it shut now!

Only way we're gonna kill you

is if you don't go along.

Liar.

You'll kill us either way.

That one there's

got a lip on her.

A mighty fine lip.

You sure got sand, lady.

Most cases...

you'd be right.

But... we ain't up

for doin' that no more.

You ain't into doin' that

no more.

Unless need be, of course.

How you know

we won't squeal?

Because he knows we won't.

Right, sir?

We're gonna make you flush,

honey.

Rich people...

they don't like to squeal.

That's mighty generous of you,

mighty generous.

We've never been flush before,

Daddy, have we?

No, honey. No, we haven't.

Make us lighter for the ride,

won't it, Charlie?

Sure will, big bug.

How far to the border?

Less than a day's ride.

Maybe a little longer,

draggin' plow.

Might be nice

to get roostered.

Please, Henry?

A few nips couldn't hurt.

You got any red eye?

There's some for medicinal

matters in the sleep room.

What is it you called, ma'am?

Her name's Ada,

but that don't seem important.

Just be a good boy.

I know you's a good boy

who believes in Jesus.

I'll show you a good boy.

Come here, sit in my lap.

I will do no such thing.

You best not be making a mash

on no married woman loves Jesus.

I'm just having a little...

You ain't having nothing

unless I say so.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

You should go for that one.

I'd rather die than to let you

put your filthy...

Shut it, gyp face.

I'd rather die

than to put my filthy hands

on your pasty skin.

Throw up the sponge, kid.

She laid into me first!

You ain't seen what I saw.

She been givin' me the eye

since we walked in.

Just tell me which one

I'm sticking it in.

Then I'll get right to it

soon as I'm done washing up.

You behave yourself

and be a good ol' boy, Joseph.

Need you to keep outside

watch tonight.

Mister, is the girl married?

No, I'm not.

But I don't have any interest

in boys or leavin' home.

She can't get

in the family way.

Fever got her when she's young.

Makes it hard.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But when I asked, I meant her.

Her?

Yeah, her

She hitched?

No, sir.

She's only 15.

Seems like she got some time.

Most boys in the town

with consumption.

What's your name, little bug?

We call her Florence.

Well, I'll be.

That's a sweet little name

for such a sweet little bug.

Please leave our girls

to themselves, sir.

We keep 'em pure

and in the path of Christ.

She a pretty lady.

I don't like

where this is going.

She ain't no lady.

She's just a girl.

Ain't any lady

is the proper way, Mama.

This ain't time for joking,

Flo. This man intends...

I intend to what, ma'am?

Don't like

what you're getting at.

Don't mind my wife, sir.

She knows you don't intend

nothing sinister.

Why don't you hop up

on my lap now?

Now you wait a second there,

sir!

You leave my daughter be,

or you gonna have to fight me

like Kilkenny cats,

guns or no guns!

That's rich.

Georgie! Christ in Heaven!

Papa!

Papa! Papa!

Ain't gonna be no fight,

mister.

You ain't a good man.

Never said I was.

You're a curly wolf.

Maybe.

You killed him!

He ain't dead.

He's just boogered up.

Now pony up, little bug.

I ain't gonna hurt you.

Come on, missy.

No! No, don't you touch her!

Hey!

No need for that, Charlie.

She was comin'

on her own legs.

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't.

Still don't like

him pushing me places.

That's fair enough, bug.

Florence... Florence! No!

You best stay where you is.

Be a good boy

and make him stop,

on account of Jesus!

Joe!

I don't know nothin'

about Jesus.

No need for that sh*t.

Sorry, Henry.

Alright now.

Gone on, little bug...

take yourself a nice nip.

He needs a doctor

Broke nose

don't need no doctor.

Keep that flannel mouth shut,

girl.

Everything's fine.

I... I don't need no doctor.

I'm just fine.

You see? Told you so.

He only hit me on account

of my threatening.

It's my own damn fault.

Now, that's the spirit,

mister.

My apologies, ma'am.

No excuse for what he done.

I'm... alright.

You just as fine

as cream gravy.

You like sitting up here?

Like it better

if you didn't stink so darn bad.

Young lady's got a point.

I'll bet we smell worse

than pigs in sh*t.

I told you I need a wash.

My parts itches.

Where's the bathing happen

around here?

You boys get watered up.

We'll trade posts

when you're done cleanin'.

You wanna...

get yourself washed up,

you best do it now.

Your family should pony up,

as well.

They'd like to water up now,

that's their concern.

What in Jesus's name

does she think she doing?

That's a smart girl.

It's a mighty fine,

what she's layin' out.

Don't you reckon?

Reckon what?

She's trying

to save our lives.

If you told

I'd gotten a chill...

six marks on a clock ago,

I'd have laughed you down.

Wind's coming at night,

beast-like,

this time of the year.

Fire feels nice.

What's your trade, mister?

Mr Tildon preaches

the Good Lord's word.

In that little church house?

Yes, sir. When it's full.

We gonna run into any funny

business in the morning?

People walking about?

No, sir.

Town's a few miles in.

We ain't had... nobody

at morning service

or any other,

for months now.

Like I says

town's got the consumption

everyone's shut in.

I'm gonna get some shuteye

get myself a nice rubdown.

I'm sore deep.

You know how, little bug?

Sir, may I say my piece?

Much obliged.

I wanted to plead with you

one last time, man to man

please leave my little Flo's

purity for her husband,

whomever that may be.

Please just be a good boy.

I ain't no boy.

Let me handle this.

Your daughters give you

rubdowns, I take it.

Why, yes, sir.

That's the frontier way.

Daddy likes it

when I do it best,

'cause my hands are strong.

Yes, yes, honey.

Just... quiet down.

All I want's a rubdown,

same as you.

Nothing sinister.

Nothing...

sexual.

This is a house of God.

We don't talk about such things.

What kind of things?

Sexual things?

Joe, you keep outside watch

tonight.

Take the other girl with you.

Daddy? Daddy!

Stop him, Daddy!

He'll behave himself.

Charlotte, Charlotte,

you just go along.

Everything'll be fine.

I'll try.

Honey. H-honey, look at me.

I love you.

I love you, Daddy.

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