Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Page #5

And anyone who doesn't do right...

...according to nature and my mother...

...I will blow his head off.

Billy...

Cmo te sientes t, Billy?

Well, that ties it.

I'm going back.

Look who's here.

Hey, look who's here!

I was hoping that was you|as soon as I seen your dust.

Well, I was hoping that was you.

I ain't shut of this country yet.

I should have knowed better.

Beaver.

Goddamn glad to see you, buddy.

You boys look grim. You need somebody|back here to spur your flanks, don't you?

You just give us the word.|There's enough of us left.

Nobody's running us off.

Not Garrett...

...Chisum...

...or that goddamn governor.

Chisum killed Paco.

Garrett?

Come on in. The door's not locked.

Well, where's he at?

Fort Sumner.

Yeah, well, I don't wanna hear about that.

If you don't get him, I'm going to.

Go down to the sheriff's office|and find Kip McKinney.

Tell him to meet me downstairs.

Don't say nothing about nothing.

Thank you, Rupert.

Your jail empty?

I recollect that it is.

- Who's your deputy?|- Sack Oliver.

Well, I got the girls upstairs.

Locked up.

Take the girls over to see old Sack Oliver.

Give him the key.

Go on, give him the key.

And then bring Mr. McKinney's horse back.|All right, Poe?

Where are we going anyway?

Fort Sumner.

There ain't nothing out there|but some old cattle thieves.

Well, there's a couple|of young ones there too.

No, I ain't going.

You owe it to me.

I do? For what?

For not killing you over at Rosewater...

...for getting you this job...

...and not seeing you run out of here.

For pulling you out of that snowdrift|up at Chamas.

For coldcocking you over at|Stillwater's saloon last fall...

...and saving you from Rabbit Owen's|biting off your ear and from just...

...putting up with you for a hell of a lot|longer than I ought to.

Yeah.

Well...

...I hope they spell my name right|in the papers.

Billy.

Cut the dust.

He's coming in, Billy.

Yeah, I reckon.

Maybe he wants to have a drink with me.

Hell, I don't have nothing|against the Kid...

...saving maybe he killed J.W. Bell.

Yeah.

I sure did like J.W.

We'll meet up on the other side of the fort,|at old Pete Maxwell's place.

I know old Pete.

Hello, Pete.

Heard you were back.

Obliged.

We'd like to bed down|in your extra bunk.

No reason not to. I got no need for it.

Been on any drives?

No.

I recollect the time...

...Toddy Sparks got his horse stole.

Jace Summers stole it.

Just up and stole it.

It was up by Del Rio.

Old Toddy got even, though.

He sure did.

Put a rattler in Jace's blanket.

Bit him through the neck.

Buried him in a thunderstorm.

Summer of '71 it was.

Man, what are you,|some kind of frog-watcher?

Take it easy. Wrong room.

You're goddamn right|you got the wrong room.

- Who in the hell you looking for?|- Somebody else.

What somebody else?

It's cold.

It's cold.

Hello, Will.

Hello, sheriff.

You finally figured it out, huh?

Go on, get it over with.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Jesus.

I'm hungry.

I'll get you something.

No, I'll just see what Pete's got out|in the cooler.

That's the Kid, Tex. Right there.

Go on, shoot him. Go on, shoot him.

Go on, shoot him.

Who's that?

Who the hell are you?

Hello, Pete.

Evening, Pat.

Easy. We come to see Pete Maxwell.

You chickenshit bastard.

Hey, Pete, who's that out there?

I want his trigger finger!

I want it cut off! I want it nailed to a post!|Then I want him taken back to Lincoln!

No!

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