Posse Page #3

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Better to wait forever than to fight.

When you start killing for a dream,

you usually end up killing the dream too.

That's what hell is,

watching your dreams die.

Your education will set you free.

(Little J laughs)

Triplet queens and the one-eyed jack,

boys. Blind as justice.

Ain't no justice at this table.

Sure there is, Jimmy Love,

just to you justice ain't been served.

Well, well, well. Looks like

Father Time ran out of time.

Lady Luck sure ain't with me.

Guess it's your deal.

With pleasure.

Go on, now, Time!

Go, go, go! Look out below!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Your ass is mine! I'm coming through!

Obobo, I hate to say it,

but your friend Jessie is very strange.

He's weird. He don't talk much.

I never trust a man who don't talk much.

- Am I right, Angel? Am I right?

- Sh*t!

Let me tell you something about that boy.

I seen him shoot a man, put his gun away,

shoot another man three times,

walk out the door before he hits the floor!

That doesn't make a difference.

The man is weird.

We came all this way together

and then he just takes off.

He's got something twistin' in his mind.

I don't know what.

He'd ride to hell and back

and gun down the devil if it'd fix it.

Fix it? You wanna fix something?

Fix that bad eye of yours.

(shouts)

- Hey!

- He's talking about my eye!

- So what?

- He's talking about my eye!

You tough

when it comes to shooting a man.

But when it comes to shooting a woman

between the legs, it's another story!

This here's Father Time.

If anyone asks, you ain't seen us.

Give me some more of that gold

and I'll tell them I ain't seen you before.

Angel, who's that?

Candyman! You're looking

sharp as a mail catalogue on foot!

- Shining and gleaming and everything!

- Your breath stinks.

If your wife took more time to douche,

I might not have that problem.

Little J, Jessie left this for you.

Thank you, Obobo.

- Father Time?

- What's up?

You're pretty damn good with them cards.

Getting caught back there was stupid.

- Hazard of the occupation.

- Hazard?

A hazard you're lucky to live through.

Let me tell you a story.

I had a partner once named Silas.

Black man, like you. Could he cook!

- You cook?

- (grunts)

Me and Silas used to run a card game

back in Abilene

till one time old Silas got caught cheating.

Let me tell you,

they peeled his black ass like a grape.

Me, I figured the army

was a good way to let things cool off.

Spare my black ass the nostalgia, soldier.

That why you helped me?

You getting misty-eyed?

Oh, no, no, no.

As far as partners go,

I ain't so sure you'd make a good one.

I figure any man with your skill, getting

caught back there like that by fools,

he might need

some more schooling himself.

No, I got in it back there just for the fun.

See, I ain't much on people, Time.

Money's great. Booze is all right.

But for me, most of all, it's the thrill.

You know that thrill of knowing

you could win it all or lose it all

in the blink of an eye?

You sure is the kind

that would fart in the bathtub

and turn round and bite the bubble.

Maybe after you teach me a thing or two

we can try it again in, say, Texas.

See there? You're learning already.

I'd like to propose a toast.

(talking in next room)

To Texas.

(Angel) We're having so much fun!

Candyman, check it out. Little J.

I had this one little girl...

- Who in the f*** is you?

- I got no problem with you.

If you ain't got no troubles,

why don't you and that tired-ass Sioux

- get your troublesome ass out of here?

- Don't make me change my mind.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

Piece of sh*t!

Take all of us to hell, then.

Weezie, you disappoint me.

Brigade!

- Weezie!

- Fire!

I can't dodge the bullets!

We've got to jump, Weezie.

You jump first. You're the longest.

Come on, Weezie! Jump!

Colonel Graham, sir? These men

took me hostage. It was awful, sir.

- Come on, Weezie!

- Sh*t!

(yells)

- Come on, Weezie! Come on!

- Where are you?

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go!

- We gotta catch up the others. Hold on!

- (Weezie) I'm holding!

Obobo! Weezie!

- Reckon they give up?

- They ain't ever gonna give up.

- Look here, Little J.

- Damn!

- What are we gonna do, Little J?

- Hell if I know.

We'd best warn Jessie. Let's go.

(Weezie) I got to get me a fresh horse.

(Weezie) This makes no sense to me.

How long have we been going now?

None of this stuff was in

any of the books or magazines I read.

I'm riding like two grizzly bears

trying to f*** a racoon. My ass hurts.

Shut up before I really make it hurt.

Sh*t, ain't no percentage in this.

(gunshot)

(Obobo) Jessie?

It's gotta be. Jessie? That you?

- We got trouble.

- Jessie.

They killed Angel.

(Little J whoops)

Ain't this pretty, boys?

I tell you, I still cannot believe that shot

that Jessie knocked the colonel's

Motisa brain out of his eye socket with.

Can't wait to see his next portrait.

Right, Obobo?

- You said it.

- (Weezie) It's like I always said.

Nothing bonds men closer together

than having a common enemy.

With Colonel Graham and his brigade

on our asses and after that gold,

we are bonded together for life,

if you get my meaning.

How long is this life for?

These Spanish gold coins

are mighty pretty. Mighty rare too.

But if you spend them,

you'll leave a trail for that colonel.

- You trying to say I'm poor and I'm dead?

- Sh*t, yeah.

After I've finished my business out west,

I'm gonna go up to Canada and the

Dakota territories and let things cool off.

Y'all wanna ride with me, that's OK.

Don't ask no questions that need

answering. And don't get in my way.

- (Obobo) I'm with you, Jessie.

- (Weezie) I'm definitely with you.

(Little J) I've come this far, what the hell.

What about you, Mr Well-Dressed?

Why you wanna ride with outlaws?

I got a good feeling about you boys

and I always plays my hunches.

Everything's got its price.

Hell, a man's gotta give the devil his due.

I'm telling you, that stack of yours

works better with a partner.

Spreads the take around,

makes it less noticeable. It's perfect.

- How come you're with these boys?

- That's a long story.

You got time to tell me

why you take his orders?

Or why you wanna throw in with me?

Seems to me the only problem

the white man has with the coloured man

is that he's afraid.

You know how people are always afraid

of what they don't know

or what they don't understand?

Me, I ain't afraid of much.

Except boredom.

Believe you me, riding with Jessie Lee,

you ain't never gonna be bored.

Most people would notice

if we were partners.

No. It's the friend and the stranger scam.

I'm telling you, it is perfect.

(rustling)

Man can't find rest in his sleep.

Damn!

(animal growls)

Mama, who are those men?

They got guns.

Oh, my!

Hell we doing here?

I think I've found a way

to make this gold a little less hot.

Lookie here.

Melt 'em down into 20-ounce bars.

No questions asked.

Do a good job and I'll give you one.

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