Posse from Hell Page #5

I may as well

start with you.

Well, what else is a girl to do

when she's been...

used and dirtied

by four filthy beasts?

I don't know.

But do you think the whole world

is gonna stop and stand still...

because of what happened

to you?

You're gonna have

to learn to live with it.

You might as well

start right now.

Not everyone thinks

the same way.

Far as I'm concerned,

you've...

never even really

been touched.

Now hurry up.

Take this,

and don't you move.

When the firing

gets further away,

take that buckboard

and get into town.

Where's the one

you shot at?

I think I hit him.

He went down.

Can you get your leg

out of there?

I'd yell

if I had the strength.

Put your foot on that saddle

and push.

I think I'll take a nap.

I think you'd better keep your eyes open.

- Why?

There's a little less chance of you gettin' shot that way.

- That sounds logical.

Now can I take that nap?

Yeah.

Just as soon

as we get you loaded.

Come on.

Give me that leg.

Only another

two, three miles.

We'll make it.

Doc'll fix you up

tomorrow,

and then we'll have

a nice, long drink.

Maybe several of them.

One other thing

I was gonna tell you.

After you've ridden

another 10, 15,000 miles,

you might make

a fair-to-middlin' horseman.

Here,

I-let me help you.

Touch this man,

I'll kill you.

Banner.

All right, Kern,

we made it.

Here. Let me take

a look at that side.

Not me. Him.

Looks like his leg's

badly broken.

I'll patch him up

the best I can.

But you'd better get a couple of men

to fix up a wagon...

so we can take him

to the hospital in Sedalia.

Banner.

Banner.

Huh?

I'll be back to... to have

that special drink you promised.

And then I'll ride

a few more thousand miles with you.

Yeah, sure.

What are you doing here?

Watching you.

Huh?

What time is it?

9:
00

Sure thought I'd sleep

longer than that.

You slept

nearly 28 hours.

You started waking up

about an hour ago.

Oh.

You do all this?

Part.

Dr. Wells, Mr. Benson,

some others helped.

Eat.

Mmm.

That doc go crazy?

No!

While you were sleeping he took eight pieces

of buckshot out of your side.

And your ankle was swollen

about double.

And your knees, both of them,

all cut and bleeding.

Do you think I'll live?

If you eat.

How is it with you?

Town been as bad on you

as you thought it would be?

Worse.

Even the women.

But I'll live with it.

You were right

to come back here.

There were

some good men here.

Besides,

there's no place to hide.

Morning, Miss Caldwell.

Quite a mess you left

around the countryside.

Took a lot

of cleaning up.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, I didn't mean it in a hard way, son.

You did a good job.

Webb would have been real proud of you.

Town council

wants to talk to you,

if you've a mind to.

Then you won't

need me.

Jim.

Good morning.

Mr. Cole,

before anything else,

speaking for

the people of Paradise,

this council

wants to thank you,

really thank you sincerely

for what you've done.

Uh, gentlemen,

let's get to the point.

The point is, we'd like

to make you marshal in Webb's place.

That is contingent, however,

on a couple of questions, Mr. Cole.

First of all,

the question of the $11,000?

Stolen money that as yet

hasn't shown up?

A lot of men were killed

on that posse.

Enough to make me think

that maybe you're fairly hard on men.

No reflections

on your character exactly, but...

well, we've heard rumors.

What rumors?

That Mr. Cole here

is nothing but a gunfighter.

I don't say he is,

you understand, but if he is...

I don't think

we want him.

Wait a minute, Banner.

By going out

and doing what he did,

he made a coward out of every man

who stayed behind.

None of you

can forgive him for that.

Yes, and you scared ones

who hate him the most right now...

will be the ones who'll want him to stay on

as a lawman the most.

You'll want a man like him standing between

you and the next bad man who comes along.

I know how you feel, Banner,

and I don't blame you,

but if you've known one

or two men in your life...

who were willing to go out and chance

dying with you,

then you've known

more than most.

But there's some who don't

reach that high point of being a man...

who are still worthwhile.

Think on it.

Maybe you'll come up with some reasons

of your own that'll make you choose to stay.

For once

do something right.

Not out of hatin'-

but out of likin'.

I mean this town...

and the people.

They're good people, Banner,

and they've been hurt.

And they've got a right

to help you.

I-I didn't mean

to leave you...

in such a fix.

How'd it go?

No fudgin'.

Jackie!

You can see again!

Yeah. Doc says

I'll get the sight in the other one too.

Aw, that's fine!

Ain't you the fella that caught me

falling out of the wagon?

- Mm-hmm.

- Boy!

That makes you

the new deputy.

What you did

was sure a wonder.

I had a lot of help.

I'm glad about your eyes.

Say, can maybe me and my friends

come over and see you sometime?

Over at your office?

We'll see.

You're right.

There were

some good people in Paradise.

There still are.

Who?

Kern.

Benson.

The doc.

Those kids over there.

And you.

Maybe that's what Webb

wanted me to find out...

that there's always someone

or something worthwhile...

if we just look

hard enough.

Come on, boy.

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