Quigley Down Under Page #3

to see if he would.

This thing is just falling apart.

It's just...

I'm tired.

Don't exactly talk your ear off

saying goodbye, do they?

The Johnsons were always like that.

What?

Remember the church social last year?

They ate everybody's jams and pies

and left without saying a word.

It's our own fault for

inviting 'em again this year.

Why would they do that?

That's why.

Oh, no. No!

No. Stay back!

No!

Over there!

No!

Sh*t.

Of all the damn fool things

I ever did see!

You trying to get your head blown off?

Anyone who believes in magic...

is crazy.

Don't be running off like that.

I could have used

some help up there, you know.

Well, I got my rig back.

But no saddlebags,

which means I can't make my reload.

We got one horse and two canteens.

And a rider got away. Which means

Marston'll know where we are.

Yeah. And we don't.

- I'm cold.

- You got the blanket.

Maybe we could share it tonight.

There's something

I wanna talk to you about.

If we do, there'll be something

I wanna talk to you about.

When summer comes, let's drag up

some wood for a real cabin.

- 'Cause, Roy, sod walls...

- Matthew.

Matthew Quigley.

I ain't sharing my bed till I'm certain

you know who's in it. Now say it.

If we had a wood cabin

we could get glass windows.

We'll see.

The sea's gotta be west.

That's how we're headed,

but you sure wouldn't know it.

Ow! Hell!

Do you see that?

I sure did. Biggest ant I ever did see.

- What's my name today?

- Matthew Quigley,

same as any other day.

How's about you and me taking off

all our clothes and going swimming?

What are you? Crazy?

There ain't no water.

Why, shame on you!

Well, you...

What about last night? You...

I what?

Oh, never mind.

- How's that, then, Mr. Marston?

- Pretty good, O'Flynn. You've improved.

Wear your holster a bit higher,

then grab your gun on the way up.

- But I'm faster, aren't I?

- Yeah.

- Think I'll ever be as fast as you?

- You mean if you practiced a lot?

- Yeah.

- No.

Not again.

Where are the others?

Dead. All dead.

Quigley. He was everywhere.

Four more. I don't believe this.

Did you see him?

- It was too far away.

- How far?

- Three quarters of a mile, maybe.

- That's impossible.

How long from the time the bullet struck

until you heard the report of the rifle?

Two, maybe three seconds.

Matthew Quigley is really

beginning to annoy me.

Dobkin. How many men

can we send out there?

These and two others.

Six men are still on a hunting party.

All right.

There's 50 pounds, in gold,

to the man who brings Quigley in.

So keep practicing.

- If we're lost, you can tell me.

- We're lost.

- I can take bad news. Tell me straight.

- I don't know where the hell we are.

No sense in taking time

to make it sound better than it is.

I reckon we're going in circles.

You flower things up,

I'll see right through it.

So just tell me, honestly, are we lost?

No. I know exactly where we are.

That's good. 'Cause, frankly,

I was getting a little worried.

Don't know where we're going,

but there's no use being late.

Yah!

Come on!

Get the bloody hell outta here!

Quick! Come on, hurry up!

My back's broke.

Your gut's shot, Hobb.

There ain't nothing I can do for you.

You can kill me.

Where's Marston's station from here?

- How far's the nearest town?

- Why should I tell you?

'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live.

You know, I'm new here,

so I'm kinda curious.

Do you think the dingoes

will get you first? Or the ants?

Quigley, don't leave me like this!

Quigley! Marston's station's

two days' ride southwest.

Meekathanga's only 20 miles

past the billabong.

Talk straight, Goddamn it!

Or I'll get the ants myself.

It's a town, a day's ride

past the dry riverbed.

That way.

Now finish me.

You got one shot left in that shooter.

Make the most of it.

All right. All right. Sweet thing.

You're the sweetest little thing.

Sweet, little thing.

I reckon we should keep moving

till we find some help.

I reckon we should stop for the night.

The baby's hurt, weak. He needs shelter.

The kid's probably tougher than we are.

That little fella

was eatin' like his bellybutton

had been rubbing a blister

on his backbone.

Yeah, he was eating,

but he needs some milk.

I don't recall seeing a whole

lot of milking cows around here.

There should be a town

to the southwest.

I reckon we could make it

in a hard day's ride.

We can't make it.

He should stay here with me.

You can make the ride faster without us.

Well...

Just leave me

the extra rifle and pistol.

You know how to use a shooter?

I am a native-born Texican.

There's enough water for two days,

if I ain't here drinking it.

What do you think?

What? What's the matter?

You.

You're the only man on this continent

that would ask me what I think.

- That ought to do you.

- Thanks for the lizards.

You've checked the guns three times.

There's food and water. We're fine.

Get going.

If you run into any of his own people,

you'll give 'em Little Bit, won't you?

You gotta promise me.

Sure could use something else to wear.

He'd be better off with them.

You know that, don't you?

If you see any dresses that aren't

too costly, red's my favorite color.

Red or even pink,

but red's my favorite.

I should be back in two days.

If I ain't back in three...

- You'll be back.

- You bet.

Highly unusual calibration,

Mr. Quigley.

- This will take some time to duplicate.

- No, sir, it won't.

You can substitute a 450,

number two British musket lead.

- Marston ain't gonna wait.

- Marston? He's a murderer.

He mixes flour with poison

to kill the Aborigines.

- Yes, this is a cruel, uncivilized...

- Papa. Let the man eat.

He's got a long ride

ahead of him tonight.

I was able to find

some condensed milk for the baby

and tins of beef for you and your woman.

- Ma'am, she ain't exactly my woman.

- Klaus, come over here.

Mr. Quigley,

I would like you to meet my son.

Pleased to meet you.

I know who you are.

You're the American.

The one who's been

helping the Aborigines.

Is that the rifle

I've been hearing about?

You can take a look at it,

if you'd like, son.

- It's so heavy.

- Well, you get used to it.

Son, I hid my horse

in the gully out back.

I'd be much obliged

if you'd bring it up.

Yes, sir.

Klaus, after you get Mr. Quigley's

horse, saddle up ours as well.

Yes, Papa.

He didn't get all that

from a "wanted" poster.

Everyone knows about you.

The Aborigines who come to town to trade

with us talk about the "spirit warrior."

I've been called a lot of things,

ma'am... Never that.

Yeah.

Get the others.

Young fella,

where'd you get this saddle?

Shh!

Don't cry.

Daddy'll be home soon.

Shh! Shh!

Don't cry. Hush, baby.

Hush, baby. Hush, baby.

Shh, shh.

Shh. Daddy'll be home soon. Shh.

Daddy'll be home soon.

Daddy'll be home soon.

Shh, shh.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Daddy'll be home soon.

Daddy'll be home soon.

Oh!

No, you cry. You wanna cry?

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