Quigley Down Under Page #4

You cry if you want to.

Go on, darling, cry!

Hell, let's both make some noise!

Shall We Gather

at the River

Yes, we will gather at the river

The beautiful, beautiful river

Yes, we will gather at the river dd

Git!

Did you see that? I got the one

wearing my green apron!

Run, you damn cowards.

Get your yellow butts outta here!

Six...

You'll be hot after this.

One, two...

By the time you return

with the woman and the baby,

I will have your cartridges ready.

Until then.

Much obliged, but...

never had much use for one.

I know I can't repay you

for what you've done, but...

- No, please.

- No, you take it.

- It's Marston's.

- In that case...

Are you certain you won't

stay the night? You need the rest.

No, ma'am.

Klaus should be here

with the horses by now.

I'd best be getting back.

- Get back inside.

- What?

Now!

- Get here!

- No!

Around the front. Oliver, with me.

Check the lane.

- What the hell's going on?

- He's out the front.

Get out!

We got him. Watch the windows.

Upstairs.

Get 'round the back.

You, with clean water. Quick!

Hmm.

Oh, sh*t!

He's done for.

The bloody place is falling apart.

Quigley! Hey, get 'round here!

Nobody could live through that.

- Did you see where he went?

- It's pitch black there.

- He couldn't have made it.

- Why not?

- Go down and have a look.

- No, no. You go. I'll stay here.

Excuse me.

I give up! Quigley!

Hey, don't shoot.

There. See? Look. Nothing.

You might wanna try your luck

with that belly gun.

Then again, you might not.

That's what I figured.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama!

Klaus, my...

Why?

Now, you take a good look.

Even if you kill me,

Marston'll catch ya. He's coming for ya.

I ain't gonna kill ya.

'Cause you're gonna go tell Marston

I'm coming after him.

Now git.

Get here. Get here quick!

- Don't bother to knock, will you?

- Quigley's coming.

He's killed two for sure,

Paddy and Oliver.

Quigley said to tell you he's coming for

you. He'll get us all. I know he will.

Oh, shut up.

One man, and he's beaten all of you.

Brophy, you and Mitchell

ride with me as far as the gap.

Dobkin, get every available man.

I'll find Ashley-Pitt.

- Yes, sir.

- And get him out of here.

He's bleeding all over the rug.

Lady?

You OK?

No, no. It's all right.

What happened?

The Comanches came.

But Little Bitty's just fine.

I killed the Comanches, and he's just...

He's just fine, honey.

You're quite a woman, Cora.

You get any sage hens?

I got the next best thing.

They didn't have a red one.

Oh.

- No matter. Is it pretty?

- Looks good on me.

- I missed you.

- You did?

Who'd you miss?

- You.

- Me? Not that other fella?

You.

I don't want you to go.

You sure look pretty

in that new blue dress.

If you go after

Marston, he'll kill you.

Kid, next time she talks like that,

pee all over the dress.

You have every right

to your happiness, Cora.

I don't suppose I can convince you.

No, sir.

I will see to it that

she gets out of here safely.

Thank you.

You know something, lady?

I ain't figured you out yet.

Good. Crazy people are blessed

that way, don't you know?

I'll never see you again, will I?

Mmm.

You sure look pretty

in the morning sun.

Bye.

Everything ready?

There are two men at the front

and one at the back.

Scotty's riding up

to patrol to the ridge.

Mr. Marston, the men were wondering

if the man who kills Quigley

will get the 200 pounds in gold.

The reward you posted.

Who asked you about it?

Cavanagh.

Have Cavanagh guard the front porch.

Tell him to wear my coat and hat.

Marston. He's around the back.

What the hell is he doing?

Emptying his revolver. He wants it

freshly loaded for the night.

Do you think he's losing his cabbage?

Maybe Scotty's got Quigley.

"Anyone can leave safely before dawn

except Marston.

- Most cordially, Matthew Quigley."

- He must think I'm stupid.

This means he's gonna try and spring

something on us during the night.

All right. Nobody sleeps.

Give me that.

Stay awake.

Marston!

Mr. Marston!

- They're gone.

- What?

- Three men ran off. Giniven, Kelly...

- Why the hell didn't you stop them?

Where is he?

He's gotta be way up there,

in the cutting.

So much for Cavanagh's reward.

That bastard's been sitting waiting

for two idiots to line up in his sights.

All right.

We'll do the last

thing Quigley expects.

Come on.

He's cleared out.

Let's get back to the station.

Get up there.

Ya!

Ya!

I'm hurt, Quigley.

I'll do you no harm.

You throw that hogleg away. Easy.

On your feet.

Jesus!

Brophy, get 'round to the side there.

Make it harder for him. I'll cover you.

This rock's covering me fine.

Move, you gutless bloody wonder.

Close in on him.

Brophy!

I can bounce the next one

clean through ya. How brave are ya?

I'm coming out.

That ain't real brave, but it is smart.

I got him! I got Quigley!

Got a gift for you, Mr. Marston.

Quigley, alive.

- Well, half alive.

- Good work, you two.

Well, well, well.

Mr. Quigley...

good of you to drop in again.

What? Nothing clever to say?

The great Quigley.

This is what you were all afraid of.

Bring him over here and stand him up.

Stand up.

Cut him loose.

Now put his rifle...

on the ground in front of him.

No.

Throw it away.

O'Flynn, go and get my second revolver.

I know how much you'd like to have

your rifle with you, at this moment,

but I think you'll find that

I've got a much better idea.

Stick it in his belt. Go on!

I seem to remember you're not too

familiar with Colonel Colt's revolver,

so this will be your first lesson.

Don't worry. Mr. Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn

will ensure that it's a fair contest.

I'll just back up a few paces.

And to your left a bit. That's it.

Now you're right in front

of my old pistol target.

Some men are born in the wrong century.

I think I was born

on the wrong continent.

Oh, by the way, you're fired.

This ain't Dodge City.

And you ain't Bill Hickok.

I said I never had much use for one.

Never said I didn't know how to use it.

Somewhat the worse for wear...

This appears to be Quigley.

I think you have a lot to explain, sir.

Not that it will do you

any good. Sergeant.

In pursuance of a warrant,

duly attested by a justice of the peace,

you are hereby charged with numerous

and serious crimes, including murder...

In short, this paperwork says...

...that we can hang you.

I ain't gonna swing on no gallows.

Well.

You can always be shot...

on the way to your trial.

While trying to escape, of course.

Or you can die right here,

bearing arms against the army

of Her Majesty the Queen.

The decision...

All right, come on!

- When's the next boat leaving?

- For Europe or the Americas?

America.

Let's see here.

I've got one leaving

this afternoon for San Francisco.

Mm-hmm.

Your name, sir?

Name?

Roy.

Roy Cobb.

How many?

Two.

I got something I wanna say to you.

I got a couple of things

I wanna say to you, too.

Remember, once, you told me before you'd

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