Rio Lobo Page #3

What did you get

when you signed out?

Two dollars.

- Where are you heading?

- I'll just look around.

I'm going back to Texas.

The man who brought me up

has a ranch in Rio Lobo.

Two dollars won't get you very far.

Since you've been locked up, our pay's

been coming through regularly.

That'll get you to Texas.

You can owe me.

I never thought

I'd want to kiss a Yank.

If we run into one of those fellas

you're after, where can we reach you?

Blackthorne, Texas.

That's near your Rio Lobo country.

The Sheriff there

can get in touch with me.

I see the Sheriff of Blackthorne County

has earned some bounty money.

One of these little hides

can buy a lot of drinks.

- Good to see you.

- Thanks.

I was wonderin' when you'd show up.

I got your message

that Pierre Cordona wanted to see me.

Yeah. He got in last night.

He's at the hotel.

Come on in. I'll give you a drink.

What's it all about, Cord?

Can you tell me why you're here?

Didn't Cordona grab

a coupla army payrolls from the Yanks?

That's right.

I heard that you captured him

and put him in a prison camp.

You heard right.

Cord, you're not fixing on causing

any trouble? I wouldn't like that.

Don't worry, Pat.

Besides, you're too good

for that young fella.

There's no hard feelings between us.

The war's over.

Oh, that's good.

Then why do you want to see him?

The only reason Cordona

could get away with those payrolls,

was because some people on

our side were selling him information.

I'm after them.

Are you working for the army,

or is this personal?

Both.

Sheriff, I'd say

you were going to have company.

- Which of you is the Sheriff?

- I'm Pat Cronin. If there's anything...

I want to report a murder. And I want

the man who did it arrested.

- Where'd this happen?

- In Rio Lobo.

I'm sorry,

that's out of my jurisdiction.

- You're not going to do anything?

- Excuse me. You said Rio Lobo...

Are you connected

with the Sheriff's office?

- No, I...

- Will you please stay out of this?

Sheriff, does that mean

you're not going to do anything?

It means I can't do anything.

I have no authority there.

A man was killed...

Unless a US Marshal

or the Sheriff of Rio Lobo asks me...

You know the Sheriff of Rio Lobo

and you know he won't ask you.

I know.

The man who committed the murder

was one of his deputies.

I'm sorry, miss.

Well, so am I. I just thought...

So am I!

- Who is the Sheriff of Rio Lobo?

- Tom Hendricks.

- Blue Tom?

- That's right. Ever run into him?

I chased him enough,

but I never got lucky.

- How about that drink?

- I'm out.

As usual. I'll buy you one.

Town's growing up, Pat.

- Morning, Hank.

- Morning. Can I help you?

I'd like you to meet my friend

Cord McNally.

- Glad to meet you.

- Thank you.

- I'm looking for a Pierre Cordona.

- Room 19.

- Key's gone.

- He's up there all right.

Just a minute.

He left a message about something.

He'll shoot anybody who wakes him up

unless the building is on fire.

He gave me two dollars

to see that nobody started a fire.

Two dollars will buy

a lot of sleep around here.

- I guess we can wait.

- How about that drink?

And remember, you're buying.

- Hello, Jane.

- Hello, Sheriff.

Sit down. Give us a bottle, Jim.

Little Miss Busybody.

She'll either be in the jail or the hotel.

Chuck, take a look in the jail.

- Nobody in the jail, Whitey.

- All right.

George, you go around the back.

Come in that way.

You two come with me.

Pat.

Well, young lady.

You gave us quite a chase.

Sheriff, this is the man that I wanted

you to arrest. He's the murderer.

That may give the Sheriff

the wrong idea about me.

It was self-defence.

He tried to knife me.

That's a lie!

Hold on, I can handle this.

What exactly is your business here?

Name's Carter. Whitey Carter.

I'm a deputy from Rio Lobo.

As to my business,

I came lookin' for her. She's wanted.

What for?

She and the old man she lived with

ran one of them medicine shows.

You know, snake oil, crooked

shell games, pick a few pockets...

That's another lie. I didn't do anything.

Sheriff in Rio Lobo just wants to talk

to her, so I'll take her along with us.

Just a minute. I'm the Sheriff

of Blackthorne. I want to see a warrant.

- A warrant?

- For the young lady's arrest.

I never thought about that.

Without a warrant,

you're not taking anybody.

I got a warrant right here, Sheriff.

Satisfied, Sheriff?

Now, drop your gun and go sit down.

All right, everyone stand still.

No one gets hurt.

Come on.

Look out!

- Did they hit you, Pat?

- No, I did it myself when I hit the floor.

You're getting too old.

Hello, Captain.

I'm glad you joined us when you did.

I heard the racket and knew it was you.

How did it start?

This young lady here

shot that white-haired man.

- She really didn't want to go with him!

- Can you blame her?

This was one

of the fellas you were hunting.

- Well, I never! Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

Is he dead?

- Unfortunately, yes.

- Did I kill him?

Not entirely, but you sure helped.

Well, I couldn't let him take me.

I'd rather be dead.

- You damned near got us all killed.

- I'm sorry...

Are you gonna faint?

- What'll I do with her?

- Bring her up to my room.

- Where is it?

- Up on the left. The door is open.

There's somebody in there.

Oh, I forgot.

Come on, Mable. Get out.

Come on. Move on.

- Why can't I sleep?

- I'll explain later. Come on.

Is that what I'm leaving for?

I thought you were a gentleman.

- You've been busy.

- Just keeping out of trouble.

Hank, go get the undertaker.

Never mind. Here he comes.

I heard some shooting, Sheriff.

Do you need me?

I got a lot of work for you. One there.

Two over here and one in the corner.

I'll get right at it.

What did you find out?

I talked to the stage driver

that brought the girl from Rio Lobo.

He said he picked her up

a couple of miles out of town.

She was tellin' the truth all right.

He was after her and he shot

the old man with the medicine wagon.

What did Tuscarora say in that letter?

Only that he saw one of the men

you were after. A man with white hair.

- That'll be Whitey from downstairs.

- Whitey worked for a rich Yankee.

Tuscarora hasn't seen this Yankee.

But you didn't come all the way

to Blackthorne to tell me that.

Tuscarora's in trouble. They're trying

to take his old man's land.

- And you thought I'd join in?

- Two guns are better than one.

Maybe we're after the same thing.

Maybe I can help you.

Well, I reckon I'm in. I'll go as far

as Rio Lobo and we'll find out.

- What did you just say?

- Well, how do you feel?

I don't know. Aren't you the man

that came downstairs...

...and helped us

when we needed it.

Pierre Cordona, Miss...

What is your name?

It's Shasta - Shasta Delaney.

You don't have

any pants on, Mr Cordona.

- I didn't have time after the shooting.

- You have time now.

- Why don't you put them on?

- Cos you're lying on them.

- You don't have many clothes on too.

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