Rustlers' Rhapsody Page #6

Hey, hey, hey, it's bring your own.

l'm serious, now.

Bring your own!

These things always ended

with a party.

All the main characters

would show up.

Music would be playing.

Guys who were supposed to be dead

would be walking around.

Eveybody had a big old time.

l'm not gone two minutes,

and you throw a party.

Peter, listen.

l'd like you to get the colonels

and the ladies out front.

Sure. How come?

To say goodbye.

It's time l was moving on.

- It's time we were moving on.

- Peter.

Oaood Estates is your home.

You belong here.

- Baloney! l'm going with you, Rex.

- It's too dangerous.

Rex. Rex, l'll be all right.

l'll wear my bulletproof vest all the time.

Even when we go swimming.

Peter, we were lucky this time.

l can't have your death on my hands.

l couldn't deal with it,

so please don't make me. OK?

J:

Well

will you write?

Sure, of course l will.

Will you be back?

Hey, l'm on a circuit, aren't l?

Yeah.

OK, l'll meet you out front.

Yeah.

OK.

- So long, colonel.

- So long, Rex.

So long, silly dresser.

l'm gonna miss you.

While we were in

the doctor's office together,

we did more than iust talk.

l'm getting better.

Now, is that peect or what?

Screw it!

l'm going with him!

dis, buckaroos!

- l knew that would happen.

- Oh, Daddy, we all did.

Rex!

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