Scalawag Page #2

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This is glistening liquid.

Do you think he's gonna die?

- Hush.

Jamie, will you please put Beau in the barn.

And get the wagon hitched up?

All right.

I think a better get Mr. Aragon.

You're always going after him.

The bigger the mouth,

the better it looks shut.

Get me a drink.

I said GET ME A DRINK.

And be quick about it.

One-legged devil.

You'll never get it. Never.

They're deep in your legs.

A ton of gold.

Ton of gold.

Ton of gold. 99 West. 25 North.

Box canyon. Under bridge.

I'll do you in, you talking chart.

I'll wring your neck.

Why you

Come on, fight.

Come back here.

Aw, scrap it. That's the only way.

I'll cut you up.

Oh. Sir?

Your drink, sir.

Don't move, sir.

I made you fresh coffee, sir. Huh?

Howdy, son.

Drinks on the house.

Pretty bird.

Mm-hmm.

Took a tumble down the stairs, did he?

Hate to tell you this, lad.

But your pa's dead.

He isn't my pa.

Hmm. Who is he?

Don't know.

Well then, fetch a blanket.

We'll cover him.

It don't look nice to have

a dead man in the parlor.

Son of a birch tree.

Shut up, Jack whiskey-head.

Where's the map?

You go when your number's up.

You go when your number's up.

I'm looking for something

with his name on it.

Hmm?

It don't seem right

to bury a man without his name.

Does it?

Which is his room? Hmm?

You lay that blanket on him.

I'll look for his war bag. Hmm?

Better hurry.

Before the flies start swarming.

Mr. Aragon. Mr. Aragon.

- Buenos dias, Jamie.

He's here.

Who's here?

- The one-legged man.

The one-legged man?

Yeah.

Jamie, you're not making any sense.

I saw him going through his pocket.

I did.

Stop.

That's what he's doing in the room

right now. Looking for a map.

A map?

Look at the gold he was spending.

The rest is buried.

He said so many a time.

There's got to be a map there.

Going to the wicked. Praise the Lord.

Whoa unto...

Stay here.

And as the wicked,

sprung up like the grass.

And all the workers of evil sprout.

It was that they might be destroyed forever.

Like sheep they are laid in the grave.

Death shall feed on them.

And the upright shall have dominion

over them in the morning.

And their beauty shall consume

in the grave from their dwelling.

Money you're after?

You're holding of the wrong man.

Miss Lucy, the room upstairs, please.

Keys in his sack.

Jamie, his rifle.

Forgot something.

Do you mind telling us who you are

and where you come from?

Mind telling me who you are?

And why you see fit

to hold the pistol on me?

Me with nothing in my hand

but the Good Book?

You were going through your pockets.

You're right.

Jamie? Is that your name?

Mighty partial to that name.

James. From the Bible.

It runs in my family.

Well?

Were you going through his pockets?

I did get my hands

in that strangers pocket,

hoping to find his name tucked away.

The room's tidy

except for a broken window.

Being a part-time saddlebag preacher,

I buried many a man.

Yes, sir. Many a man.

And I do like to get the name straight.

For a man of God,

you carry many weapons.

For my sword shall be bathed in heaven.

Isaiah 34. I go by the book.

He does know his Scripture.

All I've been spoke I've been

reading the Bible for years.

Why would this man be running

for his life from a one-legged preacher?

He say that?

He did say he was a preacher.

Which leg right or left?

Didn't say.

- There's a smart lot of difference.

A bowlegged, one-legged man,

he say that?

No. But he couldn't catch me one.

Catch me?

Did you see any barnacles on me?

A tattoo?

I'd assume that the moonshine

in my mouth means dry-land.

You still haven't told us your name.

You still haven't put that gun away.

John Pettibone Stewart.

My friends call me Peg.

I'm on my way to Texas.

In desperate need of a Bible.

What Bible?

Oh, nothing as grand-sized as this, ma'am.

And I do prefer thinner paper.

Easier to carry.

Well, I'll look for you.

Bless you, child.

Lost my pack of savages up north.

Remind me to tell you

Liar liar liar.

Why you

Aw, the poor orphan.

Jamie.

Yes.

Let's you and me

find a pickax and a shovel.

And scout out a final resting place

for the deceased here, huh?

Come on.

- I'll take care of it.

No. Don't you trouble yourself Mr. uh...

Aragon.

- Aragon. Incantato.

This crooked leg ain't never stopped me

from a lot of toil yet.

Oh uh services in about an hour.

Lord, we are herded together

on a mighty solemn occasion.

A man is dead,

leaving no one to grieve for him...

...except his faithful parrot.

And with the kind permission

of these two young people,

we bury this stranger beside the graves

of their beloved mother and father.

Not knowing the gent's name, I

I'll have to commend him

to you by guess work only.

He appears to be a man of the sea.

And I'd be surprised if he's seen

the inside of a preach house...

...since he was crying tired.

Oh I reckon the places

he's been are so sinful,

they'd make hell look like a firefly.

But I wouldn't be surprised...

...if you were to quarry his heart,

you'd find a ton of gold.

Ton of gold. 99 West. 24 North.

Can you keep that bird quiet?

I hope this stranger is privileged...

...to go gallivanting straight up to heaven.

If you can find a spare set of wings

that he may use.

Do you perform weddings?

I don't get much call for that

in these places.

Twenty-three. Forty-three.

Jamie?

That bird's taken quite a fancy to you.

Yes.

Mr. Stewart, I do hope you'll stay for dinner.

I hope you cook it too.

No, you can just go to the hen house

and choose us a nice fat chicken.

Would you?

Can't say no to a lady.

Never could.

Oh. If you wouldn't mind.

Pluck it too.

Ha ha. Certainly.

I'm a chicken plucker.

I think he knows where this came from, sir.

Look at him. I'm sure he does.

Have some rum on me.

Pass the bottle over.

Key it right. Key it right.

And a whole lot more.

Come on, you little sneak.

The gold, Barfly. Where is it hid?

Come on. Tell me.

Get the map?

- There ain't no map.

Should've got the parrot.

That parrot. He knows a thing or three.

I bet he's giving them

a golden earful right now.

What are we waiting for then?

I ain't anxious to keep

tangling with Mexican dragoons.

These folks might come in handy.

I say we wring their necks.

We'll make the move when I say the word.

Ton of gold. 99 West. 25 North.

Box canyon. Under bridge.

The map. He's the map.

Come with me.

Batten down the hatches.

You shut up.

Let's see. We' re here.

95 West. 25 north.

Baja. Mexico.

Mexico? That's what he said.

What do you think?

I think there is treasure there.

Let's go after it.

Won't you be in danger

from Indians and bandits?

We'll run sheep.

Everyone knows it's

a waste of time to rob sheep herders.

Brilliant, Mr. Aragon.

I'll take Sandy and Benjamin.

- And me.

I'll need a sextant.

- We've got one.

Oh, Jamie.

Not a word to anyone.

A matter like this could start a stampede.

Yes, sir.

I'll start getting my things ready.

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