Shoot-Out at Medicine Bend Page #2

a deputy sheriff.

Now go out and find your own bandits.

Ain't gonna do us any good

to talk to that sheriff.

Looks that way.

Well, Sergeant?

Well, Private?

I've had enough.

Thanks for the game, boys.

Well, thanks for the donation,

Mr. Clark!

- What time are we having dinner, Ep?

- I'll let you know.

Hey, Joe. Take care of those.

But Ep, I get tired

of waiting night after night.

- I get hungry.

- I'll try to be on time.

Ed? Take my horse to the stable. I

won't be needing him any more today.

- Thee has a fine looking horse.

- He'll do.

Would thee consider selling him?

He's not for sale.

Pioneer Emporium.

The last store between here

and Montana Territory.

Quality goods, low prices.

Oh, morning, Mr. Clark.

Keep this sign clean.

And sing out We've got a lot

of merchandise to move.

- Nice and loud.

- Yes, sir.

Buy your supplies here, folks!

The Pioneer Emporium!

The last store between here

and Montana Territory!

Quality goods at low pricesl

Buy your...

Right in there, Brothers.

You can't go wrong at the emporium.

Buy your supplies here, folks!

The Pioneer Emporium!

- What's this for?

- You're going to work.

Why me? Because you're big-hearted

and you wanna work to support

your friends.

Why is it I always get

the short end of the deal?

Go on in -

and watch your thees and thous.

Thee may be a civilian now, but thou

sure sounds like my old captain.

Go with him, Johnny.

Maybe they can use two men.

- What are you gonna do?

- Help you spend your wages

when you get paid.

Get your supplies!

Last chance, if you're headed west!

Ah. Here you are. Have one.

Buy your supplies here, folks!

This Mr. Clark seems to be

a very important man in this town.

Important? He sure is.

See them signs?

Pioneer Saloon...

Ep Clark, proprietor.

Pioneer Hotel... Ep Clark, proprietor.

Pioneer restaurant...

Ep Clark, proprietor.

Anything says Pioneer, that's

Ep Clark. Staying in town long?

We plan to.

Doing a little missionary work.

Missionary? Well, you came

to the right place for it, Brother.

Buy your supplies here, folks!

The Pioneer!

The home of contented customers!

Last chance to spend your money,

if you're headed west.

- You want something, mister?

- Yeah. I want my money back!

- For what?

- This harness is no darn good!

Must've been made out of paper.

That's your bad luck, mister.

What's the trouble, Clyde?

He wants his money back

on a set of harness.

Let me see that.

- I didn't sell you this.

- Well, you sure did.

The Pioneer sells nothing

but top quality merchandise.

You must've bought this stuff

over at Harold Jones's.

I couldn't have. You ran him

out of business six months ago!

Give him another set of harness,

Clyde.

- I guess you'll do.

- What does thee want us to do first?

- What do you mean, 'us'?

- Oh, we always work together.

He's not very bright. I do

the thinking and he does the lifting.

We don't need two men.

Besides, on this job,

you don't have to be bright.

Oh, it won't cost thee any more.

The two of you are willing to work

for the price of one?

Yes, sir. It's my mission in life

to watch over my brother.

Who watches over you?

The Lord watcheth over us all.

Well, he's gonna have

some help from me.

Get these empty crates out back

and uh...

start sweeping up.

- Something I can do

to help you ladies?

- Yes.

I'd like to see

some bleached muslin, please.

Well, bleached muslin's

right here, ma'am.

- Oh.

- 60 cents a yard.

60 cents a yard for muslin?

You won't find any cheaper

this side of St Louis.

I'd have got a better grade

at Elam King's for 40 cents a yard.

Elam King's never undersold us yet,

ma'am.

Well, he has now!

Come, Dora.

- Clyde!

- Yeah?

Let's you and I take a little walk

over to Elam King's.

Opi?

- Opi, keep an eye on the front.

- All right.

Afternoon, Miss Priscilla, Mr. King.

Mr. Sanders.

Heard you folks have a real fine

grade of muslin for sale here.

I'd like to see some of it.

Clyde, what do you think

of this muslin, huh?

- Do you think it's

as good as our muslin?

- No.

- This stuff's dirty.

- Yeah.

It sure is.

How come you're trying to sell

dirty muslin, King?

If you wanna stay in business, you're

gonna have to change your methods.

You might lose all your customers.

You haven't got too many, as it is.

Hey, Rafe.

This can's got a hole in it.

It has.

Looks like there's something wrong

with everything around here.

That's funny.

Sugar's got a coal oil smell to it.

What kind of a store

are you running, King?

I'm gonna bill you

for everything you've spoiled.

And you'll pay it, too.

Even if I have to take you to court.

- You are going to pay!

- Yeah?

You add that crate of eggs

to the bill, hm?

Now, listen, King.

We sell muslin too.

Clean muslin for 60 cents a yard.

I'd advise you to charge 70 cents.

70 cents, Mr. King.

If I were thee,

I'd pay the bill right now.

If I were thee, I'd get outta my way.

I said, get outta my...

What are you trying to do?

I beg your pardon!

Get off. Leave me alone, will you?

Let's go, Clyde. Remember what

I said about that muslin, Mr. King.

Mr. King?

I hope this takes care of the damage.

You're sure a welcome sight.

The Lord taketh away

and the Lord giveth.

You don't know how

grateful we are, Brother.

Do they visit thee like this often?

The second time this month.

He's trying to drive us clear out

of business, the way he's done

to the others.

Why isn't something done about it?

- Well, nothing can be done.

Clark's got the sheriff, the mayor

and half the folk in town

scared to death.

Tell me.

Why do people patronise Clark?

Oh, he undersells everybody

because he handles shoddy goods.

- You just get in town?

- A short time ago.

- You heading west?

- As soon as possible.

Then I ought to warn you

about the robberies that have

been taking place.

- Have there been many?

- Plenty of 'em.

Settlers on their way to Montana.

And they're still here.

They borrowed money

from back east and...

pawned their valuables

and gave it to me to invest

in a wagon train load of supplies

I've got coming in from St Louis.

- Uncle Elam, it's a secret.

- Oh, that's all right.

I think we can trust the Brother.

We don't want it known.

The shipment might be stopped

before it gets to Medicine Bend.

Might not the thieves rob it

when it leaves town?

It's not likely.

By then, everybody'll have

good guns, and plenty of 'em.

Does thee think I could share

in this worthy enterprise?

Uncle Elam?

Excuse me.

Wouldn't it be a good idea if...

I mean, don't you think

it might be possible to...

That is, couldn't we

use somebody else...

Sure was nice of Mr. King

to give you a job

and let us all sleep

up in this nice, warm hayloft.

He didn't say anything about

you fellas.

- He didn't say we couldn't.

- Well, just don't start redoing the place.

Say, those two dollars

that Mr. King advanced you.

Are we gonna let 'em get mildewed?

Or are we going down to the Pioneer

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