Shoot Out Page #3

can make that stink go away.

Hey, you told me you could cook!

If you're pulling a gun,

I would tell you I could fly!

And you walking on water and

turning sticks into snakes!

You told me a lie.

- Yes. - Yes? Why?

- I told a lie.

Don't you think you ought

be punished for that?

Punished? One eye is swollen shut,

the other is smoke blind.

I'm too stiff to stand up

and I'm too sour to sit down.

- Plus I'm sun burned. How are you gonna punish me?

- Oh, there's ways.

Bobby Jay. Come let me rustle up

something to eat. That girl is a mess.

Well, that's true.

But I want her to cook.

And when I want someone to

do something, the do it.

- Now, you see anything?

- It seems Lomax is settling down for the night.

He got a nice fire going too.

How high you reckon

a man can flap a jack?

- Where did it go?

- A schooner bird, he stole it in mid-air.

That was my pancakes!

Schooner bird is the only one

thing that can eat and fly.

Maybe because they fly backwards.

- Backwards?

To keep the dust out of their eyes.

They live on flapjacks, chewing

tobacco and hard-rock candy!

- Damn you bird, bring it back!

- Cursing won't fetch nothing of them.

Here, you give me your plate. There's an

Apache magic trick that will get it again.

Now you keep it covered

and held tightly.

I will say the magical words.

- You got the hold tight? - Tight!

- Repeat after me.

- Hoki-Poki!

- Hoki-Poki!

- Dame Noki!

- Dame Noki!

- It didn't work.

- Of course it always works.

Did you look?

You swallow it down and get some sleep.

We've got places to go coming morning.

Can you ride a horse?

- I'm doing that now?

- No, I mean by yourself.

Of course. They'd always let me ride...

- ...when I get to the livery stable.

- The livery stable?

- What kind of job did you hold out?

- I cleaned up the stables.

What did they pay you for that?

I told you!

They let me ride the horses.

Well, if I'm gonna drag you all the way

to Gun Hill, what you need is a pony.

We'll cut out that little one.

- That's stealing!

- They're wild horses, they don't belong to nobody.

At the next ranch we come to, I'm gonna

swap that little coat for a saddle.

Come on now. Get down.

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

Get him!

Hooray! Hooray! You got him!

- He's a nice little gentleman, ain't he?

- May I pet him now?

- You just don't let him pick a hug out of you!

- I know to do with horses.

It is stealing! I won't let you!

- You're trying to put me in my place?

- It is stealing!

Oh, you're tougher than wrang leather.

All right. Damn it!

Go on back.

What's wrang leather?

It's something that

don't come apart in the rain.

- No doubt about! He's headed toward Gun Hill!

- Yeah. That's all I need to know.

So? We cut across these hills

and tell Mr. Foley, right?

Wrong! The man wants trouble.

I don't care if you are mad at me!

If you'd done as to the pony, you

wouldn't have fallen out of your mother.

I wasn't took away from her,

she was taken away from me.

Wranged leather.

Again?

Don't get snake bit!

Why don't you get upon him and shoot

that old man and little girl, huh?

We can wait up here for you

until you get back.

I don't want to catch up to him yet.

I want to have some fun with him!

Shoot him? Shoot him?

That's no fun, Alma.

You don't have any imagination.

It's either in bed, or on out.

You know he's right.

No, I don't. You know that I spent

the whole night in lobby listening.

We're making it up to you now.

I bet you ride with her.

Don't you feel good?

- Damn! Look at that thing!

- What?

She got split my bridges

with that big behind.

I can't help it. You want me

to ride this horse all naked!

That's bad, Alma!

- You know what's happens to bad girls?

- Don't do that.

- What's the matter Pepe? Don't you like to have fun?

- Sure I do, but...

Well alright then, we're gonna

have some fun! Yes, we are!

You know I think you're horse-crazy.

They're nicer than people.

How would you like to have him?

- I'm stealing it.

- I know!

- Why ain't you kicking about it?

- The foal had a mom, this one doesn't.

They have got an owner.

We could tell that it was wild pony,

in the pasture and couldn't jump out.

You're growing up fast.

- Do you know what they do with horse-thieves?

- They hang them.

Good day!

- Good afternoon!

- I make it morning.

- I think I've seen that pony before.

- I got him out your coral back there.

Do you want to get rid of him?

I could be I left the gate open.

That little scrub like him

I figure it might be worth...

...a couple of dollars.

He has got a sentimental value.

It belonged to my late wife.

- Why don't you put a sentimental price on him?

- Oh, uh... 20 dollars?

- Do you've got a saddle with him?

- My late wife. She ran off.

With a knife with her.

Saddle that... that'll run you another 10.

- It'll be a nice outfit for the little lady.

- He's just trying to smooth me down.

Well, is that so, little lady?

And what for?

He's been trying to dug me off,

every place we go.

I could stay here, then you

will have to buy me a pony.

- Let's get on with the deal.

- Hmm...

- $ 15 for the pony and $ 5 for the saddle.

- $ 15 for the both.

Count out your money!

Your name is El Sueno,

that means dream.

Her name happens to be Patty.

El Sueno!

- I won't eat that. - Why not? Rabbit is good.

- It makes me think of my cat.

- I won't eat it. - What the hell will you eat?

- Flapjacks. - You can't eat them every day.

- Let me take a look at them legs of yours.

- They're all right. You go eat that cat.

Don't you speak out.

That's saddled up and raw.

That's my good Indian jacket.

It's about to become a good Indian vest.

- These'll make good leggings for you.

- You spoil my jacket. I won't wear no legging!

- You will. One more day like today and your feet will break off.

- No, I won't!

They've been down for the night.

It looks like.

Pepe, take over.

Move!

- Yes, sir!

- Yeah General, you got yourself one hell of a an army.

Give me a drag.

- I gave you an order.

- Yes, sir!

It's you own fault for not doing what

you're told. Get out there and watch!

Give me all the guns! Right Here!

Put your hands on your heads!

Turn around!

Is he still carrying that knife

in his boot? Get it.

Your friends...

...they took turns gunning old

Trooper in his wheelchair.

Shot hit him in the belly,

so he died real slow.

You know what happens when you got

shot in the belly? You can't move.

You can't breathe. You feel yourself

filling up with blood, with pain.

And you can't die!

Lomax, you know I got

a man covered you!

You had a man. This is his gun!

- Don't shoot me in the back, please!

- You've been trailing me. Why?

Who sent you?

We got orders to do you no harm

and we've done you none!

- Who? - Don't nobody do no talking!

- You tell him! Don't let him shoot me!

Sam Foley. What Skeeter told you is true!

They got orders not to kill you!

Just to follow you and let

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