Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story Page #2

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think you got bein' here...

I know you.

And I'll never forget you.

See this badge?

Dangerous line of work,

marshaling'.

Most men won't even think about

it but I ain't like most men.

You shot my eye out,

that makes you guilty.

The doctor said it was

a miracle, you know.

An inch either side,

goes right into my brain.

He said I was the luckiest

guy he ever met.

And these past three years

lookin' for you,

I figure you're the luckiest

son of a b*tch I ever met.

Get down Bonnie!

Come here, come here!

Do you want me

to finish him?

We get more if we bring

him in alive!

Too bad.

Come on.

I'm gonna go around back.

Yeah.

Judging from those bullets

out front

I'd say your harboring

frank bell.

He's wanted for the murderin'

of a Marshall in Carson city.

Never killed a man who

didn't have it comin'.

We all got it comin',

don't we, frank?

Sh*t.

Nate?

Nate?

Ahhh!

Sh*t.

We got about a half

dozen out there!

I hear 'em.

What're we gonna do?

I saw 'em shootin' upstairs.

Laura Lee's up there.

I gotta get to her,

see if she's ok!

Never gonna

make it up there.

Oh, I'm goin'.

But they will kill you!

Then they'll just have

to kill me.

Nate, she's dead.

What?

I was afraid to tell you.

He killed her.

What are you talkin' about?

I saw her.

He shot her in the head,

Nate.

No, no.

Laura Lee, she's gone.

I don't believe you.

Accept that.

No, no.

I'm goin' upstairs.

We just killed two

us marshals.

We?

I ain't leavin' without her.

You alright?

Come on, go!

I'm not leaving without her!

Come on, go!

Hiyah!

Hold still now.

God damn!

Stop.

I don't expect to be jawing'

with you all night but...

Me and sid, we heard there's

some easy pickin's out west.

Jackson hole, maybe.

Yeah?

You're welcome to join us.

It's up to you.

She was a school teacher,

frank.

Taught little children.

Never...

Only wrong move she

ever made was marrying me.

Did she know about you?

Who you were?

Yeah.

And she stayed with me anyway.

I'm truly sorry.

I thought maybe things would

come back around someday

but I figured I'd be the one

doin' the dyin'.

Alright.

Let's take care of that thing.

We gotta get that out.

Give me the knife.

Oh, god.

Christ.

I gotta go see her, frank.

Where'd you go?

I just checked on Laura Lee.

And?

She's gone.

The ranch hand confirmed it.

Laid her down in front

of the house.

I'm sorry, Nate.

Sorry, Nate.

Frank bell.

You just about met your maker.

Near hell did, you trigger-happy

son of a b*tch.

Nathaniel Reed.

You ain't gone shy, have you?

Sid Dalton.

Glad to see you're above

the snakes, Nate.

You as well, sid.

Well, it's gonna take a lot more

than dying to kill sid Dalton.

Hey, I got somethin' special

here I think you're gonna like.

That's cider whiskey.

They call it apple Jack.

It was conceived, created,

and consumed here in Texas.

You been in that little town

this whole time?

I have.

Don't you get tired of bailing'

hay and totin' feed?

That fella with one eye,

that Nate shot?

The Marshall?

The one who killed Jake,

he killed Nate's wife,

too, back there.

That's the worst thing

i ever heard.

Frank says you might be

wanting to go back to work.

There's a us Marshall

after us, sid.

He's a bad hombre

and he aims to kill us.

We could churn butter in an

orphanage until he showed up

and it wouldn't matter.

He's gonna kill us anyway,

so we might as well work.

Make some money so

we can pay the devil.

Fair enough.

Things'll be alright, you're

amongst friends now, Nate.

I'm sorry about your wife.

Ok, so what're we gonna

start with?

Trains?

You thinkin' the pacific union?

It's always been good.

Dangerous.

Yeah.

No trains.

No trains?

No trains, no railroads.

What, then?

Ladies' handbags?

I say we go back to doin'

what we know.

Stagecoaches.

You never know how many

guards gonna be on a train.

Could be a dozen.

A stagecoach, one,

maybe two.

And I think we can get maybe

four stagecoaches

in the time it takes us

to hit one train.

A lot less chance of gettin'

a load of buckshot

in your ass, too.

Well, fair enough.

You've convinced me.

And no killing.

No killing, frank bell.

I'll try.

These beans is ready.

Woah, woah, woah.

Lose 'em.

These two fellas to your left

are a lot more nervous

than I am,

so no sudden movements,

you hear me?

Frank, you keep an eye on

them while I look in the coach.

Look who's barkin' orders

now.

Hey, I'm captain of this ship.

You got a problem with that

I'll be on my way.

You got a problem?

No problem.

Do what I say.

Oh.

Ma'am.

No, sid.

Sid.

No.

Alright.

Now close your eyes

and count to 100.

Really, close your eyes.

I'll close 'em for ya.

That's good.

Keep countin'.

Stagecoaches instead of trains.

Here's to Nathaniel Reed.

Nathaniel Reed is dead.

Well, what're we supposed

to call you, then?

I say call him apple Jack.

Texas Jack.

Woah, now.

I like it.

Here's to Texas Jack.

Texas Jack.

Texas Jack.

Alright.

Shameless.

How's the flow?

There's some particularly fine

lookin' women up there

in St. augustine.

Like you'd know.

I do know.

Is that her?

Yeah.

Can I see?

She was a fine lookin' woman.

Get them horses saddled, frank.

Yes, sir.

I'm goin' into town to stock up.

Hey, no more beans.

No more beans.

You know, I've

been thinkin'...

No, frank, I don't.

I've been thinkin'

Nathaniel Reed's

been getting a little too big

for his britches.

Why would you say that?

Well, we're the ones down

here doin' all the work

and he's up there on his horse

barkin' orders.

Well, because of Reed you

know we got whiskey, money...

I don't mind takin' orders

from him.

Yeah, well... he's not as smart

as he thinks he is.

What do you know about smart?

Mmm.

I know a thing.

A thing or two.

Two might be pushin' it.

God dammit.

Apple cider whiskey.

Why don't you have

a little coffee?

They're comin' hard.

They're comin' hard?

Yeah.

I don't feel like chasing a

stagecoach today, do you?

No sir, I do not.

I'm gonna try something

different.

What do you got in mind?

Ok.

I don't like it.

You don't like anything.

Yeah.

You wanna tell us why you're

blocking our path, mister?

Just on my way to a funeral,

friend.

My- my brother got killed

and I got awful drunk

when I heard about it last night

and I got in a poker game and

i lost my horse and my gun.

I lost my coat.

I'm sorry to hear your trouble.

But you ain't answered

my question now, did you?

Well, I'm hoping maybe I can

catch a ride with you fellas.

I'm sorry, can't do that.

Company policy,

no- no passengers.

I'm not gonna argue with you

about that.

Could I ask you, maybe you

got a blanket or something?

Help a fella out a little?

You said you're going to bury

your brother?

That's right.

How did he die?

Well, sir, he was defendin'

a lady's honor.

So they say.

It's the least we can do.

Awful kind of you.

May still have some extra

blankets in the boot.

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