Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story Page #3

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Have a looksee,

give him what we got.

Awful kind of you.

Don't mention it.

Appreciate it.

Y'all seem to be in an awful

big hurry.

Shh.

Mr. katchem, how comes it?

Hey.

I'm gonna have to ask you

to put the scatter gun down.

I'd do what he says.

The last fella, he got shot

in the eye.

Hand it over.

That's a good boy.

You got him?

Yep.

Hiyah!

What's your name, friend?

Ben weathersby.

Well, listen, Ben.

There's a safe in that coach

and I need you to give me

the combination to it.

There is?

Oh yeah, there is.

What's the combination to it?

Well, you think they're gonna

give me the combination?

My partner back there

has a pistol pointed at

Mr. katchem's head.

That son of a b*tch has

an itchy trigger finger.

Drop it!

What the hell?

Jesus Christ.

Just take it easy.

Everything's easy, weathersby.

What the hell, frank?

He pulled on me,

didn't leave me no choice.

I'm not sure

where it came from.

Go 'round front and get the

combination and open the safe.

Go!

Son of a b*tch.

What'd you do, frank?

How'd this happen?

Frank said he pulled

a derringer.

Everybody thinks they're

doc holiday.

Frank's gonna get us hung.

Yeah.

We don't need this.

I said no killing!

He was a goddamn witness.

Look, you might not know but

i don't answer to you, alright?

You wanna declare yourself

the king?

I need a better man down,

goddammit.

Did you get the combination?

Yeah.

Well, what's the combination?

6-23-60.

Why?

In case you forget it.

How the hell am i

gonna forget it?

Son of a b*tch.

God.

Damn.

That's gonna leave a mark.

I hear you collared

ansell pickett yesterday.

Just delivered.

Dead or alive?

First way.

Well, a dead outlaw

is an outlaw who cannot

burden my courtroom.

Yeah.

What're your plans

for the future?

Don't have any.

Grab that wanted poster

on the desk there.

I could use some of your grit.

There's something

I've been chewin' on.

Yeah, what?

You heard of this fella

they call Texas Jack?

I have.

What do you think?

It's not my business

to think about outlaws.

Humour me.

Well, he robs stagecoaches,

a lot of 'em,

and he drinks this horse piss

liquor called apple Jack.

Can't stand the stuff myself.

Word is he's in the area.

Uh-huh.

I'd like you to check around.

I want you to bring him

to me.

Alive.

Alive?

He ain't killed nobody yet,

has he?

Not as far as we know.

Good.

Word has it he used to run

with a few local men

I'd like to see hanged.

I'm hoping he might be amenable

to helping me

ferret them out and take

them down.

You don't think taking up

with an outlaw might be

bad for business?

I'm talking to you,

aren't I?

We all have certain events

in our past

we might like to forget,

don't we, Marshall?

Now, Texas Jack,

he's made a point

of bloodless thievery.

As long as he doesn't kill

anyone, it'll be alright.

The public will forgive almost

anything outside of murder.

Ok, well, I guess you've got

your man, judge.

Come now, Marshall.

I don't think there was any

question that was the case.

Marshall?

What?

Alive.

I heard you the first time.

Son of a...

That's six in a row.

You dirty little pot-taker.

The lord has blessed me

on this cold evening.

The lord has blessed you

with a horseshoe up your ass.

Beg pardon.

Uh, no bartender?

He is taking a recess

for the evening.

I believe he's ill though

he'd never admit to it.

So who's the man to talk to

if they need a drink?

You leave your money

on the bar.

Five card draw is the game,

if such pass-times pose

any allure to you.

I find it to be a delightful

supplement to my living.

My name's Bart,

and if I may,

it is a pleasure.

Your presence here is a marked

improvement

over the company, ma'am.

You just got a compliment.

That's Bonnie.

I'm Woody.

You're Bart.

Who are you?

I'm gonna call you Suzie.

I'm just gonna take this bottle.

You don't mind, Suzie?

You um... you look familiar

to me.

We met before?

No.

I think I'd remember you,

on account of the eye.

No offense.

No offense taken.

You know, I can see a lot better

without my hat on, fellas.

I'm sure you don't mind.

I um... didn't always

have this patch.

I had a fine lookin' lady

when I lost my eye.

She was beautiful.

Had the ring and everything,

you know?

I used all my savings, picked

it out of a catalogue myself.

It- it was a weird ring, really.

It was- it had a snake eating

it's own tail.

Can you imagine that?

But she loved it, you know?

She loved that kind of stuff.

She was a fiery redhead.

Yeah, she was beautiful.

She had this hair all

the way down her back.

It was like a crimson sunset

on Christmas Eve.

But after I got this right here,

she said I changed.

She did.

She said that I had a temper,

i got angry all the time,

it was hard to be around me

and- well, heck, I couldn't

blame her none,

I didn't even want to be

around myself.

The doctor who fixed me up

said I was lucky.

That it was a miracle,

right Bonnie?

Mmmhmm.

It was a miracle that I was

even alive.

But that miracle, it didn't help

my relationship none.

No, siree.

My beauty left me,

for the doctor.

The miracle-maker doctor.

Here's to redheads.

I think I wanna take

your money now.

Deal me in.

You still seem angry.

I am, Bart.

That's very observant of you.

I mean, i- I can't even look

at a doctor still

without my blood beginning

to boil.

You know, Suzie,

I'm still lookin' for the fella

that shot out my eye,

and in my quest I've left a lot

of people in the dust.

Including my angel.

Here's to her.

I'm trying to figure this out,

Suzie.

Have you been to Santa fe?

I've been through

a couple times.

Don't make it out to

new Mexico too often.

Alright, gentlemen.

Three in.

You know, i-

I've been there once.

I worked there, too.

Give me two.

To you, pal.

Dealer takes two.

So- so the once or twice

you passed through,

what were you doing in Santa fe,

exactly?

Sir, are you gonna ask

a thousand questions

or are we gonna play

some poker?

Bart.

Hands on the table.

Table.

On the table.

Don't move 'em.

She'll unload her peacemaker

on ya.

I know she will.

You understand?

I understand you just killed

a man in cold blood

for no reason.

I've got a legal warrant

to shoot Bart Benton.

Frank bell.

Frank bell!

You're the one.

I- I just- I couldn't remember

so well the face, you know?

Like Nate Reed,

Jake breedlove,

I didn't forget those

two faces, no way.

Are you the one that killed

Jake?

I am, frank.

I did and I am

and he had it coming.

This is your unlucky night

playing cards with him, huh?

And I'll bet ya, let me look,

let me look...

It's a full house.

You're- you're one unlucky son

of a gun, huh?

Are you gonna kill me now,

too?

I'm afraid so.

Nathaniel Reed.

Nathaniel Reed.

Keep talkin'.

You know where he's at?

Yeah.

He goes by the name

Texas Jack.

Wait.

Nate Reed is Texas Jack?

That's your man.

He's acting like a big shot

outlaw now.

Ain't the same Nathaniel Reed

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