Stagecoach Page #6

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I ain't goin' back on it now.

No ammunition.

I lied to you, Curley.

I got three left.

Good night, Kid.

- Is this where you live?

- No.

I gotta know where you live, don't I?

No, don't come any further.

It's all been a crazy dream.

I've been out of my mind, just hoping.

Say good-bye here, Kid.

We ain't never gonna say good-bye.

Could I have that?

Give me the shotgun.

Luke, please don't!

Well, Kid I... I told you

not to follow me.

I asked you to marry me, didn't I?

I'll never forget you asked me, Kid.

That's somethin'.

Wait here.

Ringo said he'll be passing this way

in... six or seven minutes.

Come on!

I'll take that shotgun, Luke.

You'll take it in the belly,

if you don't get out of my way.

I'll have you indicted for murder

if you step outside with that shotgun.

We'll attend to you later.

Don't ever let me do that again.

Billy, kill that story about the

Republican Convention in Chicago...

...and take this down:

"The Ringo Kid

was killed on Main Street...

"...in Lordsburg tonight! And among

the additional dead were..."

- I'll leave that blank for a spell.

- I didn't hear any shootin', Ed.

You will, Billy. You will.

Hank missed him, at four feet!

Ready, Kid?

Thanks, Curley.

Curley's going to see that you get

to my place across the border.

Good-bye, Dallas.

Maybe you'd like to ride

a ways with the Kid.

Please.

Well...

...they're saved from

the blessings of civilization.

I'll buy you a drink.

Just one.

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