Sunset in the West Page #2

I gotta see the Sheriff.

Hey, Sheriff, I got

some hot info for ya.

Are you sure this isn't

another one of your brainstorms?

No. There are two big time

criminals in the cantina.

Probably armed to the teeth.

Well, I better look-see.

Who told you about this?

Never divulge the source of

your information, Sheriff.

But, I got operators spotted all over town.

There's always the chance that

just once you might be right.

Now, wait for me, Sheriff.

"Taking short vacation." Stop

"Explanation will arrive with cattle."

Signed, Roy Rogers.

I'll get this right off the

packing house, Mr. Rogers.

That'll be four bits.

When do you think

you can pick up those cattle?

I don't know. You know,

this is the second wreck we had?

Maybe in a couple of days

I'll get back on schedule.

Thanks.

Foy.

I'll help you load those cattle

when he fixes us up with a train.

Then you better take over for me.

I'm going to stick around a few

days and help the Sheriff.

Ok, Roy.

Roy!

Two suspicious characters in the cantina.

According to Splinters,

we may have our first hot lead.

You better come along with us, too, Foy.

We'll go in separately,

so if they see us,

they won't get suspicious.

Take it easy, Sherlock. Take it easy.

Muy bueno los taritos, eh Seor?

Diez centavos, por favor.

Can't you read?

Tepo de Sheriff?

Oh, Si, Si, Seor.

Hey! Hora vey as de cuan dinado.

Hey, wait a minute!

- He's a deputy, too!

- Es deputy, too?

Well, why don't you tell

me these things? Ok!

Hey, what's going on here?

Dangerous business.

- You want to help?

- Yeah, sure.

Here, hold him.

Sherlock, you hold that.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah.

Just like taking candy away from a baby.

Well, let's split it here.

Look at those two guys

cutting up all that money.

Probably robbed a bank.

They must be the two.

- Hey, Chief?

- Yeah?

Your slip's showing.

Oh, drop in for a little

excitement, Sheriff?

Yeah, it looks like it.

A hundred for me and 50 for you.

Yeah, that's alright, but remember...

I win the championship back tomorrow night.

Oh, that's ok.

Where'd you get all that money?

We got paid, see?

For wrestling.

You mean you held up a bank.

You're under arrest!

Get your hands off me

or I'll punch you right in the nose.

Oh yeah?

Just a minute.

Por Que pasa?

Sherlock, come back here!

Please be careful of my china!

Horatio, they're breaking up the joint!

What? You again?

Hey, Chief!

Chief!

Those guys, they're wrestlers!

They are not fighters!

- Wrestlers?

- You know?

Stand back.

So, you want to wrestle, huh?

Help!

Easy, boy.

C'mon, fella.

Sherlock!

Take it easy with him, Tad.

He's hurt pretty badly.

Dixie.

Run and get the veterinarian.

- Tell him to hurry.

- Yeah sure, Roy.

Are you responsible for this!

Now, look, I ain't done nothing.

You got nothing to hold me on.

Nothing except shooting at me

and trying to kill Sherlock.

He and his partner

slipped out of the cantina

when the fight was going on.

Got nothing to hold you on, huh?

What are you running from?

I just don't like trouble, that's all.

We'll find out who you are.

Where you came from.

He may have something to do

with these train wrecks.

If that dog dies, you

better hide these keys.

Keep me from busting into his cell.

Say. Tad?

When you found that train...

did you pick up anything that

might help solve these murders?

Not a thing.

Just a lot of spilt milk

and produce thrown all around.

They must've unloaded the produce

to make room for something else.

But, Roy, the cars were all

empty when we found the

wreckage at the end of the

other end of the line.

Mr. Rogers?

Yeah?

I came over to tell you we were

ready to pick up your cattle.

The train will be down at the

loading pins in a couple of hours.

All right. I'll round up my boys and

be there to help get them aboard.

See ya later, Tad.

Que pasa?

All right, Felicia,

I'll take care of it.

Tell my guests I'll be right in.

Si, Seor.

I came over to tell you that Rogers

is working with the Sheriff again.

Yes, I know. But, he won't be here long.

He's in the cattle business.

I'm going to show you

a copy of a telegram he sent.

Oh, so he's going to stay

in border town, eh?

You better watch it, Mr. McKnight.

- He's plenty smart.

- Good boy, Blinky. Come on in.

Seor McKnight will be right here.

Oh, I suppose nobody minds

my looking at these guns, huh?

Oh no, Seor.

He's always so proud

to show them.

That one is what you call

a pepper pot.

I think it could pepper

you pretty good, huh?

That was very popular

in the 17th century.

That is if you don't mind me

giving the two dollar lecture

that goes with the guns?

- Pardon, Seor.

- That's alright, Felicia.

Just close the door and see

we're not disturbed.

Si, Seor, and

I'll guard it with my life.

You got enough guns here

to start our own war.

I'm afraid we'd lose.

These guns are a little out of date.

I suppose you know

my brother's in jail.

Well, there's no charge against him.

No one knows who he is.

I doubt if they'll connect

him with the gun running.

What do you mean?

You going to leave him there?

I know a little something about the law.

They'll hold him on an open charge for

24 hours, then they'll have to release him.

Yeah, I guess that's smarter

than trying to spring him.

That was my thought, but

not my words precisely.

How about the guns.

We picked them up in the Middle West

over half a million dollars worth.

Have that refrigerator, Carl,

on the siding tonight.

What about the vegetables and things in it?

We'll can 'em away. Don't worry about it.

It'll be there.

Hey, Splinters. I'll talk to

the engineer and have him

let us off at that wrecked

train so we can look it over.

Foy, you and the boys load

your horses on that empty car.

We'll need some transportation home.

Look after Trigger for me, will ya?

I'll see he gets water, Roy.

What's the matter Splinter?

You got the hiccups, again?

Yeah, I guess I'm a little excited.

I got just the cure for it.

Try standing on your head.

You have just the head for it, too.

I never heard of that cure,

but I'll try anything.

This is sure a lonesome stretch of track.

Yeah, the nearest road's ten miles away.

Hey, it looks like Splinters is

about to get rid of his hiccups!

Hey, it worked!

Sure felt nice and cool there for a minute.

Oh, we're coming to the wreck.

You boys get the horses up.

Hi, Dixie.

How's Sherlock coming along?

We don't know yet.

Doc Jones can't tell us anything.

He's afraid to operate.

Hi, Sheriff.

Did you find out who he is, yet?

Yeah, says his name is John Smith.

John Smith?

Oh, that'd make his partner Pocahontas.

Yeah, that's right.

Sheriff?

What do you think that is?

It's grease.

Got a lot of graphite in it.

Probably off a train.

I don't think so.

Looks like that grease they pack

guns in to keep 'em from rusting.

Look.

I think those are

serial numbers from guns.

There's ten rifles in a case.

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