Sunset in the West Page #3

Gun runners.

Yeah.

That's why they emptied those cars.

To make room for the guns.

But, why would they put

the guns in the train?

It's the only way they can get 'em

to that lonely stretch of beach.

Sheriff's office. Osborne speaking.

It's Judge Reedy.

Listen, Tad.

You've got a prisoner there,

but you're not going

to be able to hold him.

I just signed a court order

releasing him.

- Stall him.

- Yeah.

Uh, Judge, can you hold it up a while?

Can't do it, Tad.

I set bail for $5,000 and it came up.

Cash on the barrel head.

Who put it up, Judge?

Wouldn't do any good to tell ya.

He'll be there in three minutes.

Oh, alright Judge, I'll do as you say.

Three minutes.

Three minutes?

That doesn't give us much time.

Somebody sure is anxious to get

that prisoner out of there.

At least we're going to find out

who's putting up the money.

What are you doing, Dixie?

Well, we want to find out who

the prisoner is, don't we?

Hey, that's a pretty good idea.

No, this guy's too good looking.

Give me one that looks like an Airedale.

You know, I studied art once.

Oh, those models. But, I had to give it up.

- I couldn't keep my mind on my work.

- I couldn't keep my mind on my work.

Hey, maybe Dixie's got an idea.

Only we can use it in reverse.

Use your keys.

Now what?

Let's see what he looks like

with those whiskers off.

C'mon, Splinters. You've got a

customer who wants a shave.

Oh, this is going to be

a real pleasure.

You can't take me outta here.

Not until I'm bailed out!

Now, don't worry.

I'm the best barber in East Park.

You can't do this! It ain't legal!

Yeah, and neither is pistol

whipping a hound dog.

Sheriff, who ever's bringing

that court order, stall 'em.

- We'll need a little more time.

- All right.

C'mon, boys.

Here, get busy.

Oh, yeah.

Jesus, Sheriff, get up!

Viva, viva! Bravo, Seorita.

Come to my cantina,

we'll give you a job.

- Now, Sheriff, let's get down to business.

- Here, have a cigar.

Oh, gracias, Seorita.

Nick has big surprise for you.

Going to have a coming out party.

Coming out of where?

Coming out from the cell,

like cuckoo from the cocoons.

Taking off like...

butterflies.

Eh, court order, huh?

That looks legal, alright.

I'll have him out for you in a half hour.

What's the... what's the matter with you?

Can't you read?

The paper says

"immediate release." Now!

O.K., kid. I got the fix

for you to fly the coop.

So, the butterfly take a

bothersome place, huh?

What you do with him?

He was here a few minutes

ago when the judge called here.

Where is he?

Yeah, he is gone.

How about that.

Jail break.

Right under your nose.

Another blot on your record, Sheriff.

Jail break.

Who you think you're kidding?

You hiding him.

We fine the prison,

you release him to me.

If we turn this town

upside down on its head!

There's one thing I can't stand,

it's a fella going around without shaving.

You get the idea

he's hiding from something...

Listen you!

And he doesn't want honest folks

to recognize him.

I...

What do you know!

I'm going to break a shaving

speed record on this guy!

Watch it!

Take it easy, Splinter!

Oh, now, don't worry, fellas.

I'm going to wait

until the next hiccup.

I'll be back in this town.

You'll pay for this!

Any last words before the next hiccup?

You missed him, Splinters!

I did?

Shake your head.

- Hey, wait a minute!

- I'm not through, yet!

Listen, let me out of here! I'm a

private citizen, I know my rights!

Let me go, do ya hear?

There, anybody recognize him?

- No, I've never seen him.

- You, Roy?

No, not yet.

Let this man go.

He's not from the calabus,

release on bail!

That's right.

Nick put up the bail money.

$5,000.

Judge Reedy signed the order.

You haven't heard

the last of this, Rogers.

I'll be back.

Always like a satisfied customer.

Put your guns on the floor

and get in the back room!

You better do it, fellas.

Not you, Rogers.

You're coming with me.

Nick, lock the door.

C'mon!

Turn around and go back

where you come from!

What will we do?

We can't do anything.

If we shoot now,

we'll hit Roy.

If we don't hit him,

Kimball will.

We going on back.

Looks like your friends

think a lot of you, Rogers.

Five grand on the line to bail me out,

and you don't even know me.

I'm still trying to figure

that one out.

That's pin money, chicken's feet.

You want to make a deal for guns?

Nick Corella's your man.

Ok, ok, when it's dark I'll let

you talk to a couple of friends of mine.

- C'mon, let's go!

- Wait a minute, Splinters.

We can't just stand here.

They'll get to big a start on us.

Nobody's stopping me!

You want to endanger Roy's life?

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

It's getting dark.

We'll never be able

to trail them at night.

Well, we'll do the best we can.

Take cover.

Hey, Johnny!

Hiya, Walt.

It's ok

I hope you didn't miss me.

How'd you get out?

I got friends. Nick sprung me.

He didn't let me sit there.

I suppose you know

there's a government post

out on us for smuggling.

No, I didn't know that.

Oh, that's why he's here, huh?

Yeah, recognize me from the poster

after shaving off my beard.

Yeah, well put it back on.

You look better.

How did you cut in on this deal?

Well, I find out we are

all in the same business.

If we are partners, we

make lots of money.

You got good merchandise.

Yeah, we don't need any new partners.

What do you want

to talk like that for?

I got connections.

Good ones.

I got money to spend for guns.

We're supposed to take

your word for that, huh?

Well, I take your word for things, too.

Got your brother out of jail tonight.

You tell me about the guns, we could've

worked together a long time ago.

I don't like this. Let's take

him around to see the boss.

As soon as you're finished, reseal

the doors and clear out of here.

Just how long ago did he

ask you to send this?

Oh, about two hours ago.

You know, that singer that works in

this place brought it over. Carmelita.

You know the one.

Wait here.

Things don't look so good for you, Rogers.

You're in a tough spot.

Don't look like you get out of this one.

You know what they plan for you.

Don't tell me, I can guess.

C'mon in, Nick.

Ok, ok

Ah, Seor McKnight!

Hello, Nick. I was just going to send

for you. This saves me the trouble.

Well, you want to see me, huh?

Kimball just told that you

want to cut in on our deal.

- That's right.

- Yeah?

Well, sit down, Nick. I want

to ask you a few questions.

Si, seguro, ask me any

questions you want to know.

Tell me, Nick.

How long have you had the cantina?

Oh, about five, six weeks.

Who are you working for?

Me? I work for Nick Corella.

But, there's not big money in cantina.

You sent this telegram, Nick.

Too bad you had to make

a mistake like that.

Mistake? This is a mistake.

That's to my brother.

Oh no it isn't.

Careless for a federal agent.

That's a good joke!

Nick Corella work for government!

This telegram is in code.

You arranged it so Walter Kimball

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