Support Your Local Gunfighter Page #3

"Lat" he said to me.

"There's nothing I got left in this world

except this one spur. "

"I want you to take it to my only true love,

Miss Jenny. "

Of course, I knew

who he was talking about right off.

All those lonely nights on the trail, he'd

hardly ever talk about anything but you,

- and what a heart of gold you had.

- I kinda remember.

There must've been a Slim.

Oh, bartender!

Give this gentleman a drink.

- Is that other boy with you?

- Yes, ma'am, I am. My name's Jug May.

Give them both a drink, and I'll have one.

About this Slim.

He was in love with me, is that it?

Ma'am, there was never

a truer love, nor nobler.

Of course, I can understand

why the boy felt that way.

- Oh?

- Yes, ma'am, I can understand.

"Miss Jenny," he said,

"she's not like other women. "

He said that real often. "Miss Jenny,

she's kind and generous to a fault. "

"Just give a man her last dime. "

- You're not lyin' to me?

- May I be struck down if...

- You all right?

- If that's the third shift, I am.

Sorry. Sometimes it comes

without warning.

Getting back to Slim. He really said

those nice things about me?

Yes, ma'am. Even dying,

he said them nice things, and more.

- I'm touched.

- Not as much as you're gonna be.

There's a name for a man like that.

- Mornin', Patience.

- Mornin'.

- Looks nice.

- Thank you.

Try this.

Oh, I like it. We'll take this one.

You sure got good taste in pickin' hats,

Miss Jenny, just like everything else.

It'll embarrass me, you paying.

Let me have the money.

You just stand there and be embarrassed.

I'll pay the man.

- Boy, have you got brass.

- Hm?

Asking a woman for money like that.

- You think that's wrong, huh?

- The way I was brung up...

- A woman brought you up, didn't she?

- Yeah.

You see?

I mean, it ain't generally done.

Did you ever know a woman to show

any slowness in askin' you for money?

No, now that I think about it.

I just made one mistake, though.

Askin' her in the daylight.

Come across much easier at night.

Hm...

- Morning.

- Morning.

- You buyin' yourself a new hat?

- No, the lady's buyin' him one.

Is it gonna make or break your day

if I do or don't buy a hat, stranger?

Oh, I don't want to be a stranger to you.

My name's Colorado. Colorado McGee.

Well, you said that like you expected

I should have heard of you.

I never have, so what do you want?

I wanna know if you're as fast

as they say you are, Swifty.

- What'd you call me?

- Swifty.

I'll call you Mr Morgan if you like.

I'm goin' out in that street

and wait for you to come out.

If you don't, me and everybody else

in town is gonna call you a yellow dog.

- Gunfight?

- You catch on.

Well, you just go on out there.

I'll be out on the count of ten.

- You hit that fella from behind.

- Just as hard as I could.

- Get me one of those irons over there.

- What's that gunfighter got against you?

I never saw him before in my life.

Oh, Miss Jenny. I'm awful sorry that a lady

like you had to see a crude thing like this.

Let's go up to the hotel and get some

smelling salts and you can lay down.

From the way this guy is wearing his gun

in his holster, looks like he's left-handed.

It was his right trigger finger you busted.

Miss Jenny,

would you turn your head, please?

Give me the iron.

If I'd known you were gonna send

this pipsqueak against Swifty Morgan.

- Look, Mr Barton...

- Don't take offence, lad.

But you've never killed anybody outside

of this county. You're just local stuff.

Swifty Morgan is known

from Canada to the Mexican border.

If you've got a better idea, Taylor,

let's have it.

- Buy this Swifty Morgan.

- Ames has already bought Morgan.

All gunfighters have a price.

They're a low order of humanity. Lice.

- Look here, Mr Barton.

- Shut up!

We offer Morgan enough money

to make him double-cross Colonel Ames.

- That sounds good.

- Now, wait a minute.

How can you be sure

that Colonel Ames sent for Morgan?

I have a way of knowin'

what goes on in the Colonel's house.

- He's sparkin' his old-maid sister.

- Why, you young...

I seen you out bicycle-ridin' with

his sister propped up on the handlebars.

You oughta be ashamed of yourselves,

actin' like that at your age.

Set an example for young people instead

of carryin' on like a randy old goat.

Her lookin' like a winterkilled persimmon.

- Get him outta here.

- Kid, get out.

All I can say is I'd hang my head in shame

was I kin to you...

Pipsqueak!

I figure we can hire Swifty away

from Colonel Ames for $5,000.

That's a lot of money.

We'll lose a lot more

if we don't get to the mother lode first.

We'll never get there

if we don't get back down to diggin'.

As treasurer of the company, this calls

for a meeting of the board of directors.

- We are the board of directors.

- I move that we spend the 5,000.

- I second the motion.

- You can't, you're chairman of the board.

- There is parliamentary procedure.

- Ames ain't worrying about procedure.

He's got four gunmen sittin' on top

of our mine, keeping us out of the ground.

He'll keep keepin' us out

till we start fightin' fire with fire.

Taylor!

Look.

- Colonel Ames.

- He walks like he owns the town.

He will if we don't hire Swifty Morgan.

Last time I wore that dress was

at the governor's ball 20 years ago.

This hat... There wasn't

a man nor a bird dog in Purgatory

that didn't point

when I walked down the street.

Do you think

I look like a lady of the evening?

- What's a lady of the evening?

- Miss Abigail, you do lead a sheltered life.

Do you think I could pass

for one of those girls at Miss Jenny's?

- You mean a dance-hall girl?

- Dance-hall girl.

- I wouldn't know. I've never seen one.

- They go past your window every day.

I always keep the shades drawn

when they do.

- Where am I gonna put this?

- There's room back...

- What on earth?

- I'm gonna do me some blasting.

- In Jenny's place?

- In Jenny's place.

- You're not gonna get yourself in trouble?

- No, but I know somebody who is.

Wait.

For you know who.

Miss Abigail, I don't know why

you're so dead set on marryin' my pa.

He ain't very smart

and he snores somethin' awful.

Don't be indelicate, dear. Your father has

characteristics that you don't recognise.

Also, such a marriage would give

my dear brother apoplexy. Drat his soul.

Abigail?

Speak of the devil.

The servants tell me that Barton's horrid

daughter has sneaked into this house.

- Open up!

- She's not in here, brother.

Stop banging on that door.

I insist that you open this door, Abigail.

Oh, very well.

Satisfied?

I will be when you stop sneaking off

with Barton, riding that damn bicycle.

We haven't been riding in over a week.

Taylor's got a flat.

- He'll have more than that.

- You touch one hair on his head...

One grey hair. He's an old man.

- Snow on the roof but there's fire...

- Abigail! Have you no shame, woman?

What about you, keeping

Taylor's workers out of the mine?

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