Support Your Local Gunfighter Page #5

It should be quite a show. After all, there's

four of you and one of Swifty Morgan.

- I thought Morgan was on our side.

- There have been some changes made.

Morgan, he took the Colonel's money,

then turned around and took money

from the other mine-owners.

It don't sound like fair dealings to me.

I know you fellas will teach him

that honesty's the best policy.

- You all look like mighty brave men.

- When's he coming, this Swifty Morgan?

Well, he should be along at any minute.

Here he comes.

You boys stay here.

I'll circle around, slip in behind him.

- I'll go with you.

- Hey, wait for us.

They ran away, Mr Morgan.

All four of 'em ran away

when they heard you were comin'.

Act like you're disappointed.

Ran away, did they?

Well, I'm sure disappointed.

- They went thataway.

- I'll let 'em go. They learned their lesson.

I'm a peaceable fella, really.

- Unless I'm riled.

- Bravo.

- Here comes Mr Barton.

- You did it, Mr Morgan. You did it.

First time I saw you, I said "He is more

than the stupid cowhand he looks like. "

I heard you say it.

Three cheers for Swifty Morgan who

saved this town from that octopus Ames.

Hip, hip, hurray! Hip, hip, hurray!

Hip, hip, hurray!

Well, what are we waiting for?

Gentlemen, start your jackasses.

Let's go to work.

Swifty.

- Swifty! I'll see you around, huh?

- Where are you goin'?

- I gotta get somethin' off my chest.

- What if them four fellas come... back?

Don't crowd my gun, son.

- How long has he been like that?

- Ever since he heard about the gunfight.

Can't stand the sight of blood.

Come on, Doc. Drink it down.

- Don't you think he's had enough?

- It's his own remedy.

Has me keep it behind the bar

in case he's needed when he's drunk.

Drink it down, will you, Doc?

"That no life lives forever;

That dead men rise up never;

And even the weariest river

winds somewhere safe to sea. "

Boys, put him in my bed.

Be as good as new in a couple of hours,

then he can take care of you.

Say, what is this strange sickness

you got? Do you mind my askin'?

Just enough to bust you in the mouth

if you ask again.

- Evening, Elmer.

- Howdy.

Silver dollars, Charlie.

And a pink lady.

Hear tell Taylor Barton's gonna throw a

big wingding at the mine tomorrow night.

Gonna have dance-hall girls,

music, the works.

- That's how I ruined my best Colt .45.

- Huh?

Man started talkin' to me

when I didn't wanna be talked to.

Bent the barrel over his head.

Excuse me.

16, red and even.

Ball rolls. Place your bet, sir.

Number 14, red and even.

Place your bet, sir.

All bets down.

Six, black, even.

Boss!

He just bet $4600 on number 23.

Spin her!

Hey!

You missed one.

That post there. You missed it.

Why don't you get married?

Keep you off the streets.

You can go right ahead. I know just how

you feel. I do the same thing often myself.

- You beat your head against posts?

- Not posts. Mostly the walls in my room.

Sometimes it's a tree, occasionally a rock.

- Do you play roulette?

- No. It's on account of this town.

Sometimes I feel like I'll never get out

of it, and then I wanna curl up and die.

When I feel like that, I just want

to beat my head against something.

- You don't like this town?

- Do you?

No, I don't like anything

west of Riverside Drive.

- Where's that?

- New York City.

- On the Hudson River?

- Yeah, I was born and raised there.

- Tell me about it.

- Tell you what about it?

All.

Well, let's see. They don't carry guns.

They got a cop on every street corner

to keep people from shootin' one another.

And they don't ride horses.

No, they got carriages and streetcars.

I think I'm getting homesick.

- Me too.

- You've never even been there.

I'm homesick for it.

I don't understand how you could leave

there to come to this damn, rotten West.

- My mother's fault.

- Your mother?

"Go west, young man" she said.

She said it a thousand times.

I'd always been told a boy's best friend

was his mother, so... here I am.

Frisco, Dodge, Lodestone, Denver.

Sure wish I was back there, though.

I thought you came out west

for your health.

- My health?

- Your chest.

- My chest?

- Doc told me about it.

- He did?

- Me and Doc, we're real close friends.

- He wouldn't have told anybody else.

- You better not tell anybody else or I'll...

I'll kill Doc and you won't have

another friend in this town.

I don't know why you're so sensitive.

A lot of people have the same thing.

- They do?

- People come out west for weak chests.

You don't cough

as much as most of them.

No, I don't...

Fire in the hole.

Would... Would you like to take

a walk, Miss Patience?

Oh... Are you sure the night air

wouldn't be bad for your...?

Not bad at all.

No, not bad at all.

- Sure is romantic, ain't it?

- Yeah, it sure is.

Uh... Latigo.

That thing you have, is that contagious?

I mean, could I catch it from you?

No.

Not unless you...

- No, you couldn't catch it even then.

- Good.

I never thought I'd get to kiss a man

who'd been to New York City.

I mean, actually, in person, New York City.

Say, did you hear bells?

Yeah.

I don't know what Miss Abigail sees in Pa.

He's as dull as dishwater.

"Good night, sweet prince. "

Good evening, sweet prince.

It ain't good manners to spy on people.

Is it good manners for you to pay

clandestine attention to my sister?

My intentions are nothing

if not honourable.

We share the same ancestors

as far back as Adam and Eve.

I desire no closer relationship to you

than that. Take him inside.

If Pa gets killed, I'll never get to Miss

Hunter's College on the Hudson River.

On top of which he'll be dead.

I see a situation here

where an honest man could make a dollar.

- Come on.

- Where are you goin'?

Among my other bad habits,

I'm a Peeping Tom.

- Stop it! Take your hands off me.

- She kicks like a mule.

Taylor! My darling,

what are they doing to you?

Nothing so far.

And what we do depends on you.

Oh, I wish I hadn't bought you

that book on Napoleon.

- Colonel, this is ridiculous.

- Indeed it is.

But not for long, because

one of two things is going to happen.

First, you will get

your workers out of the ground

and promise never to see my sister again.

- Or second, the other thing will happen.

- What other thing?

My boys will take you out in the swamp

and put a bullet through your thick head.

- That's murder.

- I've studied law.

Of course it's murder.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna save your father's life

and make an honest dollar.

that book five years ago Christmas.

- Where do you think you're going?

- In there.

- You ain't.

- How are you gonna stop me?

Like this.

Let me give you some advice,

my ugly friend.

Swifty Morgan's pal.

Sorry. I didn't know who you was.

Excuse me, will you, mister?

- Latigo.

- Evening.

Your window was open.

I couldn't help overhearing all the jabber

you folks were tossing back and forth.

So I'll tell you what's gonna happen.

Light me. Me and Swifty Morgan will take

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