Tall in the Saddle Page #2

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you ain't done.

They're just a couple of four flushers,

the pair of them.

- Everybody knows that.

- Crazy drunk.

Sure I'm drunk.

That's why I'm telling the truth.

I'm drunk, and I'll say what I think.

I'll say what I know.

Don't act up this ways, Dave.

There's women watching.

- Take your dirty paws off me.

- What he needs is a short lay-down.

Me and Bob will look after him.

Come on, Bob. We're his friends.

Take your hands off me.

I can take care of myself.

Careful, now. Don't hurt him.

How are things standing now

between you and the law?

All right, I reckon.

I guess this bill of sale kind of winded him.

Lucky you saved it.

- We laid him down. He went right to sleep.

- Good.

Sorry to have a ruckus like this

in front of you ladies...

but Dave's an ornery old cuss

when he gets going.

Too drunk to drive on, I'm afraid.

Don't worry, ma'am.

Bob here will take you on in.

He knows every inch

of the road, don't you?

- You bet.

- I'm driving.

But if anything was to happen

to the ladies, I'd feel to blame.

Don't.

Senor.

- Did they do it?

- They hit him with a pistola.

His friends, eh?

What happened this time?

- Bumped his head.

- Where? On Iron Mountain?

Where's the best chance of a cheap room?

Cap's place across the street,

the Sunup Saloon.

- Saloon?

- Saloon.

- Where's the hotel?

- Up the street a piece, lady.

Are we expected to carry our bags

this time of night?

- Do you want to drive them on up?

- Nope.

I'll pick up my saddle tomorrow.

Well?

Hey, Doc, customer.

Take my hand, Shorty.

What happened here?

- Bumped his head.

- So I see.

Looks like he's going to need

a couple or so stitches.

You better get him up to a room.

I'll get a key.

- Book me for one, too.

- I'll help you with him.

He'll be all right.

How about a little snort?

- Don't mind if I do.

- Come along.

- Will he make it?

- Sure he'll make it.

You can't kill off an old jug-wallow

like Dave that easy.

You're right.

I reckon Saint Peter's getting

mighty weary...

dusting off that doormat for him.

- What'll you have?

- Whisky.

Same.

- By the way, how'd you say it happened?

- I didn't.

That's right. You didn't.

The reason I ask,

there were a couple of fellas in here...

that said that Dave was kicking up

quite a ruckus up at Stan's place.

Sheriff Jackson it was, and Bob Clews.

Tough customers, those Clews boys.

It don't pay to start nothing with them

you don't intend to finish.

No.

Say, Doc, they tell me

George is getting out again.

Yes! That's Bob Clews' brother.

Just did a stretch in the penitentiary

for horse stealing.

They string them up for that

where I come from.

Too bad they didn't string Clews up

while they were about it.

- Here's how.

- Mud.

That's a good hand.

What did I tell you?

They got to be big to beat me.

Clint Harolday's luck is good tonight, huh?

They're certainly running for him.

It's about time.

He's taken a beating this last week

that would shake a better man.

Include me out.

- Come on. Can't you take it?

- Not with that kind of luck, I can't.

Besides, I only sat in to oblige.

Come on, Doc.

I still got to take something from you.

No more tonight, son.

How about you, sir? Care to sit in?

I must warn you

that our young friend here...

is holding phenomenal cards.

- Don't mind if I do.

- That's fine.

- This is Pat Fosler.

- How are you?

- Ab Jenkins.

- How are you?

Shorty Davis, and Clint Harolday.

My name is Garvey. Judge Garvey, sir.

I don't believe I got yours.

- Rocklin.

- How do you do, sir? Please sit down.

Anybody got any change?

You won't need any change

in this game, mister.

- I'll let you have some, sir.

- Deal, Ab.

I'm up.

Your bet.

It's open for $3.

- I'm out.

- Raise you $20.

- I'm out.

- Beats me.

Call you for $6.

Dig.

- Table stakes, Clint.

- Not if he wants to dig.

Got you beat.

- Cards?

- One.

One for me.

That queen is dead.

- Or I can take it if I want it.

- Sure, if you want...

but you got to beat my hand

with four cards.

I'm playing these, mister.

I'm not setting in.

Why don't you boys split the pot?

I'm not splitting. I'm betting.

You calling?

Nope.

I'm raising.

Dig.

Let me have some money.

You're in deep enough already, Clint.

I have called for all I've got.

Full house.

Kings up win. That third queen is dead.

Mister, get away from that table

and get out of here.

Maybe from now on you'll know...

a full house beats two pairs,

you four-flusher.

He wasn't armed, Clint.

I don't like to tell men how to play cards

when I'm not sitting in...

but maybe I ought to have spoken up.

That queen was dead, Clint,

and you know it.

When anybody plays poker with me,

they play my game or not at all.

If I was you, I'd hightail it out of here

before he comes back.

- Comes back.

- He's the kind.

I've come for my money.

Sure.

I guess I was wrong about that queen.

Cap's an old gambler,

and he says you were right all the time.

I'm willing to take Cap's word for it

because, as I said, he...

Good night, gentlemen.

Funny thing about that card.

Why, if I'd known for sure

it was dead like Cap said...

He's gone to bed, Clint.

Who are you?

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

Indigestion?

Yeah.

Nice place you got here.

This isn't my place. It's the Sunup Saloon.

Saloon?

Saloon.

See you later.

Saloon.

I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear me.

What do you want?

Looks like you kind of stirred things up

around here last night, stranger.

- Is that what you came to say?

- Nope. Got a message for you.

Somebody wants to see you out front.

Who?

Why don't you go down and find out?

I will.

- What's going on over there?

- Arly Harolday's on the warpath.

I just talked to him.

He ought to be down any minute.

Here he comes now. Watch the fun.

- Your name Rocklin?

- Yes, ma'am.

You took some money

from my brother last night.

- Did I?

- You took it at the point of a gun...

and I'm taking it back the same way.

- You're Arly Harolday.

- Dig!

I was told to say

that your saddle isn't ready yet.

Stop!

Stop or I'll kill you!

Turn around. Turn around!

Whisky.

You lied to me, didn't you?

Don't think I'll forget this,

making a fool of me...

in front of the whole town.

I'll see you at the ranch.

Was that a close shave.

Why, she'd just as soon hit you

as miss you.

You don't know how lucky you were, son.

Why do you think I need this?

Say, that was the funniest thing

I ever saw.

That Arly is madder than a loco heifer.

- You sure get the...

- Get out of here!

You broke it!

That calls for one on the house.

Come on. Come in here.

Who handled Red Cardell's business?

- Judge Garvey.

- Know where I could find him?

He rooms behind his office

across the street over there.

He doesn't usually raise the blinds,

though, until about noon.

- See you later.

- Thanks.

Boy, has somebody come to town.

Come in.

Mr. Rocklin, good morning.

Come in, sir. Come right in.

That was quite a poker game

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