The Comancheros Page #3

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You don't. I do.

No good. I go where these guns go.

- Why?

- You're the only partner I got.

Or will have.

If anything happens to

you, I'm out of business.

That's right. So nothing better

happen to me, huh, partner?

So wrap yourself around

your half of this jug

and we'll go out on

this town and celebrate.

# Now the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing

# The breeze is sighing

# The night bird's crying

# Far away 'neath the stars

# Her love is sleeping

# While Red Wing's weeping

# Her heart away

How'd you like that, darling? Hearing

my voice sound like a golden trumpet.

Come on, you swamp-toed jungle

rat! Let's get ajug up here.

All right, all right. Don't

get bored. I'm bringing it.

Not that stuff! The good stuff.

- This is the good stuff!

- You think me and my partner are blind?

Just walk slow, boys. Go home

to your firesides bright, huh?

- You shoot pretty good drunk.

- Better drunk than sober.

You know what the secret it?

Soothingness. That's

right. Soothingness.

You see something I don't see?

No, sir. I don't see nothing.

- You're looking at my scalp, huh?

- No, sir. I ain't.

Well, I still got it, no thanks to you.

And right up here on top where it counts.

If you don't like it, you

can do something about it.

I like it! Very much.

You like it very much? Maybe

I can fix yours the same way.

Beat it.

- What'd you do that for?

- Soothingness, partner.

- Good old McBain. Partners.

- Partners.

Share and share alike.

And by that crimson settin'

sun Peace come to Forest Glade

And of the redskins there was

none For history had been made.

Partner. You win.

You fight a good fight,

Ed. I gotta give you that.

A little quiet around here. Why don't you

and me go someplace we can have some fun?

- Get a steak.

- Good idea.

# Oh, the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing

# On pretty Red Wing

# The breeze is sighing...

McBain.

I'm only as drunk as I

wanna be, same as you.

Right, partner.

How we gonna round out the evenin'?

- Cigar?

- Thank you.

Why don't we dig up those

guns and go sell 'em?

Not yet, McBain. Not yet.

We gotta grow on each other

a little more, partner.

But I got one rule. Never go

to bed without making a profit.

Did you give any thought

to that game back there?

Let's give it a try.

All right, men. Ante up, please.

Room for two more?

For more men and more money if

you don't mind being separated.

I might as well warn

you boys I'm a bad loser.

I'm Ed McBain.

- All right.

- Bill Kane.

- My name's Garth.

- And my name's Tully Crow.

And the name of the game is

five-card stud. Cough up the dues.

Cut the cards if you're a traveller.

Good luck to everybody.

See you.

- Three queens.

- You're sure lucky tonight, brother.

You can't keep from winning

tonight, can you, partner?

They've been runnin' pretty good.

But not for me. Seems least a man can do

is let his partner win one now and then.

- You couldn't win one if he let you.

- How is that?

- You play too wild, mister.

- Man's right.

- Luck ain't got a thing to do with cards.

- Not the way those cards was being dealt.

Now, you better do a

little beggin' your pardon.

What for? I don't mind losin'. I

just like to have a run for my money.

- I'll give you your money back.

- Don't do me no favours.

Just try dealin' a hand

straight next time around.

- No call for that kind of talk, mister.

- You better watch your step, brother.

Let's remember we're gentlemen.

Forget it. He's just spittin' out

words to see where they splatter.

You think I miss much? You think

I didn't see that look you passed

to this cold-footed, slippery-fingered

gentleman on my right when you sat down?

How many partners you

got in this game, partner?

That's whisky talking, Crow.

You know better than that.

Whisky don't muddle me none.

And you better remember that next time

you run your thumb over them cards.

There ain't gonna be no

next time. I'm gettin' out.

- Give the change to the swabber.

- No, you ain't out. Not till I say so.

Time we both quit, Crow.

You don't like losing to me and

I don't like winning from you.

Nobody's dropping out

till I get my money back.

Mind a suggestion, friend?

The trouble is you don't enjoy

the game for its own reward.

Stimulation, relaxation,

pleasant association and

the interesting conversation.

Shut your mouth.

Keep your seat. Don't cut in on this.

Crow, this isn't gonna get

any better picking at it.

I don't want any quarrel with you.

We got a deal. That's more important.

And, like I said, I'll

give you your money back.

- But I'm walking out.

- You're gonna sit down.

You're gonna play poker.

It might take me longer to get it

back that way, but you got time.

You took it quick enough.

We'll talk about that in the morning.

McBain, you try walkin' out on

me now and see how far you get -

deal or no deal.

You need me as much as I need you, Crow.

Give that some thought.

Self-defence, McBain.

My name ain't McBain,

and you're under arrest.

Thanks for not giving me away, but...

he's dead now. It doesn't matter.

- How do you know you killed him?

- There wasn't time not to. On your feet!

Give me that peashooter.

Unlock 'em.

I know you know how

to handle one of these.

Dig.

- Dig what?

- A hole.

Don't worry. It's for

takin' somethin' out.

You haven't asked why

I use the name McBain.

Well, you're still a ranger,

so you were working undercover.

Maybe you think you'd have been better

off if you'd have just told Crow who I was.

Maybe.

Be glad you didn't. Then

I'd have killed you both.

Well, he made that easier than I would.

Yeah. He was fast.

Fairly.

Fill that up again.

What for?

You wouldn't want someone to fall in

there and break their neck, would ya?

Fill it up.

# Oh, the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing

# On pretty Red Wing

Well, it's not the

moon shinin' out here.

It's the sun and it's

hot. It's real hot.

Not back here. It's real cool.

Too bad there's not room for both of us.

If you'll permit me a statement.

This is very uncivilised.

Well, now, Monsewer,

that's something nobody

ever accused me of - being civilised.

Especially people who

bend shovels over my head.

I presume you won't

take my word of honour

that I would behave if you

permit me back in the wagon.

You presume right.

# Oh, the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing

# On pretty Red Wing

# Da da da-da da

McLain! Have the men roll up

their blankets and saddle up.

We move out in ten minutes.

- Hello, Jake!

- Hello, Bender.

Whoa!

- Hi, Tobe.

- Captain Jake.

- Carson.

- Hi, Jake.

- What's all the ruckus about?

- About 200 Comanches on the Upper Brazos.

Ow!

Major Henry has a patrol

out warning the ranchers.

- That thing hasn't healed up yet?

- Partly.

- It'll be all right.

- You can take it.

Who's that?

Monsewer, you haven't got

the sense of ajack rabbit.

Letting hot horses drink. Keep 'em away

from the water till they've cooled out.

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