The Desperadoes Page #4

before you come in here, Countess.

Suppose I was taking a bath or something?

If I ever hear of you taking a bath,

I'll start knocking.

- How do you feel, Cheyenne?

- Pretty good.

- Going out again tonight?

- Just down to see my horse.

Does your horse like you to wear a tie?

He hasn't said.

A fella can't be too good to dumb animals.

Aren't you forgetting something?

I'm through carrying it.

It's getting too heavy for me.

You know, I heard a song one night

about the other side of the mountain.

That's where I've been for a long time,

on the other side.

And I want to come back.

- But can you?

- I can try.

They say a man is through

when he develops one weakness, Cheyenne.

You're getting weak.

You'll put your neck in a rope.

I can't help it.

Please get away from here

as soon as you can.

Red Valley's no place for you

to start over again. Get across the border.

I'm Bill Smith now,

I'm not Cheyenne anymore, and I like it here.

You're not Bill Smith,

you're Cheyenne Rogers, you always will be.

You're in too deep to ever get out.

I've been on the other side

of that mountain for a long time.

But I know I never can come back.

Maybe that's the difference between us.

No use getting serious, Countess.

Falling in love with him

is just building up for a quick goodbye.

He's gotta keep on traveling.

Nitro, did you ever want

to live your life over again?

Me? I couldn't stand the excitement

twice in a row.

Cheyenne and I were raised together

in Wyoming.

We went to the same school,

the same church.

We were like brother and sister.

I was gonna be a school teacher.

He was going to raise the best horses

in Wyoming.

You know, I always figured he didn't get

any pleasure out of gun fighting.

Then came the gold strike.

Claim-jumpers moved in on my father's land,

killed him.

I called on Cheyenne for help.

He came, there was a fight.

Some of the men were killed.

From then on, Cheyenne's been

a hunted man, and I'm responsible.

Don't you feel bad.

A fellow with his talent for throwing a gun

shouldn't waste it.

I ought to hit you,

but I'm afraid you'll explode.

- Bill, heading for the barn?

- Hello.

Allison ain't there right now.

I was just going down to look at my horse.

Steve was in to see his horse

little while ago.

Seems like there ain't nothing

more Ionesome than a Ionesome horse.

Except maybe a Ionesome man.

A man don't need to be if the saloon's open.

I just gave up chewing tobacco for rum.

Have a drink with me.

- No, thanks.

- Come on, one little drink won't hurt you.

All right.

Drink hearty, gents. Tonight's my last night.

- Selling out?

- Lock, stock, barrel and goodwill.

I've been building here for 10 years

and keeping dry while I did.

Tomorrow I take my first drink

and start back for Connecticut.

Red Valley's gonna miss you, Dan.

I ain't gonna miss Red Valley.

No, sir, a man's got a big responsibility,

running a place like this.

Keeping friendship and goodwill,

protecting his glassware.

I'm tired of it.

- Good luck to you, Dan.

- Thanks.

Here's to green pastures and no fences.

Hello, Jack. What'll you have?

Nothing but some answers

to a few questions, and from you, stranger.

- I don't answer questions.

- Now, Jack...

Shut up.

You're gonna answer mine.

Now, gents, this is a place for drinking,

not talking.

Name your poison

or I'll have to ask you to leave.

First I wanna know your name.

And speak up real loud

so everybody can hear you.

- Bill Smith.

- Louder.

- Bill Smith.

- Smith, huh?

Now, there's an unusual name.

Where are you from?

All over.

- What do you do for a living?

- Break horses.

You've been doing that one day. What else?

- None of your business.

- I'm making it my business.

You know what I think it is?

It's robbing banks.

I'm not carrying a gun.

Gents, please be friends.

It's a glass house here we're all living in.

Free drinks on the house.

Nothing like friendship and goodwill.

No gun?

That's mighty careless for an outlaw.

I say you robbed the Clanton Bank.

You're just waiting till we get more money

so you can rob it again.

Gents, please! Cut it out!

Gentlemen, please!

Whose bet?

- I'm at $10.

- I raise.

- Aces up.

- No good. Three 10s.

- All right, boys. He didn't fill his flush.

- Two pair.

Gentlemen, I'll have to ask you to leave.

- Raise $20.

- I call.

- What you got?

- Three queens.

The next time I meet you, Smith,

I'm gonna make sure that I...

Let's get along.

- What's on your mind?

- Nothing.

Shame you missed the fight, Steve.

Guess we didn't do the saloon much good.

Look, I thought you wanted to talk to me.

Not talk, Cheyenne, just say goodbye.

- Is that an order, Sheriff?

- Depends on how you take it.

I didn't even have a gun with me tonight.

Next time you meet Lester,

you'll have to kill him.

That's what I was thinking.

Then his three friends, then Red Valley

will have a famous gunfighter.

I thought you could stop here, Cheyenne...

but you can't any more than you could stop

in Wyoming or Colorado.

Maybe you never can stop.

Anyway, I can't let you kill Lester.

I'm saving him.

So if you stay here in Red Valley...

there'll have to be a showdown

between you and me.

- I figure we might as well have it now.

- Suit yourself, Steve.

I can't help myself.

I can't even help Allison

unless I get you out of here...

before she breaks her heart wishing

for something that's not in the cards.

It's tough to leave here now.

I know.

But you couldn't have a better reason

than her.

Or a better reason for staying.

If you're not gone by morning, Cheyenne,

I'll be coming for you.

Nitro's getting the horses.

See for yourselves, friends.

Good American money,

and better than coin in every way.

My, what'll they think of next?

Those bills are light, handy,

don't take up much space.

You can carry a large amount

without attracting attention.

- Is that so?

- You'll see the day come...

when a man wouldn't start out anywhere

without a supply of paper money.

- You don't say?

- Yes, sir.

The only thing you can't do with it

is fill your teeth.

- I guess you're kinda glad to get rid of us?

- I sure am.

That's the way I like to go.

Nobody misses me.

Keep on going this time, will you?

We won't be

running into each other anymore.

Let's not talk about it.

- Hey, what's the hurry?

- Hurry? Did it look like I was hurrying?

- So long.

- Come on, Cheyenne.

Don't worry about me, Countess.

I'll be all right.

You'll never be all right,

you old half-baked dynamite cooker.

Come on, let's go.

Why, what's the hurry?

We're not in any hurry.

- Yes, we are. I just robbed the bank.

- What?

Ride! Come on.

That does it.

Ben, Charley, Marty, Joe, Jim, follow me.

The rest of you cover this end

and get them in case they head back.

It's all over. Come on out

with your hands up and take your medicine.

- Let's shoot our way out of here.

- But we ain't got a chance.

- They're ten-to-one against us.

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