The Desperadoes Page #7

If your horse falls in the front

of them wild critters...

it'll be your last ride.

I'll run them into town

and I'll lose myself in the herd.

You're still crazy.

They'll be waiting in the street,

but not for long.

The stampede will soon clear it.

Yeah? What happens next?

I get to the jail and Steve gets out.

Then what?

I don't want to tell you the end.

You might lose interest.

- Hi, Jerry.

- Hi, Smith.

I thought you were breaking horses

at the corral.

I decided to take a little vacation.

You need some help bringing them in?

Sure thing. The last couple of miles

are always the hardest.

It'll go fast for you.

Do you think they'll come?

If they do, they'll think they've run

right into the middle of Custer's last stand.

What are you carrying the hardware for?

They'd have crossed the border by now.

You better stay inside.

There's liable

to be some lead flying tonight.

Go on, all right. Don't worry.

- Who's there?

- It's Amos. Open the door.

Leave the door unlocked.

If he comes in, we'll make it easy for him

to get a belly full of lead.

Blackie, you watch the back door.

Stampede!

Bill!

Here's a gun, Steve.

I'm coming in the back way.

Get to that back door.

Drop that shotgun, Blackie.

Don't believe me?

Let's get out of here.

Open that door, I'll blast you.

Come in, Cheyenne.

All right, open it.

Where do we go from here?

After Clanton. You want him and Lester.

Clanton? You sure?

Yeah, Lester told me last night.

Think what we can do with $80,000.

I'm beginning to understand. I wouldn't

walk around the corner with you...

you murdering crook.

I didn't think you were

such a sentimental fool, Countess...

like the rest of the yokels in this town.

- You can't get away with this.

- Can't I?

I've heard about rats

deserting sinking ships...

but this is the first time I ever seen one.

Get out of my way, Uncle Willie.

You got me scared, but not for $80,000.

Get out of my way.

Let go.

- Quit.

- Just let loose of my arm. Let go!

- Let go, I tell you.

- No, I won't.

No, please, Mr. Lester. Don't come in!

- Get out of the way. Get back there.

- Put up your guns.

Put up your guns. No shooting.

Please, Mr. Lester, it's all new glassware.

- Shut up.

- Drinks on the house.

There she goes again.

Duck! Get out of the way, will you?

Hit the floor!

Watch out, Cheyenne.

Friendship.

There they are!

We'll have a couple of legal hangings

right here and now.

- Get them, boys!

- Wait a minute.

Nobody's going to be hanged.

The men that should've been

are beyond that now.

- What do you mean by that?

- Don't listen to him.

Get them while you got a chance.

Take it easy.

Especially you, Judge.

That's better.

Cheyenne's got a little story he's gonna tell,

and I want you to listen real careful.

Boys, I just caught Stanley Clanton lighting

out of town with the money from the bank.

I had to shoot him, and before he died,

he confessed.

He was in cahoots with Jack Lester

and robbing his own bank.

Here's all your money.

Do you, Bill Smith...

take this woman

to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

And do you, Allison McLeod...

take this man

to be your lawful wedded husband?

I do.

I pronounce you man and wife.

What God has joined together

let no man put asunder.

Well, go ahead and kiss her.

Give her a little smack.

Dad.

- Mrs. Smith, best of luck to you.

- Thank you.

Well, wasn't it worth it, Willie?

Sure. I'm glad I confessed.

How was Bill gonna get a fresh start,

or Allison be made happy...

if I didn't clear the whole thing up?

And you ain't gonna be ashamed

of that honesty, Willie.

No, sir. Why, you're gonna get a quick,

fair, legal trial...

and not a day more than 20 years.

That's mighty fine of you, Judge.

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