The Far Side of Jericho

Ladies!

Ladies.

They're hangin' your husbands at noon.

They're bringing in

the Thorntons.

They're the ones

that got our money.

They got the Thorntons.

I had my life savings

in that bank.

Make way, boys.

Hang 'em!

If we don't water these animals,

we'll end up walkin' to town.

The bank in Dutchman's.

How could they?

So close to home.

I don't believe it.

Charlie said the banker's daughter got

her head blown completely clean off.

Better prepare

ourselves.

I've never seen three people

hang at once. Two maybe.

Once time over

at J udge Parker's tree,

but they were I njuns,

so that don't count.

Go back to the ranch, lock the

gate and hang tight, Charlie.

This is no time for those stolen steers

or those Army mules to go visiting.

You don't know

they're stolen.

We sure married

into a den of thieves.

I think of 'em

as highwaymen.

And bank

robbers now.

Rock of ages

Cleft for me

Let me hide

Myself in thee

Let the water

And the blood

From thy wounded

Side which flows

Not the labor

In my hands

Could fulfill

Thy law demands

Told you,

my darling Greta,

we'd see the dead faces of the

men who took your life from me.

I'd hustle up some more ice there,

M r. Van Damm, if I were you.

Looks like it's gonna be

hotter than hammer today.

I got a. 44 ball

in my foot.

Any a you gals got a drink

of whiskey for Little Jemmy?

Thank you.

Oh, hell,

that ain't right.

This ain't right,

Preacher.

Hanging a wounded

man like this.

You'll be out

of pain soon, trash.

You all know

Little Jemmy Thornton.

And all of you know that

this young man's single fault

was not his skill

with a running iron.

Or occasionally road-mining a stagecoach.

But his failure to avoid low companions.

He was always fair and

generous with his friends.

Always a smile

on his face.

And a whistle

on his ruby lips.

And we know he'd never do a thin' wrong.

Oh, please Lord.

Open that safe or I'll

split this child

like a spring hog.

I told ya.

The combination don't come until

tomorrow on the payroll stage.

There's nothin'

I can do.

Everybody knows that Cash

Thornton never killed a man.

Kiss my little brother's dead a**hole

and goddamn

your lyin' eyes.

Praise the Lord, boys!

When the man shows up in

hell with a curse on his lips,

Satan smiles.

Don't fight me. This ain't your first time.

You have no

cash in your pocket.

No, but I got this.

Little Jemmy's gonna kill you,

Cash Thornton.

One to go.

I know that Frank Thornton

might deal a second now and then.

And he might put his brand

on someone else's calf.

But I know he was always a gentleman.

Jake? Do something, you

custle-gutted son of a b*tch

or I'll blast your brains in the dirt.

Goddamn it, Maxine. No need

to point your pistol at me.

You used to be a decent woman 'til you

started hanging around with this trash.

Takes trash

to know trash.

All right, folks, it's all over. Go home.

Their wives might know

where the money is.

The boys always did brag about

a stash they had somewhere

when they'd get drunk and

shoot their mouths off.

My fee,

M r. Van Damm.

Money is a seducer.

And the Lord works

in mysterious ways

but not without cash.

Preacher,

make damn sure

Greta makes it

to consecrated ground.

Well, Tucson. Or Agua

Piage is very, you know,

depends on the weather. She'll

have a good, Christian burial.

Concentrated ground.

Our men, too.

Whoa!

What the hell

was that?

I don't want Greta riding in

the same wagon as her killers.

It won't happen.

Hell, Van Dam.

I heard it was your teller that

killed your beautiful daughter.

Come on,

goddamn it.

Oh, my God.

Greta?

Greta?

Those sons of b*tches

stole all the money in town.

They ain't giving it back now.

They didn't even

kill nobody.

Move it out.

What now?

Kiss the bastards goodbye

then have a drink

might be traditional

at this point, I think.

I ain't gonna kiss

no dead man, honey.

Come on.

Let's go.

Why the hell didn't you

worthless idiots do somethin'?

She coulda

killed me.

You don't say

nothing to me.

That damn woman could shoot the

hairs off a frog's ass at 40 steps.

Frogs ain't got

no hair!

I want you,

two a**holes,

to get up to the Thornton

place and keep an eye on things.

Maybe those whores do

know where the money is.

Now get!

They were just lying

there, drunk.

Around the campfire.

Playing poker.

That little one,

he tried to run.

But he didn't run too good

with a. 44 slug in his foot.

My Little Jemmy never

ran from nothin', damn it!

He had rabbit turds

in his boots, lady.

Drinks around!

Whiskey's on us, boys.

Son of a b*tch better hope I

never meet him in a dark alley.

What will you do? H ump

the poor devil to death?

Enough.

Girls? All of us chipped in for the bottle.

You best take it home

to do your grievin'.

Not a bad idea.

We could run those Army mules on the ring.

I forgot about them. Maybe we should

go back and take care of business.

Absolutely.

Long as they think we

know where the money is,

they'll be coming after us sooner or later.

We don't know

anything.

Our dear departed husbands didn't

have the sense to stash any money.

Let's get

outta here.

I'm going

back to bed.

Let me just

pee first.

Hey, honey.

How 'bout a kiss?

Wash the grief

right out of ya.

Not a chance.

You used to do the whole number for $5.

That was before I was a

married woman. I'm a widow now.

But I'll tell

you what.

I'll piss on your foot for

free if you don't move it.

How come those idiots never

stole anything worth a sh*t,

and when they did they forgot

to tell us where they hid it.

Let's go.

So you

Pinkerton boys,

were bringing a stallion back from Mexico

when you ran

into the gang, huh?

Dead drunk and

pissin' in their boots.

Saw the bank's bag. We

figured they were dirty.

Playing poker

with stolen cash.

This state senator

out of Waco, Texas,

he paid a king's

ransom for that horse.

Some greaser

stole him.

Reward's a

pretty penny.

We figured somebody'd pay

to have those boys back.

You didn't notice the rest

of the bank loot, did you?

J ust what we

brought in, sir.

We pressed 'em a bit,

especially the little one.

He cried and blubbered

but wouldn't give it up.

They probably

stashed it some place.

Of course it's none

of our business.

It's a long ride to Waco and not

much there when you get there.

But Dallas ain't

too far away.

Hot water, clean sheets, and lazy whores.

Them boys

are professional.

Professional what? I didn't

see the rest of the money.

Well, if the Thorntons

stashed it,

I'll find it.

Maxine?

I wish you wouldn't talk so

hard and mean about our men.

I'm sorry, Bridget.

I know you loved Jemmy.

Question is,

what will we do now?

Well, we've got a good piece of

ground and it's free and clear.

We'll have to fight

to keep it.

Maybe if we don't run,

they won't chase us.

And if they do chase us, we'll

just shoot their little nuts off.

Hey, Bridget, where's

that horse pistol a yours?

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