The Far Side of Jericho Page #3

won't be any different.

Girls, I think I might

be losing my mind.

Jesus, honey, you're as white as a ghost.

I damn near peed on a

sidewinder a while back.

Was it good

for him?

What about tomorrow?

Well, just over the ridge

there's a day's easy riding.

Plains of St. J ude.

Then we'll be

in the Badlands.

Hell, nobody'll follow

us down into that mess.

So, it's cold coffee, hard tack,

and out of here way before sunrise.

Maybe after we lose 'em in

the breaks, we can go home.

You and that

goddamned ranch.

I have no intention of ever

returning to that sh*t hole.

I don't know, Maxine. J ust

remind me of Little Jemmy.

Break my heart every

time I walk out that door.

Whatever.

We have to get away from the posse.

If they catch us, they'll hang us

over a slow fire until our brains boil.

Like the Apache.

You're the only one who

can get us out of this.

Claire, if you can stay sober

enough to ride, we'll be okay.

I'd crawl a mile

to spot that conejo.

Cash.

What are you

doing here, Cash?

Maybe it was your

tears, sweetheart.

I wasn't crying for you.

I was crying for Bridget.

I saw what you did to her.

And so did Little Jemmy,

but he was always too

scared of ya to do anything.

You're a

real bastard!

If you would've kept your face out

of the bottle and the goddamn books.

I woulda died.

I shoulda blown your head off.

What?

What do you want?

I'll tell you what I want

when the right time comes.

H uh. I can't tell you how

much I love the great outdoors.

What happened?

Talking to yourself out there?

I ran into Cash.

Or his ghost.

Or maybe the remains of one

of his farts, I don't know.

I saw Little Jemmy.

Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you people?

Well, you tell us what's right then, dearie.

We know

what we saw.

You ain't seen Frank?

No, but I think I saw his daddy's

buffalo rifle that he always carried.

Maybe that's

a ghost.

Well, there you go.

There you go.

Jesus.

Maxine.

Wait up a minute.

Haven't we gone

far enough?

Okay.

They're two days

behind you.

And probably

out of whiskey.

J ust keep ridin' west into

the sunset and you'll be okay.

I'm going back.

I have to.

I may be a drunk but I

own one third of that ranch

and you can't

have it.

I'm going

back anyway.

All right. I'll give you my

third if you get us out of here.

I didn't take you

to raise, damn it.

If I was gonna take somebody to raise,

it wouldn't be an ex-whore and a drunk.

What about it?

No!

You can't just

leave us here.

Follow the cattle trail. It'll

take you down to the canyon.

Go downstream,

turn right,

and you'll find a mining camp

where you can catch the stagecoach.

Good luck, ladies.

Good luck yourself.

And when they find our

bodies, come and get us.

Assuming you're

still breathing.

I thought we were

in it together.

The only reason we were

together was because of the boys.

Gang.

There's only

two of 'em.

What do you

think, partner?

Looks like they got better than a

day now on the sheriff and his posse.

Whichever way they go, they'll

run into Cordejo Canyon.

Hold it right

there, ladies.

What's your problem?

Where's the other one?

She ran away.

Not too far,

I hope.

Wouldn't you

like to know?

Actually, not. I think we got

all we need here. Don't we, David?

Dang it!

Better use whiskey

next time, buddy.

She's a hell of a lot

tougher than you guessed.

What about that one?

She'll know where

the money is.

This one ain't got the sense

of a rabid coon.

Oh, f*** it. Let's kill her

first, ask questions later.

You might wanna

reconsider that, cowboy.

You got one chance

to put it down.

I think I'm gonna believe you. B*tch.

Make that

M rs. Thornton.

And let's see how fast you can

disarm, disrobe and disappear.

What?

This is not

a conversation.

Claire.

Keep goin'.

Down to the skin.

You see that third

ridge over there?

Over there?

I can see you every step

of the way from here.

Once you get there,

I promise I won't put a

round in your corrupt melon!

Jesus!

I'll die.

Move at night, chew rocks, good luck.

Get going!

Lay her down here.

Easy.

How can we

get back?

We gotta fix this

lady before she dies.

Get all the prickly pear we can

find and all the water we can spare.

Prickly pear?

What for?

We've gotta peel them and cover

her with as much as we can.

If she can't ride

tomorrow, she could be dead.

They were here all night,

boss, but they're moving fast.

Probably a day

behind 'em.

I put you in charge of this rabble.

At daybreak, get 'em up and get 'em movin'.

And if you can't, I'll get somebody who can.

We'll catch 'em

tomorrow.

Yeah.

We better.

All right!

Listen up!

My man here

will confiscate

every last drop of spirits

in this gathering.

And if you resist, he has my

permission to break your f***in' arms.

And I will personally shoot

any man who tries to leave.

U nderstood?

Don't think that's

quite legal, boss.

Shut the f*** up. And help

the frog gather the bottles.

And when you're done, you,

get some f***in' firewood.

What about

my clothes?

F*** your wardrobe.

Get your ass moving.

What if the women don't

know where the money is?

Oh, they know.

And I can't wait to bring that

b*tch, Maxine, to her knees.

Hey, boss. We can't be hurting no ladies.

Put a silk sock

in it, froggie.

What's that

you're doin'?

Learned it from a Comanche

Chinese trail cook.

Always worked

for me.

Shoot.

That's a fever. She needs more prickly pear.

And some tea and a taste of whiskey.

It's in my bag.

Not too much.

You have to

ride tomorrow.

Which means you have to stop drinking.

All right.

All right, I will. I promise.

I've got somethin'

that looks like that.

Me, too. Looks like a piece of a map.

When it's daylight, maybe

we should put them together.

Perhaps our esteemed husbands

were tryin' to tell us something.

No more drink.

No more drink.

We bring

anybody else

who's ever been

here before?

Yeah, Peacock.

He'll search for gold

in an old sh*t house.

You'd be surprised how much

gold a man could find in sh*t.

What can I do

for you, boss?

Where're they headed,

them damn women?

Headed up in the breaks.

They gonna come out on the rim

which leads

to nowhere.

Or they can go to the salt flats

and then we'll find their bodies.

But I'd guess they'd hit the

mountain fork come out on the Verde.

When?

Tomorrow afternoon,

the earliest.

Could we beat

them there?

Not in that

mule cart, pardner.

F***in' hemorrhoids

and more partners.

I could shoot you in the f***in' leg, buddy.

Yeah, you could miss.

You might kill me.

They didn't kill me at

the Battle of Wilderness.

So I ain't all

that easy to kill.

You get there

before they do,

and I'll make it

worth your while.

Since you're the banker, why don't

you just give me a small deposit?

We've gotta get her up and into a shirt.

She'll sh*t.

Better.

At least she's not

peeling anymore.

And the fever's down.

What's this?

Comanche opium.

Can you ride?

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