The Good Guys and the Bad Guys Page #5

He was my friend, Mary.

- He died doing my job.

- I know.

But there are too many of them.

You'll just get yourself killed, too.

Maybe it should have happened

a long time ago.

Men like me and McKay in there,

we've outlived our usefulness.

Why, that is just nonsense.

Why, you're as needed now

as you ever were.

Yeah, that's why the town gave me

that nice, shiny new watch yesterday.

Oh, I'm not just talking about the town.

You're needed here.

I mean, Billy needs you.

You're the only father he's ever known.

And I need you, too.

- Randy?

- Yeah.

You're not gonna desert me, are you?

Not after last night.

My dear, sweet Carmel,

you know, nothing on Earth could

provide me with more pleasure

than spending the entire day with you.

Lolling idly,

partaking of your bountiful fruits.

But consider this.

Would our love be as magnificent

if it flourished

at the expense of Progress' progress?

Could any man ask for more than you?

My sweet, I think not.

You're so handsome.

I wanna tell the whole wide world

how wonderful you are.

Oh, no!

I mean, don't think I don't appreciate

your gesture, my flower,

but I don't need anyone

to blow my trumpet for me.

Besides, I think it would prove prudent

if our mutual respect

remains a private affair.

Oh, by the way.

Your husband,

what time was he expected to return?

Mayor! Mayor! Hey, Mayor!

- We wanna see the killer.

- Yeah, can we go to the jail and see him?

Wait a minute. What...

What's all this killer talk?

We don't have any killer in jail.

The heck there ain't! You know he's there.

The one that shot the old man.

- Grundy, that's his name. Grundy.

- Yeah, that's the one.

We want to see the killer

that shot Grundy.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, boys.

I'll go over and talk to Marshal Boyle.

If he says it's all right,

then we can take a quick look.

I'll be right back.

We want to see him, Mayor!

Or we ain't gonna vote for you!

Little bastards.

Howard!

Howard. Howard.

- Good morning, Turk.

- Well, morning, Mayor.

- The Express on time?

- Last I heard.

Say, Turk, you notice

anything funny going on?

No. No.

- Heard from your wife, Mayor?

- Wife?

Think she's enjoying herself

back in St. Louis?

Yes. Yes, fine. Just fine.

Course I haven't heard

when she's coming back.

See you around, Sam.

You done real good.

Now just sit back and relax.

Mary! Mary.

- Mayor Wilker.

- Yes. Where's Jim?

- Oh, right in there.

- Thank you.

Jim Boy, we're in trouble.

We are in big trouble. Good morning.

What's he doing here?

Well, what the hell

did you expect me to do?

You wouldn't let me lock him up.

Oh, you're right. You're right.

I was a fool not to listen,

a thickheaded fool.

But look that... That's water over the dam.

We can't cry over spilled milk.

Now look, the real problem is,

what are we gonna do now?

They're all over town.

There's one holding a gun

on Turk down at the depot.

- What about your boy, Howard?

- He's gone! Disappeared!

Do they suspect

that you're onto them yet?

Yes, I think... No, I don't think so, no.

Listen, Jim,

we've got to think of something!

- They're gonna rob the bank!

- Oh, no.

I don't think we have

to worry about the bank.

What are you saying?

The way I figure, if they're bright,

they'll have that money

long before it gets to the bank.

Brilliant. Jim Boy, that's brilliant!

Of course, they'll steal

the money en route. Of course.

- Well, how does knowing that help us?

- It doesn't.

Well, we just can't let them

steal the money.

There's an election

coming up in two weeks.

We'll pass out guns, arm the men.

And start a war? You think those people

are gonna re-elect you

if half the town is massacred?

You're right, Jim Boy, you're right.

This is gonna take something special.

Say, why don't you go up on the roof

and pick off a few?

That's something special all right.

That's special enough

to get Flagg's head blown off.

- You shut up, McKay.

- Wait a minute, now, Jim Boy.

Maybe Mr. McKay here

has something constructive to contribute.

There's only one plan

and it's as plain as the nose on your face.

You can't stop them from getting

the money once the train gets into town.

And since they're covering the telegraph,

you can't stop the train

from coming into town.

What you gotta do is stop the train

from stopping in town!

- What? Stop the train from stopping?

- The train just steams right on through.

Fellas down at the depot

would be looking mighty foolish.

But the train will stop, it always does!

Not if somebody boards it

and tells them not to.

A tremendous idea.

That is bold, that is inventive,

it is audacious.

It's worthy of your reputation, Mr. McKay.

I am impressed!

- Well...

- Well, that's the plan, Jim Boy.

We ride out of town, board the train,

just roar right on through.

- What do you mean we?

- Well, of course I'm coming.

You don't think I'd let an opportunity

like this slip by, do you?

I mean, have you any idea

what this can do for my career?

Oh, I can see it now.

Crisscrossing the country,

delivering lectures on law and order.

The need for positive action!

Civic responsibility!

Yes, I could write a book.

I could write a weekly column

syndicated all over the country.

The world.

You know, I could be governor.

Maybe even president.

President Randolph Wilker.

Oh boy, there'd be no stopping me.

- Mr. President.

- Yes?

I should mention something

kind of important.

- Please, go ahead.

- If you're gonna pull this off,

you're gonna have to board a train

at a dead run, and if you ain't careful...

- Dead run, that means while it's moving?

- While it's moving.

If you ain't careful,

you could wind up like Dusty Boggs.

- Dusty Boggs?

- He boarded a train once.

- Oh, what happened to him?

- I don't know.

All we found was a grease slick

along the cinder bed.

You make an excellent point, Mr. McKay.

Yes, I should be more prudent.

I have a whole town to worry about.

If this was for my own safety,

there'd be no hesitation,

but I do have a public trust.

Country's just lost a president.

Tell you what you do, Mr. Mayor.

You go downtown, circulate around,

let yourself be seen,

and just don't let on

that you suspect anything.

- Right, Jim Boy. What are you gonna do?

- Board the train.

- Alone?

- Alone.

Well, what about McKay here?

Why can't he go along?

- Because he's one of them, that's why!

- Not anymore, he's not.

Isn't that right, Mr. McKay?

Yes, ma'am.

As of that old man, Grundy,

I ain't got no ties.

Like I said,

I don't go for unnecessary killing.

Then you'll go together.

There. Now shake.

- Do I have your word this time?

- You got it.

They're partners now in a frantic chase

Determined looks are upon each face

They ride through the trails

of the Ionesome hills

And you know these men are real men

Real men with iron wills

There's just one thought

running through each brain

They won't give up

till they catch that train

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