The Last Hard Men Page #3

You won't be pretty no more.

You know who I am?

My father will kill you.

He will try.

And that's all I need.

Now get up.

Get some riding clothes on.

Get some riding clothes on.

Take that dress off.

Take that dress off!

Now, get out of that dress.

Can you write?

- I asked you if you can write.

- Yes, you bastard, I can write.

- Well, we made it.

- Seems like it.

You sure Provo ain't smarter

than you give him credit for, Sam?

He ain't here, Sam.

God knows where he is,

but he ain't here.

What's the matter, Sam?

Oh, Jesus.

Damn. Blind.

Stupid.

I know it's rough on you, captain.

We all appreciate

what you're going through.

I don't believe it'll be long...

before we find out

which direction they took her.

We're gonna contact

the proper authorities down the line.

We'll cut them off and bottle them up,

and we'll get Susan back.

All without getting up

from behind that desk, Noel?

You're not gonna trip up

the likes of Zach Provo...

with a big-city telephone wire.

He is on horseback.

To get him, you're gonna have to

get on a horse and track him.

The longer you sit talking about it,

the farther he's gonna get.

What's wrong

with calling the governor...

and requesting help from the Army?

Surround this Provo with 1000 troops.

He'd slip through them at night

and be long gone...

while you're still trying

to figure out how he did it.

You think he's just some

raggedy-ass half-breed, don't you?

Well, I have to tell you

he beat me here, on my own ground.

Go on, send a telegram

to Phoenix. Try it.

I'll bet you $ 100

he's already cut the wire.

Hello, Millie? This is Noel. Noel!

I want you to get through

to Bo Simpson, depot.

I'm gonna try to get a line to Phoenix.

Yeah, I'll wait. I'll wait.

I'll tell you where Provo's headed.

He's northbound.

I'm pretty sure where to.

You all do what you want.

I'm gonna get myself provisioned

and get in his track...

and I'm gonna stay there

till I get my daughter back.

And then I'm gonna kill him

and every son of a b*tch with him.

I've got no authority no more

to call out a posse...

but I'd be obliged for company.

Yeah.

Yeah, Bo.

I do indeed.

Well, that line to Phoenix cut out

about 40 minutes ago.

Been a long time

since you go on trail, captain.

That's right, amigo.

Sam.

- I'm obliged to you.

- That's all right, Sam.

I sent two boys up ahead,

scout the flanks of Catalinas.

We might get lucky. What do you figure?

They got four, five hours on us?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm going with you.

We got no place

for greenhorns this trip.

You're gonna have to kill me.

That's the only way you'll stop me.

Captain, one of them horses

had a tiebar shoe.

- More than likely to hold a soft hoof.

- They went on up the canyon, all right.

They ain't making pains

about covering up their tracks.

I told you they wouldn't.

Is Burgade with them?

You don't need to look to know that.

Having second thoughts?

A man who has to think twice

ain't no man.

- How do they look?

- If we don't ride them too hard...

Ride them too hard?

Well, we're gonna have to.

Who has to?

By God, I ain't moving another foot.

What the hell's going on here?

You got us up here on your say-so,

and what've we got for it?

Nothing.

Nothing except that posse down there

and this little girl.

And she don't look like no stake to me.

That's right.

We keep her and they come kill us.

When lead starts slapping

these rocks here...

you figure we're all gonna hide

behind that juicy little butt of hers?

That man that's chasing us down there...

is the man I owe.

And I need your help

to pay off that debt.

We ain't interested.

You interested in $48,000

in Santa Fe Express Gold Eagles?

- What?

- I buried them 11 years ago.

Some of it's down by Castle Butte.

The rest of it's up high on a rim

near Deadskin Rock.

Is that an offer you're making to us?

Four thousand dollars apiece,

that's my offer.

You interested, Shiraz?

Sounds pretty good to me.

Weed?

- Can I trust you?

- Yes.

I believe I can.

- Shelby?

- You don't have to ask me, Provo.

Gant?

Now, hold on. What about him?

He knowed.

He knowed all along, didn't he?

You in or out?

Christ, man, for $4000 in gold,

I'd cut my old man in the town square...

and let the vultures feed

on his carcass.

I'm in, I'm in.

But let me tell you just one more thing.

Around a little woman like that,

you just remember...

we ain't in Sunday school.

Hey, kid, you take care

of her tonight, huh?

Just remember, Shelby,

he didn't give her to you.

She belongs to all of us.

Ain't that right, missy?

Hyah! Hyah!

Provo!

Get her back up on the trail.

Hey, Provo, I was just gonna sleep...

You know, I was gonna sleep

there for a minute.

Oh! What's wrong? Stop it!

Oh, Provo, I'm sorry!

Well, if it ain't Sam Burgade.

How are you, captain?

My God, Dutch, how are you?

Well, could be worse.

Provo?

Provo.

No, thank you, Dutch.

Son of a b*tch came riding through here.

Took my best horses.

Ran the rest of them off.

The boys are out there now

trying to rustle them back.

They had a girl with them.

Yeah, pretty little filly.

- Was she all right?

- I'd say so.

When those boys looked at her,

she looked back at them.

You know what I mean?

Do you know her?

She's my daughter, Dutch.

Oh, Christ.

- Which way they heading?

- Northeast.

Oh, they'll stick with him now.

He'll buy them off

with that Santa Fe gold...

and take them into the reservation.

Just act friendly, keep smiling.

Keep your hands away from your guns.

What if they try to hold us?

They don't know how.

He says there's a spring...

over there across the wash.

Take them over there and make camp,

then you come back.

And Gant...

you keep those pants buttoned.

- Shelby?

- Yeah?

You keep your eye on that girl.

Yeah, I will.

Provo is taking his time.

He'll make out all right.

- He's one of them, ain't he?

- He is, but we ain't.

Hey, Mike...

what say we climb

in that little saddle there?

Provo said no.

Oh, but, Provo ain't here.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

But I am.

You ever see anything

as wet behind the ears as that?

Oh, ho, ho.

Now, you sure you know

how to use that thing, kid?

Yeah, pull this little thing right here.

Well, you just...

Just relax a little bit.

Oh, you little Judas.

You son of a b*tch!

- What are you laughing at?

- He shot you in the ear.

You son of a b*tch, you!

Did you hear the shot? Did you hear it?

Look at that! Kid shot him

in the ear! Look at him.

Thank you.

There it is.

We take your gold.

But we do this only

because you blood brother.

Burgade. Burgade.

Burgade.

All we want is the girl.

We'll make no arrests.

Take no prisoners.

We just get the girl

and leave the reservation.

I don't think you understand.

That girl is his daughter.

We know.

We ain't about to change their minds.

I'm a sworn officer of the law.

As a sworn officer of the law,

I got no authority...

to go on the reservation

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