The Last Outlaw Page #3

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As far as we're

concerned it is.

We keep chasing them,

we'll get tired and shot.

Now, the Marshall's

been shot.

He's the one

we signed with.

Need I remind you men

of the reward

That my bank has offered

And the $1000 a head bounty?

Being that you've failed

to capture anyone but Graff

And the outlaws

still have the money,

You get not one dime.

Not one dime.

Come on, boys,

we're gone.

Trash.

Sh*t.

We're wasting

our time here.

Maybe the boys

that stay can

Split the shares of

the ones that left.

How's that?

What'd he say?

Right.

Find out what he said.

Right.

What about the shares of

the boys that were killed?

You can have that.

That include

the Marshall's share?

Sh*t. All right,

Goddamn it.

Yes.

Well, that

could be a deal.

All right,

say we stay.

Who's going to

lead the posse?

You?

May I make a

suggestion, gentlemen?

Hey, Eus,

Seeing as how you're

the leader and all,

Would you like to

enlighten us as to

The whereabouts

of that saloon?

How about it, Eustis?

A shot of whiskey would

be a good pain killer.

I have powerful

thirst. How about you?

Once we hit

the outpost,

We're 20 miles from the Rio

Grande and the border.

You think the posse

would be headed there,

Whats left of them?

There ain't no posse now.

We blew the sh*t

out of them.

They're heading back

to that sorry-ass town.

Whooooo!

Whooooo!

Any of you boys

ever been to Mexico?

Nope.

You?

I haven't, but I've heard

hellacious stories.

Like what?

Them Mexican senoritas, they

got nipples on their titties

About the size of

a confederate silver dollar.

Bullshit!

No way, Potts.

I hear they beg for it.

Is that true,

Eustis?

That might be true.

Well, I don't know

about you boys,

But this is my last job.

I'm gonna retire

down Mexico way.

Use my share to buy me

a nice hacienda by the sea.

Get myself a nice

Mexican woman on one hand,

A bottle of whiskey

in the other.

Plant my feet in the sand

And watch those

long pretty sunsets.

Mexico,

Damn.

Sounds so good it hurts.

Philo,

they got Philo!

Blew his face off!

On the ridge!

Graff.

Boys, ride!

[whistle]

Come on!

F***! I knew it!

All those men

up on the ridge.

They'll shoot every

single o of us.

We should've shot

that f***in' kid!

Money in our pockets.

There's your

first $1000.

Minus a few cents.

I'm gonna cut me

the trigger finger

Off the notorious

horace Philo.

You ain't gonna

touch that boy.

That's one of

my men.

You gonna show him

proper respect.

Graff, let's get

back on the job.

You know what

we gotta do?

We gotta give them

the money back.

Graff don't give a sh*t

about that Goddamn money!

He wants us!

The posse will lay off if we

give them the money back!

Bullshit!

Eustis, Graff ain't nothing

without that posse.

We gotta give

them the money.

Come on.

No, Wills, no!

I got the money!

Oh, sh*t.

I'm gonna kill

the son-of-a-b*tch.

Lovecraft, should we go

and give them some of it?

No!

We're not going

to catch him!

He's got

my Goddamn money!

He's heading straight

for the black gold.

The posse's

up there!

I'm gonna shoot

the son-of-a-b*tch!

Potts, hold up!

Potts, wait!

He'll be that far ahead

when he gets there!

Give it up

Potts!

There goes all

our Goddamn money, Eustis.

Sh*t.

[hissing]

Hey, Graff!

Graff!

Whoa.

Who's that?

It's the money.

Something's wrong here.

I don't like it.

He's given back

the money, by god!

Looks like

a trick to me.

Yeah, wait on it.

Just wait on it.

Wait here.

Careful, boys.

We've been

hit once already.

It's all here.

The money's all here.

We can go back now.

You've done

a great job.

Oh, the money!

You want

the money, sir?

Go get it.

Gunfire!

Let's go!

They hit us again.

I don't see 'em.

They got your boy.

That's McClintock

and the damn money.

The money's

history, boys.

So are you, outlaw.

Leave off him,

Grubb.

Need him to catch

them son-of-a-b*tches

To get

the $1000 each.

F*** 'em.

We blast Graff,

With Philo,

we got $2000.

I'm with Grubb!

Shoot this

son-of-a-b*tch

And get back

for the reward.

That's right.

I say we keep him

alive long enough

To catch them,

then kill him.

What the hell

are you saying?!

Get the whole $8000.

To hell with y'all.

I'm gonna shoot him.

Back up, Grubb!

F*** you.

Sh*t!

That settles that.

Much obliged.

Come on, Potts!

Pleasure.

Ok, Eustis.

Oh! Ow, ow, ow, that hurt!

That hurt!

I saved you.

I saved your asses.

Whoa!

Oh, lucky shot!

Lucky shot!

Come on, Potts!

Hit him!

Stay down, Wills.

Come on, Potts!

All right, Potts.

That's enough!

My Goddamn money.

My Goddamn money!

Kick him over

here, Potts!

Kick him over

here, come on!

Right in the nuts!

You son-of-a...

Son-of-a-b*tch!

Leave my ass

behind, huh?!

Should have

shot the kid, huh?

Should have

shot the kid!

There you go!

All right, Potts.

You can't kill him.

He took

my Goddamn money!

And maybe

saved our skins.

Maybe not.

[singing from a distance]

..Graff had a new gang.

..And he'd hung us all

..To the end of the earth.

..But I was the one

..He wanted.

..This was a private war.

..And I had to take the chance

..That he and I...

..Could find a private truce.

My kind of place.

Whiskey, sir.

It's already

paid for, sir.

Inventory,

Lieutenant.

Ammo.

What is it

you want, Graff?

Philo had 21 52s.

When I threw his skinny

ass over a horse,

He had two left.

The way

I calculate it,

You're all down

to 35 rounds maximum.

Is that right, Graff?

Listen, boy.

The posse's got

more than 2,000 rounds.

I'm trying to

talk to you, Graff.

And I'm trying to

talk to you, too boy.

A leader's got to know

how many bullets his men have.

You're the leader

now, Eustis.

And I want to

make a deal.

You want me to call

the boys off?

What you got

to offer?

I don't know.

I don't know

what to offer you.

You already got

all the money.

You owe me

more than money.

A lot more.

You owe

me evething.

What would it

take, Graff?

I want you to

give me, give me Loomis,

He ain't

no good to you.

Son-of-a-b*tch

wasn't nothing to begin with.

That might do it.

Or how about Potts?

That Potts will give you a

whole belly ache of trouble.

You're the leader.

Give me Wills

Or Lovecraft.

You can't trust

any one of them.

Goddamn one of them is a negro.

The other one

is a fool.

You know I can't

leave anyone.

Think you could stop

me from takin' out

Any one of them son-of-a-b*tches

anytime I want?

There ain't no deal you

can do with me, boy.

We had a deal.

You were

my Lieutenant

And you

turned on me.

You shot me,

Eustis.

You left me

for dead.

Now's the time

for reckonin'.

Here's the deal,

son.

You're the last.

So you make

the best of it.

Sh*t.

F*** it.

Well, what happened?

Where's the bottle?

Where's the whiskey at?

Don't ask

me no questions.

So long as I lead,

you follow my orders, Potts.

Where the f*** are you

going to lead us to?

I said don't

argue with me, Potts.

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