The Lawless Breed Page #4

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How much you got?

I got $1,200.

Well, you're at least

$700 or maybe $800 shy.

I'm very sorry, my boy,

but the scales of justice hang

in a very delicate balance.

There's nothing like money

to tilt it our way.

Now, you be at Sheriff Webb's

office Monday morning.

We'll be waiting there

for you. Good day.

There goes our farm, Jane.

And he's not even sure

he can get me a fair trial.

You got to raise more money,

Wes, to make sure.

You got any ideas?

I got one.

I don't know if it's any good.

That horse of yours,

you said he was fast?

They're holding some races over

in Collin County this week.

I was thinking they wouldn't know

about Rondo. If you're lucky...

I don't think

you should go, Wes.

There'll be drinking,

painted women, gambling.

And there'll be trouble.

Wes.

Please don't go.

I'm not looking

for any trouble, Jane.

The way you wear that gun,

you won't have to look for it.

You'd be safer here.

All right, I'll go

without my gun.

I'll ask Uncle John

and the boys to come along.

There won't be any trouble.

I'm sorry to keep

picking on you.

I know you've had to

give up all your money,

all your plans, because of me.

We need that money, Jane.

And when I get back, Sunday, I want

you to be wearing that wedding dress.

All right, folks,

the third race is a sweepstake,

winner takes all.

All right, boys,

let's get them up to the starting line.

Come on, come on,

let's get them up there.

All right, line

those horses up here, boys.

- Get in line, a straight line.

- Yes, sir.

Turn them around,

get in a straight line.

We're not gonna start this race until

all of them are in a straight line.

Get those horses in a line. I won't start

this race till the horses... Clem, get back!

Get set, go!

Come on, Wes! Wes!

Wes!

Judge,

how much is in the pot for the winner?

How much, Charlie?

Let's see.

That's $385.

Aw, and to think I had to lose

that horse in a crooked deal.

Don't forget, folks,

all bets will be paid off

at Jack Martin's saloon

after the last race.

Hey, you! I'll bet you $500 against

the $385 you can't outrun my buckskin.

You got yourself a bet.

So have you.

Gyp, cool him out.

Hey, Wes, $385 is a lot of money.

You better be...

Put up your money, mister.

Easy come, easy go.

Wes, have a drink on the hearse?

Thanks, Chick.

Hey, Wes.

Well, Rosie.

You come up here by yourself?

No. No, quite a few of us came

up from Bonham today. Oh, yeah?

Including Ike Hanley

and Sheriff Webb.

That's why Chick Noonan

brought along his hearse.

Aw, Sheriff Webb's got

no cause to make trouble.

But Ike Hanley has,

and you're walking around without a gun.

Ah, you're wrong, Rosie. I'm going

back to Bonham and give myself up,

after I get married

to Jane on Sunday.

Yes, you're gonna buy a farm and

settle down and raise horses, huh?

That's right, but there'll always

be a place at the table for you.

You'll make a fine farmer.

And you'll make Jane very happy,

wondering every day when

you're gonna get killed.

Don't worry about it.

I don't know why

I should care about you.

Why do you?

Maybe it's because you and

me are both the same kind.

Living high on the hog today because we

don't believe tomorrow's gonna come.

All right, Preacher's Boy,

have it your way.

Goodbye, Rosie.

Wes.

Yeah?

Take care of yourself.

I aim to, Rosie.

Who's that peacock?

That's Rosie McCoy,

a friend of mine.

Where's she from?

Bonham. She works

for the Hanleys.

You say she's a friend of yours?

The best friend I have,

excepting you.

Hey, what's going on

there, mister?

Just shedding a little weight.

Well, then, I guess we'll shed a

little weight, too. Take her off, Gyp.

Hey, mister, if you're

gonna ride bareback,

you better put some glue on

the seat of your britches.

I'll be all right.

You better get some for him.

He can ride frontward,

backward, sideways,

standing up

and without a bridle.

What's going on here?

This feller fancies

himself a rider.

Yeah, wants to ride

without a saddle.

Oh.

It's all right by me.

Fancy feller, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah.

Here. Here's a hundred and a quarter.

How much money you got?

Hundred and a quarter.

On Rondo.

All right, boys,

let's get them up to the starting line.

Get them even, boys.

I want them even.

Steady, get set, go!

Come on.

Come on, Wes.

Come on, Wes!

Come on, Wes!

Come on, Wes!

Come on, Wes.

Come on, Wes.

$885.

We'll take our money now, judge!

You'll take your money at Jack

Martin's saloon like everybody else

at the end of racing.

Well, well.

We'll get it, anyway.

I tell you I can't

go through with it, Ike.

I've known that boy

all his life.

What you mean is you're scared.

Why not?

He's the fastest draw in Texas.

But he ain't looking

for trouble from you.

Now just handle it

the way I told you.

Yeah.

Suppose he doesn't try

to resist arrest?

Here's $500 that says he does.

Come here.

Take a look.

He ain't even wearing a gun.

Won't be a minute, boys.

Be right out.

- Where do we get paid off?

- Over here.

Over here.

Let me see your tabs.

Want to count it?

Count it, Uncle John.

She's all there.

Got your money, Wes?

I've got it, Sheriff.

Then start walking.

You're under arrest

for killing Gus Hanley.

You're a bit out of your territory,

ain't you, Charlie?

It's legal.

I'm making a lawful arrest.

John, you keep out of this.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

There's no sense in your

arresting me today, Charlie.

You must've talked to Judge Ames.

Ike knows about it.

Never mind the talk.

I'm not looking for any trouble here,

Charlie.

Jane and me are

getting married tomorrow.

I'm not turning myself in

till Monday, like I agreed.

And I'm keeping my word.

Come on, Uncle John.

You're resisting arrest.

Whoa.

Let's get out of here.

We been here long enough!

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going back to Bonham,

like I said.

That's the first place

they'll look for you.

I'm going home to get Jane.

Aw, Wes, why don't you

stop talking like a fool?

You ain't going back

to get nobody.

You're heading right for the Rio Grande,

right now. Ain't that so, John?

Well, if he says he's going back for Jane,

he's going back.

And I'm going with him

to see that he gets there.

It's only a short piece, Uncle John.

I can make it myself.

Boys, go on back to the ranch.

And if a posse comes along,

keep them talking as long as you can

and then send them on the wrong road.

You understand?

Wes, you're hurt!

I'm all right.

What happened?

Charlie Webb tried to shoot me down.

Ike Hanley put him up to it.

I told him I'd turn myself in

after the wedding like I promised,

but he wouldn't listen.

So you killed him?

Yes, I killed him

and Ike Hanley, too.

You're a plague on the earth,

John Wesley.

Sure, lots of people think that.

There's a whole posse of

them after me right now.

But don't start praying for

my eternal soul, not yet.

I'm getting out of here,

clear out of Texas,

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