The Lawless Breed Page #5

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Jane and me.

We'll get that farm, Jane,

just like I promised you. Then we'll...

Sure, I know, the place with the

white painted fence, the green grass

and the water all year round.

I don't believe that

anymore, Wes.

I don't think you believe it.

No. You'll never have

that place. Not now.

You'll never have more than six

feet of ground. Jane, listen.

Because you'll never

stop killing.

I never killed a man

except in self-defense.

Why did you kill Gus Hanley?

I told you! He tried to kill me first!

And Dirk Hanley?

He came looking for me.

Jane, we haven't got time.

Uncle John's waiting on the

other side of the crick.

What are you trying to prove?

That you're above the laws of man and God?

Not God, not his laws.

Your laws, your whip.

But you never made me crawl.

I was never afraid

of you or any man.

No, you're not afraid of anyone

so long as you have a gun,

so long as you can kill!

You talk like him.

If you'd come away with me when I wanted,

if he hadn't interfered,

there wouldn't have been

any more killing.

There'll always be more, Wes, because you'll

always have to prove you're not afraid.

You'll always have

to kill to prove it.

Ah, you're talking crazy.

How do you feel when you kill?

Do you feel bad

or do you feel good?

Do you feel good, Wes?

Tell me. Tell me!

I stayed too long.

Wes Hardin.

Don't open that door.

What would you do?

Shoot me down, too?

Who is it?

Bud Jenkins.

I'm the Marshall.

Sheriff Webb's been killed.

We've got a posse around the place.

We want Wes Hardin to come out

or we're coming in after him.

Get away from the door.

Don't, Wes. Don't.

Put up your hands,

Hardin, and come toward us.

I'm staying right here.

I killed Ike Hanley and

Charlie Webb in self-defense

and you all know it.

You killed an officer of the law

during the performance of his duty.

You killed him

while resisting arrest.

What are you gonna do, Wes?

If they catch me,

they'll string me up without a prayer.

I'll try to make the crick.

I'll cover for you.

Go on upstairs, Joe.

I'll try and make it through the back door.

Pa! Pa!

I heard the shots, Wes.

Sure looks like you stopped some of them.

Let's get over here.

If I tied you on the saddle,

you'd bleed to death before we went a mile.

Over here. That's it.

Get down there. There.

Here's his horse.

I'll be right back as soon as I can, Wes.

You'll be all right, boy.

Tell Jane I'm all right.

He's not around here.

He must've taken to the hills.

Hang on, Wes,

this is gonna bite.

Where are we?

We're in the Territory

heading for Kansas.

No.

No, we're going to Bonham.

I told Jane

I was coming back for her.

You can't go back

to Bonham, Wes.

I told you I was

going back to get her.

No, Wes, no.

There's no need for you to go back.

Jane's dead.

They killed her.

They couldn't get me

so they killed her.

Yeah, and if you go back,

they'll get you.

Morning, gentlemen.

Good morning, Captain.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Captain, our readers want to know how,

in actual practice,

the Rangers can succeed

in enforcing the law

where the present

sheriffs and marshals fail.

Well, in a practical sense,

the importance of a police agency like

the Rangers can best be illustrated

by this man Wes Hardin.

This notorious killer has escaped

apprehension for six years

simply by hopping

from county to county.

But with the Rangers, they can pursue

him anywhere on a statewide basis

and, with a little help

from the Governor's Office,

can go beyond the boundaries of

Texas and bring this man to justice.

Yes, Duncan?

Gentlemen, you can tell your

readers we'll bring in Wes Hardin.

Sure, Captain, but when?

When? They'll read about it

in the papers.

Rosie?

Rosie.

What is it? Where's my boot?

I can't find my boot.

Here it is.

Maybe you better hang it on

your watch chain.

Yeah. Guess I'll have to.

Going out to look for a card game?

Mmm-hmm.

Saloon on the corner

seems lively enough.

Where's my money?

Pretty thin bankroll.

Yeah.

Well, it won't always

be like this, honey.

Running all the time,

living with riffraff.

Rich in the morning,

poor at night.

Someday were gonna have that farm.

Sure, Wes, the farm.

With green grass

and white painted house

and water that runs

all year round.

You wouldn't take that farm if

somebody put it in your lap

tied up in ribbons.

Why wouldn't I?

How many times have you had

enough to buy a farm twice over?

We had $3,000 in Waco.

And there was a time in Houston

when you were 8,000 ahead.

But did you ever even

look at a farm, Wes?

What are you trying to say?

I'm trying to say I don't

like your fancy dream.

You hang on to it because it makes you feel

better than the gamblers, the riffraff.

Maybe even better than me.

And I don't want you

to feel better than me, Wes,

'cause I love you the way you are,

the way you really are.

One of these days,

I'm gonna surprise you, Rosie.

I'm gonna win me a wagonload of money.

Then we'll settle down.

Might even do it tonight.

Feeling lucky.

Good. You might win enough

to pay for dinner.

And if I don't?

We'll eat anyway.

Grandma, what would

I do without you?

Oh! Why, you pig.

I'll be back for supper.

When did

Mr. Swain check in?

Last night.

Thank you.

Who was the nosy Parker?

From the sound of him,

I'd say he came from Texas.

What did he want to know?

All about you and your brother.

He's probably a business

friend of my brother's.

Then your brother must be doing

business with the Texas Rangers.

I saw a star under his coat.

Raise 200.

I'll call.

Wes. Oh, Wes,

a man just stole my diamond ring.

He's still at the hotel.

Hurry, before he gets away.

Sorry, gentlemen.

I hate to leave in the middle of a game,

especially when I'm ahead.

Oh, wait a minute,

I've got three kings.

I'm sorry, three aces.

Wes, Wes, never mind

the money. My ring. My ring.

I'll be back, gentlemen.

What is it?

Wes, the Rangers, they're here!

What would the Rangers

be doing in Kansas?

I don't know, but there's one of

them at the hotel looking for you.

Get out of here, Rosie.

There's gonna be some shooting.

No, Wes, no.

Go back to the hotel.

What is it, Rosie?

All the time we've been here and

you won't even bother to unpack.

Or hang up the curtains.

Complaining about

your housekeeper again?

Yes.

Listen, Wes,

I was born on a farm.

My father marched away

from a farm,

tall and brave in

a fine new uniform.

I never saw him again.

My mother died on a farm,

giving birth to his son.

I saw plenty of farms

after that, too.

People sweating and digging

their lives away.

I saw them slaving so they could save

up a few pennies for that rainy day.

It never rains, Wes, it pours.

It doesn't have to be that way.

Well, that's how it is.

If the weather doesn't get you, the

grasshoppers do, the taxes or the mortgage.

Or the State of Alabama starts a

war with the State of Georgia,

and you get killed by some fool

bullet meant for a general.

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