The Left Handed Gun Page #2

Mr. Bonney, you can

depend on Mr. Moultrie.

Mr. Bonney.

I want you to know how sorry I

feel about your late employer.

He was a gentleman. We had

men like him in the South.

I didn't fight in the war.

I was sickly.

Keep it coming. I want

to hear it up in my room.

- How far to Madero?

- One night.

- State your name.

- Garrett.

- How's that?

- Garrett. Pat Garrett.

Bonney.

Little case of the quick jump.

Somebody gonna get

his head clipped off.

Garrett. Pat Garrett.

- Who's he?

- William Bonney.

One of the Tunstall boys.

- You'd think they'd have more respect.

- Respect?

Mr. Tunstall was laid

to rest this morning.

Cut that thing off!

Rally around the flag!

Tie me down!

- Rally around the flag!

- Rally around the flag!

Oh, man, you really

took a bite out of me.

Draw a woman.

At that funeral, I listened.

I heard flies on the window pane,

and then I heard voices mumbling.

Brady and Morton.

I got all four names.

You don't know?

I know.

Sheriff Brady, Mr.

Morton, Moon and Hill.

The sheriff?

- You can't.

- I can.

You can't shoot a sheriff.

- They call in the U.S. Marshal.

- They hang you.

They shot Mr. Tunstall,

nobody hangs them.

Oh, I don't want to.

You go. Go on. Blow their

heads off, I don't...

I got me some money. I got a

belly. I wanna go to Madero.

Now.

Charley, Mr. Tunstall was your friend.

- He was my boss.

- Tom?

He was my friend.

But he hardly said more

than 10 words to you.

He gave you that book

that you always read.

I read it. I can read.

I know that. But

that's all he gave you.

No, we belong to him.

He paid our wages.

Wages don't make it right

to go out and kill for a man.

Go to the law.

Go to Brady?

Go to Sheriff Brady?

- You ain't the law.

- Now I am.

They used their law to keep

Mr. Tunstall's herd out.

They shot him down blind.

- Charley?

- No.

It's still murder.

- It's against the Bible.

- No.

They did the murder.

- Now, wait...

- Mr. Tunstall was unarmed.

Never carried a gun.

That's right.

Murder.

Charley?

No, sir.

No, sir.

You gonna let them go free?

Ought not to.

No, sir. Ought not to.

Here's the sheriff's office.

Brady and Morton

gonna ride down here...

...to check the prisoners.

There's McSween's house over there.

We wait here and here.

When they get there, we stop them...

You there, get back!

Get back.

Brady.

I know you. And you too, Morton.

You killed Tunstall.

You sat up there in the

rocks and you murdered him.

Well, I'm calling you, you hear me?

You been called.

Throw that away. What

did you touch him for?

Get Bucky. Ride out to the

herd. Get Bucky and tell the men.

- Come with me, Billy.

- I gotta get McSween.

Come on. Go.

I saw that kid from that

hotel and Tom Folliard.

- Where? How many of them?

- More was behind the fence!

Tunstall's men. They must

be holed out at McSween's.

They gotta be at McSween's.

We'll get every one of them.

Don't kill the sheriff

and get away with it!

They're all holed up at

McSween's! Let's burn them out!

- Burn them out!

- Everybody get a torch.

We'll burn them out.

William, Hill, get some

more men on the way.

- Come on, burn them out.

- Where's McSween?

- Where's McSween?

- He's in the house.

- Come on, burn them out!

- Burn them out!

Burn them out!

- McSween.

- What's wrong?

- Get out of here.

- What happened?

They're coming here after us.

- Brady, I shot him.

- Shot Brady?

- And Morton. Got them both.

- Killed them?

You murdered them!

Get back!

- Get down! Get out of here!

- Get away from me!

Get away!

The piano!

The piano. Her piano. My wife.

- Go! Get out!

- Leave me be!

My wife! My wife!

Ben! Ben!

Oh, God, Ben.

Ben. Ben.

What are you doing? Let go of me!

Let go!

Ben! Ben! Ben!

Help me! Ben!

I'm sorry. Oh, God.

Oh, Ben. Ben, I'm sorry!

Where's the law?

Oh, Ben.

McSween?

- The boy?

- The floor caved in.

Hey, Billy.

Bucky wouldn't come.

He wouldn't listen.

None of them.

Your arm.

McSween's house.

I got some clothes in my pack roll.

I got two of them. I got two of them.

You lay still, now. I'll get

some grease for that burn.

Don't touch it, now.

It's stuck to your...

Stuck to your arm.

We got two of them.

We got two of them.

Just lay still.

We'll hide out for a couple of days, then

we'll head north for the farm country.

No. Get me to Saval.

- Who?

- Saval. He's a gunsmith down in Madero.

Charley's down in Madero.

I'll take you to Madero.

Garrett. Pat Garrett.

Bonney.

- Looks like you got nine lives.

- Got eight left.

You're hurt bad. Come on,

let me give you a hand.

- No, you get me to Saval.

- The gunsmith.

- We got a doctor.

- He don't want no doctor.

- He just wants Saval.

- I saw his wife around here a while ago.

- Celsa?

- Yeah, come on.

Saval.

Billy. Billy.

Your arm, your neck. What happened?

Celsa! Celsa!

Celsa! Celsa!

Celsa, come here.

Billy!

Be careful. His arm.

Look at him. Hey.

- Watch his arm.

- Easy, easy, easy.

You find Charley and get you a room.

You can stay at my place.

Let's go.

You don't kill a sheriff.

- You see anybody?

- Not yet.

You best keep him out of sight.

Best.

Two years, he run away.

Do you see his eyes?

He's old in two years.

He's in a bad way.

Run away, run back.

Sew his clothes, give

him food, he's gone again.

Look, his shirt is all burned.

I tried to take his gun belt.

He grabbed my hand.

It's under his pillow.

It's the same as

before, wherever he goes.

- What?

- Pain.

This here's Charley Boudre.

He's a friend of Billy's.

This lady takes care of Bill.

- Is he bad off?

- Well, he sleeps a lot.

Could we come in?

- lf you don't stay too long.

- Oh, we won't.

Hey, Billy?

Hey, Tom.

Look what crawled out

from underneath a rock.

What?

Hey, Charley, you old

horse's blanket. Come here.

Why, it's that poor boy

that got hisself killed.

Newspapers said that poor outlaw

youth was fried to a grease spot.

I'd like to lay this little

offering on that poor soul's grave.

Wait, what is that?

A little friend to keep him company.

A horny toad.

Oh, what a weeping shame

to die so young and so fair.

Why, the whole town of Lincoln

is draped in solid black.

All them red-eyed widow women...

...is weeping and throwing

their selves off the roofs.

The sight, I tell you.

- Oh, you'd say.

- Hold on, Tom.

Tom, my heart is near broke.

- Best thing we sing a little hymn.

- I reckon.

A flock of angels

Shall fly him up to heaven

Stop it now. Stop it! Stop it!

I reckon we better go now.

Hey, Billy.

Need anything, we'll be hanging

around outside in the street.

We'll come back tomorrow

and put some flowers on him.

Hey, did the governor ever figure

out how to stop this cattle war?

You ask me, I'd string

them all up to a tree.

That boy I saw across the street

carrying his arm stiff by his side...

...does he live around here?

- Not as I know.

- Who is he?

I don't know, Joe.

You coming to Pete Maxwell's party?

- I seen you talking to him.

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