The Left Handed Gun Page #5

Now I say yes.

Yes.

I'm writing my name "sheriff."

And I swear by the living God

that I'm gonna put you away.

I'm gonna hunt you

down and put you away!

I'll soak these in water.

Is he bad?

His side is red.

You had to go for him, didn't you?

- You wouldn't stop.

- It's all over, Tom.

It ain't ever gonna be over.

Well, it's done. We're free of him.

You don't know.

You heard what Pat Garrett said?

He's gonna come after us.

You don't know a thing.

All I know is how I feel.

I can breathe.

All this time my head was like to

split, all I could see was four men.

But now it's done and I am clean.

Go by the salt flats, then

through the back country.

Now, you won't want that shotgun.

I can use it.

Let's go.

This is money.

Men want this kind of money.

They come after it.

They're gonna get it.

Leave off.

All right, Charley,

you stay on with Billy.

End up on your back

with your jaw dropped.

I'm going home.

Visit my folks.

My ma, she knows how to

ease this pain in my side.

You let him go?

He don't stop me.

You don't stop me.

There ain't nobody gonna stop

you. Why would I wanna stop you?

You got your blanket, your pack roll?

Yeah.

Take some more cartridges.

- No, I got enough.

- No, come on, take them.

- Anything to see you through.

- Look, I don't want any more.

Well...

You best be going.

You got a long way to go

and you got a bad side.

Best not ride too

much in the daylight.

Done run out.

That skinny dog run out.

Takes his pack and

he leaves us to go on.

Go on, run.

Scared to death.

I don't want you. Go on.

Run.

Hey, Tom.

Tom! Tom!

Come on. Get in here.

You see? You see that?

A shotgun!

We got food. We gonna wait till dark.

- You see them?

- Yeah, up in the hill, below the ridge.

Now get back.

- lf they come around back?

- We got enough to stop them.

You see Tom?

- Come on now, get back!

- Did he move?

Did you see him move?

Maybe he ain't dead.

Well, they hit him with

a shotgun. He's dead.

Here.

He's not dead. He's

begging us to help him.

- No.

- I heard him.

- Keep down!

- Billy, we gotta help...

My chest.

Billy, I can't move my head.

Billy, my neck.

Charley, I told you.

I feel my blood.

Billy, help me up. I can't move.

Stay down. Don't move.

Now, help me up.

Billy, help me.

Help me up.

Help me stand up.

Oh, for the love of God.

I'm all right standing up.

I don't die standing

up. Help me, Billy!

Help me...

You wanna go?

I don't care.

Come on, stand up!

You wanna go?

Go on. I don't want you. Go on!

Bonney.

Bill Bonney, come out!

Come out that door.

I'll let you live.

Drop your gun.

Come out with your

arms at your shoulders.

What do you figure the judge gave him?

Hang him.

He was a wild boy when we caught him.

Yeah? Well, he's had a

couple of days to cool off.

Watch is all sweaty.

Hang him, huh?

Hey, Ollinger, what did they give him?

A hanging. We're gonna hang him.

All right, you guys, get back.

Get back in there. All right.

- Get those people back there, let's go.

- Back in there.

Get them back.

Get in there.

All right, Billy, up the

stairs. Get up from here.

Go ahead.

Down that door.

Judge said Friday.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...

...Thursday...

...Friday.

That's your day.

That's the day we gonna hang you.

- Bring him out!

- Get me the boy!

Get him for me!

Hang him! Whip him! Make

him tell. Where is he?

Where is my husband?

You. You boy, I take your gun.

- Who is that?

- Husband!

- Husband!

- Mrs. Hill, it sounds like.

- Hill's widow?

- I want that boy!

I'm gonna break the door!

You'll never try that again, Mason.

Next man who starts

up is under arrest.

Now, go on, get home. Take her home.

Go on. Get off the streets.

But I want him. I want

the boy. I want him!

I want the boy!

Get me the boy! I want him!

Get him for me!

I want the boy! I want him!

Mister.

You murdered somebody?

No.

Sure, I know you.

You murdered four men.

Well, I killed them, maybe,

but that ain't murder.

Hey, you better get out of here,

kid, before you break your neck.

Hey, you kids, get out of here!

I catch you, I kick you.

They're coming from other towns.

Why do they want to see?

They think they know him.

They heard his name.

His name has spread east, cities east.

They've never seen anyone famous.

How soon is it over?

Friday, in the morning.

Do you have to do it?

I thought I wanted it.

But when the judge said hang him...

...he looked surprised.

Surprised.

There ain't nobody allowed in there.

But I know him personally.

You and about 10,000 others.

I brought him some comforts.

Can I talk to him?

He won't answer you.

He'll answer me.

Mr. Bonney? Mr. Bonney?

It's me, Moultrie.

Remember? "Rally

around the flag, boys."

Mr. Bonney, I gave you your

death notice in the paper.

Do you recall?

Well, I'm set up in business now.

Souvenirs of the West.

You helped me...

...so I brought you some

comforts, Mr. Bonney.

Box of shortbread.

Some clean linen.

The guards may inspect it.

You care for reading matter, Mr.

Bonney? I have lots of books from you...

About you from the East here.

Outlaw King:
The Life

of William Bonney.

Billy Bonney:
Killer of the West.

The Luck of Billy the Kid.

The Luck of Billy the Kid.

Bell, I wanna go out back.

Yeah?

Do you read all them books?

You can read?

Yeah, I read.

What do they say?

They say I'm a figure of glory.

Oh, come on, Billy.

Billy, stop.

Billy. Billy.

Billy, come on. Now, don't

go... Billy, don't go for a...

Don't come up, Bell!

Don't, Bell, don't!

I've gotta, Billy.

Hey, Ollinger. Bell

just killed the kid.

Hey, Bob.

- Ramirez?

- Yes, sir.

Bonney.

You know him?

- Billy the Kid?

- You know him?

I know who he is.

You say he's run to Mexico?

That's my guess.

- You seen him?

- No.

You seen him, mister?

No, sir, I did not see him.

We're going back to Madero.

He'd never go back to Madero.

Well, that's where we're going.

I knew I'd find you.

I was in Lincoln when you shot

Ollinger. I saw you break out.

I brought you those books.

Wait, wait.

You remember the

photographer at the wedding?

Well, I met him Lincoln.

He gave me your picture.

I have another here.

I made him go over with

me to the courthouse.

Your two friends,

before they were buried.

You can see the wounds in Charley.

- You take anything from them?

- No, no. I didn't touch them.

- Did you?

- No, I didn't.

You stay away from me.

You stay away from them.

I'll tell people. I'll

tell people how you live.

I write letters about you

to the East, to Boston.

Stories for books.

What is it?

What's wrong?

You all right?

You're not like the books.

You don't wear silver studs.

You don't stand up to glory.

You're not him.

You're not him.

You're not him.

You want anything?

I'm wore-out.

Get some sleep.

We'll try the west

hills in the morning.

Maybe you ought to let him go.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Mr. Garrett.

Sheriff.

He has got to be stopped.

I don't want the reward.

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