The Magnificent Seven Page #3

Lot of fire in that one.

Begs the question.

Whose execution do we seek?

Bartholomew Bogue.

Bart Bogue? The robber baron?

Means there's gold in the equation,

but gold don't do you much good

when you're buried with it.

You want out, feel free to leave.

Just leave my horse.

'Cause I paid for it.

Just speaking out loud.

Twenty miles east of here.

Volcano Springs. Supply station.

You look for a Cajun, name of Robicheaux.

- Goodnight Robicheaux?

- That's right.

The Angel of Death.

Meet me outside of Junction City

in three days.

Yeah, I ain't there,

then it means I'm dead and you can...

You can keep my horse.

You're with me. Come on, let's go. Come on.

Three days.

The gun. The gun!

Give it to him.

He was already dead,

if that's what you're wondering.

- You been sleeping in here?

- He doesn't snore much.

- You Vasquez?

- What's this to you?

Here. I'm gonna tear up a warrant.

I just want to make sure

I'm talking to the right man.

No.

Poor likeness.

You a bounty hunter?

Duly sworn warrant officer.

Where is your gun?

Man carries a gun, he tends to use it.

Dead ranger by your hand. $500 reward.

Maybe he had it coming.

Doesn't matter to me either way.

- Why? You intend to get that reward?

- That depends.

Got a business proposition for you.

Well, does this business involve her?

Yes, it does.

Get me out of here! Let me out of here!

You wipe that smile off your face.

Laugh now. Get it outta your system.

After our business is concluded, what then?

There'll still be a lot of men

after your hide.

- And that should give me comfort?

- Should.

I won't be one of 'em.

You're loco, my friend.

Let me tell you the game.

- Go on, now!

- Fastest gun wins.

Winner take all.

Hope you've all put your bets down.

Arcade.

Billy Rocks.

On my gun.

Yeah, how about that, boys?

- That's good.

- That was pretty good, huh?

- Billy wins.

- What?

Are you blind? Come on, Eddy.

- You're a liar!

- Come on, Arcade.

- Hey, come on, we all saw me win, now.

- Yeah!

- Double down!

- We all want some more!

Why don't we do it for real?

- Come on, Arcade, back off.

- No, no, double down.

Come on, you scum-sucking runt of a man.

I want no part of this.

- Double or nothing!

- It's your funeral, Arcade.

Double or nothing.

He called it.

All right.

He's lost his mind.

- He ain't got a chance.

- It ain't right.

Billy?

On my gun.

- Never seen anything like this.

- What the hell was that?

- Come on, now.

- I think he killed him.

- He killed him, right?

- What the hell?

Damn!

Damn it, Arcade.

- Man, he got it.

- What was that?

- Damn!

- See? I told you. I told you!

I ain't in the habit of paying off cheaters.

I'll be keeping my money.

Easy, Goodnight. He's drunk.

He don't mean it.

Mr. Robicheaux,

if I'd known it was you, that was your man,

I never would've made

such a disrespectful comment.

It's all right, son. You just pay me double.

Yes, sir.

- Damn fool.

- Goodnight Robicheaux?

Sam Chisolm sent us.

- All right, get him outta here.

- That's gotta be real rough.

I said, what do you think I'm paying for?

"Duly sworn warrant officer

"from Wichita, Kansas,

and seven other states."

- Do we have the same man?

- Yeah, believe we do.

Should we talk somewhere more private?

Nah, I like it right here.

Billy, you like it here?

Yeah.

- How'd y'all meet?

- How did we meet, Billy?

I was serving a warrant on him

for the Northern Pacific Railroad.

Warrant for what?

Killing a man with a hairpin?

Now, now, you're gonna have to pay for that.

That is funny.

Here's what it is.

I found Billy

down in an old redneck saloon in Texas,

and all these good ol' boys,

they didn't want to serve

Billy's kind, all right?

So this petite son of a b*tch

took on the whole room bare-knuckled.

I watched in awe, and I said to myself,

"Goodnight, this is not a man to arrest,

this is a man to befriend."

- You make your living off of his alley fights?

- Equal shares.

Between fights, Goody helps me

navigate the white man's prejudices.

I keep him employed,

and he keeps me on the level.

Well, Mr. Chisolm told us to come fetch you,

but he didn't say anything

about your friend over there.

Wherever I go, Billy goes.

Yes, sir.

We understand each other.

Well, day-and-a-half ride to Junction City.

We got two days.

Let's do a half day of drinking.

I like you.

- Sam Chisolm!

- Goodnight Robicheaux.

Sight to see, even with a storm on our backs.

Yeah. Rain ain't nothing but wet.

Well, what we lose in the fire

we will find in the ashes.

That's right.

Yeah.

This is Billy Rocks. He's with me.

Sam, that's Billy.

He come with Goodnight.

I don't know about this one.

Who's this?

We work for her.

Well, enchant, mon cher.

- Emma Cullen.

- Your hands are cold, Emma.

Are you nervous?

Don't be.

Goodnight's my name.

That Billy is pretty nifty

with them pigstickers.

Good, we got a Mexican.

What a merry band we are.

Me a gray, Chisolm a blue,

Billy, a mysterious man of the Orient,

a drunk Irishman,

a Texican,

a female and her gentleman caller.

This is not going to end well.

I'm Mexican, cabrn.

No such thing as a "Texican."

Try telling that to my granddaddy.

He died at the Alamo.

New Orleans Greys, long barracks, bayonets.

Blood. Teeth.

Mauled by a horde of teeming brown devils.

My grandfather was one of those devils,

you know.

Toluca Battalion.

Hey. Maybe my grandfather

killed your grandfather, huh?

What a charming thought.

I sense we are bonding.

So we're talking about the same Jack Horne.

The Jack Horne. The legend Jack Horne.

Legend? Legend, my ass.

Yeah, he might've killed 300 Crow,

but he ain't never met

the Pigeon brothers before.

And you saying that's Jack Horne's rifle?

It was Jack Horne's rifle.

And there's an Army fort

want to pay $1,000 for proof of death.

Rifle'll do.

You have no body?

Well, you see, Len here

smashed a boulder over his head.

Fell off a cliff.

Snuck up on him, huh?

Just what the hell are you trying to imply?

Oh, my Lord.

The Pigeon brothers weren't famous very long.

These two ungodly creatures

broke a rock on my head.

Robbed me of my possessions.

I trailed 'em for two days.

Guess they got what they deserved, Mr. Horne.

My name is Sam Chisolm.

We met about six years ago up in Cheyenne.

Now, I got a right,

by the Lord and by the law,

to take back what belongs to me.

Are we in agreement?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

You still collecting scalps?

The government don't pay

a bounty on redskins anymore.

You must be out of work.

Now, that's part of another story, ain't it?

Yes, it is.

We... We're looking for some men, Mr. Horne,

some good men like yourself, to do a job.

Going after a fella,

name of Bartholomew Bogue and his men.

Just... Well, just thought

you'd be interested.

I believe that bear

was wearing people's clothes.

Never trust a people

who bury their dead above the ground.

Don't call the alligator "big mouth"

till you cross the river.

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