The Outlaw Page #6

and don't make no warlike moves...

then you can wave farewell to 'im

as we ride off.

In other words,

you think you're gonna leave.

I'm sorry, Pat, I hate to eat and run,

but you know how it is.

- Listen, Doc.

- You're wasting your time, Pat.

Haven't you forgotten something?

No, I don't think so.

Good night all.

Say, Doc.

Yes, what is it?

I'm afraid you'll have to listen

to me for a minute.

Why?

What if I don't feel

like waving good-bye to Red?

You still think you got something

to say about that horse, eh?

Yes, I do.

All right, go ahead and say it.

That's a pretty big advantage

to give a man like you.

Didn't you tell me that once?

How's this?

You don't have to go that far.

Thanks.

What about him?

Will he leave us alone?

Or do you think we ought to

pull his teeth before we start?

Don't worry about me.

I wouldn't lift a finger, Doc,

to keep you from killing him.

You and me never had any trouble

till he came along.

He'll keep out of it.

All right, son, I'm waiting.

Put those plates down.

You're makin' me nervous.

- Billy, he'll kill ya.

- What do you care?

- But you can get another horse.

- I want this one.

Why?

I wanna see if I can teach him

to make smoke come out of his ears.

Say, I haven't got all night.

Get back against that wall.

- But Billy...

- Go on!

And count up to three.

I won't. You're outta your mind,

both of ya.

How about you, Pat?

Sure, I'll be glad to.

You're too willing.

I don't trust you.

I think I'd rather have that

cuckoo clock do the counting for me.

Yeah, that's good enough.

It's gonna strike in a minute.

Should we pull on the last cuckoo?

All right.

Well, Billy, I guess this is it.

Men are pretty much like children

after all.

Have you ever seen two kids

wrestling in the yard?

They push and tussle and maybe

they look like they're fighting...

but they're not.

They're really friends...

and everything's in fun.

Then pretty soon,

they play a little too rough...

one of 'em gets mad...

and in the end,

somebody always gets hurt.

So for you and me,

this is where somebody gets hurt.

But when it's over...

and however it turns out, son...

no hard feelings.

Why didn't you draw?

Why did you change your mind?

This some trick of yours?

No, I just don't feel like it.

Maybe I ate too much.

Perhaps some other night

you will feel like it, eh?

Who knows?

I never wanted it, but I've waited

and let you pick...

your own time and place.

You've done that tonight.

You gonna draw,

or do I have to make you?

Are you gonna fight...

or do you want me

to nick your ears?

Doc, have you gone loco?

What's the matter with you, Billy?

I didn't think you'd take this

off anybody.

Maybe I wouldn't,

off anybody else.

What do you mean by that?

Doc, don't listen to that kind of talk.

Haven't you ever seen cold feet before?

He never had cold feet in his life.

What is it, Billy?

I guess the idea about the cuckoo clock

wasn't so good.

Why?

Well, it gave me time to think

and remember a few things.

You're the only partner

I ever had.

Gosh, do you really feel

that way, son?

- I treated you worse than anyone.

- Nah, it was all my fault.

- Wouldn't want Red carrying both of us.

- Oh, don't worry.

We can find a better way than that

to divide 'im up.

Say, you can ride 'im outta here.

No, I had him last.

That's right, come to think of it.

I ain't worried about you and me

ever fighting now, Billy...

because one thing is certain.

If we didn't do it tonight,

we never will.

Come on. Let's go.

So long, Pat.

Don't take any wooden nickels.

You're not going with him.

Look here, you ain't gonna start

something with the two of us, are ya?

I might've known you'd do this to me.

Ever since you met him,

you've treated me like a dog.

The very first day,

you sided with him against me...

and made me the laughingstock

of the town!

Take it easy.

I gave you your guns

so you'd have a chance for your life.

And now you tell me I gotta fight

the two of you to get them back.

You stand there, side by side...

with that little snip of a kid

against me...

me, the oldest and best friend

you ever had!

And I still would be

if it wasn't for him!

Say, mister, that's about enough

outta you for one night.

Wait a minute.

You let me handle this.

Pat is a friend of mine.

I don't want to kill him, and

I don't want you to kill him. Clear?

Pat, you're just getting yourself

all steamed up.

I'll be seeing you one of these days,

and we'll have a good laugh about this.

Now, so long.

Be careful. You know you haven't got

a chance against me.

Good-bye.

- Say.

- No, son, please, don't do that.

Oh, Doc, lie down.

Why not?

That's one thing

I've always been afraid of.

- What?

- Dying in bed.

Why didn't you shoot?

You had me beat by a mile.

You had me cold.

Maybe I don't like cold meat.

Well, go ahead.

Go ahead, what?

Aren't you going to say

something over Doc?

I don't know what to say.

I never said anything over anybody

I killed before.

I think we oughta say something

over Doc.

You better do it.

So long, Doc.

I want you to know I'm sorry.

I honestly am.

Last night I was ready

to kill you...

but in the daylight,

I can see things much better.

You and Doc have been friends

for years.

If I hadn't come between ya,

none of this would've happened.

It sure is funny...

how two or three trails can cross...

and get all tangled up.

Well, go ahead.

After you.

Say, you don't think I'd shoot you

in the back, do you?

I don't know,

but I ain't gonna tempt ya.

I don't think you'd be fool enough

to try to do it from the front.

You never trust anybody, do you?

I apologize, Pat.

Go ahead.

Who's that?

- Where's Pat?

- He's still in the house.

- What's he doin'?

- He's not gonna try to stop you.

- How do you know?

- He told me so.

Say, Billy,

can I see you for a minute?

What do you want?

If that's the way ya feel about it,

never mind.

At least I'm not afraid

to turn my back on you.

Here. Hold these a minute.

I thought you might like

to have Doc's guns as a keepsake.

Say, I sure would.

Thanks, Pat.

Thanks a whole lot.

I never had an extra pair.

Black holsters too.

They'd go nice with Sunday clothes,

if I ever get any.

Do you think they'll suit ya?

If the barrels ain't too long.

No, they're just the same.

Be careful. They're loaded.

That's right.

I think they're

better balanced than mine.

Then how about letting me

have yours?

My guns? What for?

If I had your guns...

I could say it was you out there

in that grave, instead of Doc.

You'd pass Doc off as me?

Sure.

Everybody would believe me

once they saw your six-shooters.

You could leave an end

to your trail right here.

Nobody'd follow you up north.

All your troubles

would be buried...

past and present.

You and Rio could go off

with nothing to worry about.

How come you'd do a favor

like that for me?

There you go again, Billy.

Distrustin' a person

who's tryin' to be decent to you.

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