The Outrage Page #6

Somebody snuck up afterwards and

yanked the dagger out of the man's chest...

...even before he was dead.

- No.

- How much you get for it?

Plenty, I bet.

And you call me a coyote.

You dumb ox, you.

Oh, I figured I was helping you cover up.

You know, like they say,

honor among thieves.

But that's what you get when...

It's the train.

Coming this way.

Oh, boy, this is one time

I ain't gonna ride the rods.

Gotta get the damn thing to stop here.

Eureka.

Train's coming this way.

Please.

- Let me...

- Let you what?

Strip off its clothes and sell them?

I know.

And I don't blame you none.

What I done,

I guess even God Almighty won't forgive.

But I got a wife

and five young'uns of my own.

Hungry, mostly. Cold, scared.

You hear them cry, and...

But what can I say?

A fancy dagger can feed a lot of mouths.

Please.

Gas.

It's gonna be awful rough on you

traveling with a kid.

How are you gonna get nipples,

and diapers and all that?

I don't know.

Maybe, if you don't mind, preacher...

Maybe I can take it home with me.

Ain't much there, I know,

but how much can a peewee like this eat?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.

Take it.

Take it back with you.

You sure?

You just heard yourself. I'm a thief, a liar.

A coward, a fool, a lot of things.

Like all the rest of us.

Maybe that's the truth.

We got them.

We got them. Come on, partner,

gather up your gear, and let's get rolling.

Preacher.

Hey, preacher,

where the hell are you going?

You're gonna miss the train.

Hey, preacher.

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