The Shadow Riders Page #4

and it turned out

she was married.

You're in here

'cause of that?

Well, it's a little more

complicated than that, but...

How'd you boys know

where to find me?

Miles Gillette.

Miles Gillette, huh?

Oh, Mac, I sure hope

you're still figurin'

on runnin' against him.

I'll swear that man's

been after my hide

for 30 years,

and he won't let up.

What did you ever do to him?

Nothin' serious.

I mean,

a man can't even bend the law

a little bit anymore.

Now, last time

you were in jail,

it was over a woman, too.

Judge's wife, I recall.

And there was shootin'.

Self defence.

Ain't you gettin'

a little old for that?

Uh, you mean gunplay?

No, I mean the other.

When I get too old for that,

they'll be shovellin' dirt

in my face.

How about this last woman?

Any shootin'?

No serious shootin'.

We just dropped by

to say hello.

Well, thanks.

Mac, we need him.

You heard what he said.

Yep, except we need him.

Well, that's fine.

Except,

how we gonna get him out?

I mean, it's a jail.

Got any ideas?

Yeah.

[crickets chirping]

(Jesse)

Come on, Uncle Jack,

we gotta get out of here.

[Jack coughing]

Come on, Uncle Jack.

Well, did you have to use

two sticks of dynamite?

[horse neighing]

Hello, Kate.

Hello, Jack.

Brought your horse.

Oh, thank you.

Glad to see

you're still alive.

Well, thank you.

Take a look at these wrinkles

and these here grey hairs.

Every one of 'em earned.

[chuckling]

[clicking tongue]

Well, I sure do appreciate

you boys bustin' me out.

I hope nobody back there

got a good look.

I gotta be loco.

Blowin' up a jail!

(Jack)

By the way, where we bound?

Mexico.

You do know

the country down there,

don't you?

I know more

about that country

than a jackrabbit

knows about runnin'.

Every trail,

back trail, cantinas,

bawdyhouses.

We're not exactly

goin' down there

sightseein', Jack.

We ain't?

Then why?

(Jesse)

Mac, Dal, better get up here!

Right out there.

(Jack)

Who the hell are they?

I'd say

that's gotta be a posse.

Looks like

they're in a hurry.

Uncle Jack,

have you been

tellin' us everything?

What do you mean?

I mean,

by the way they're ridin',

you left out somethin'.

Yeah, it might be that fella

I shot over in Waco.

You mean you killed someone?

(Jack)

No, it's worse.

His father was the mayor.

I don't want to hear anymore.

If they catch up to us,

my chances of

runnin' for office are dead.

You hear me? Dead!

You could always start over.

That's Miles Gillette

leadin' 'em.

What's he doin' along?

Maybe he heard you're fixin'

to run for sheriff.

Why is the Sheriff

of Big Springs

chasin' after you

for somethin'

you did in Waco?

Well, Mac, you know

how that old turkey's

had it in for me

all these years.

If you keep jawin',

they're gonna catch up to us.

No, because in a few hours

we'll be at the Rio Grande.

When we cross that,

we'll be in Mexico.

Come on.

It's your men?

My welcoming committee.

I don't see any sign

of the rifles.

We have a system here.

You see those wagons?

They're to transport

the grain and the prisoners

to the train.

Train?

The train that will take us

to Chihuahua.

Your rifles

are on that train.

How far?

Half a day's journey

from here.

(man)

Hey, Carlos,

what do you think of

this pretty blonde girl here?

[man exclaiming]

[people chattering]

[men grunting]

[birds chirping]

[insects chittering]

Where is Jack?

He was supposed

to be keepin' watch,

but he disappeared.

(Dal)

Where's Mac?

Lookin' for Uncle Jack.

[sighs]

Here, I brought you

a little drink.

Where you been?

There's a village back there,

and you know

they got some girls there

that would just--

That posse's in sight.

Best get goin'.

You still haven't told us

why that posse

isn't lettin' up.

Well, it must be

that other thing.

What thing?

Well, it wasn't my fault.

I was just drinkin'

a lot of whiskey and--

Whiskey gets the blame

for a lot of things

it didn't do. Come on.

(Jack)

Hold on to that tequila.

[men grunting]

[man laughing]

[people chattering]

[exclaims]

[woman chattering]

Unload everything.

(Hammond)

Put them all in the stockade!

And I mean all of 'em.

[girls screaming]

(girl)

No, no!

All right, get down. Move!

[men clamouring]

[girls screaming]

[men chattering in Spanish]

[girls crying]

[horses approaching]

No sign of 'em.

Good.

I best get back up there

and keep a lookout.

(Mac)

Good thing they let up.

Horses need a rest.

(Dal)

Yeah, could be

they're doin' the same thing.

How you makin' out?

I'm doin' fine.

[sighs]

Kind of warm.

Hey, Kate.

How did you manage

to get so friendly

with Frank King?

What do you mean?

The two of you're engaged.

I'd say that's gettin'

pretty friendly.

I heard you were killed.

What was I supposed to do?

You always said

you'd wait for me.

Wait?

I waited for you

most of my life.

Like I said,

I heard you were dead.

Well, I ain't dead.

I never got word otherwise.

Same as when you left,

not a word.

There was a war goin' on.

You know,

sometimes a man's gotta do--

What he has to do.

Well, sometimes

a woman does, too

and I'm a woman,

Dal Traven, not a martyr.

I just thought

you always knew

I'd be comin' back.

How was I supposed to know?

I thought that's the way

it was meant to be.

You thought?

Why didn't you ever ask me?

Ask you? Ask you what?

Oh, why didn't you ever ask me

what Frank King asked me?

[crying]

Hey, Dal,

while you're down there

tryin' to figure out

the female race,

you might as well

take a bath.

Those two gotta be loco.

I think they call that love,

little brother.

Amounts to the same thing,

don't it?

How's your love life?

[exclaims]

Not me.

Since I've been home,

I spend my time with the folks

helpin' with the ranch.

What about your schoolin'?

I figured

I'd pick that up again

when we get back.

Well, that's good to hear.

We Travens

got a lot of faults,

but bein' ignorant

ain't one of them.

Especially

havin' a big brother aimin'

to run for governor.

No. That just sounds good

to the ladies.

[laughing]

You sure did leave

an awful big footprint, Mac.

Listen,

you just be yourself, Jesse.

So far, I'd say

you're doin' just fine.

I just realized

Holiday Hammond's hangout's

over that next ridge.

I know those boys up there,

and I can ride in.

But they'll

probably shoot you.

You mean, there's nobody else

they'd let pass through there

besides thieves and killers?

Oh, no offence.

Do you mind tellin' me

how you're gonna get

the rest of us in there

without us endin' up

in a funeral procession?

Well, there's a mission

over here a little ways.

I figured I'd ride over there

and say a prayer for you boys.

What'd he say?

Said he was gonna

take up prayin'.

You best go with him.

Amen.

Hey, where'd you get that?

I borrowed them.

You mean stole.

They don't sell 'em,

you know.

You gonna borrow him, too?

Here, you best take these

and we best quit jawin'

and get out of here.

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