The Stolen Page #2

No. I can't.

But...

I can do this.

Fifty.

You know,

you shouldn't be flashing

your jewelry around like that.

Not in a place like this.

And, uh,

you've just been fleeced.

Not if you take me

to Goldtown.

Yee-haw!

You still coming?

That's what we discussed.

See any whores on your way out?

When you're ready,

get in that one.

Thank you.

Easier without this, miss.

Thank you, ladies.

I'll have a look.

Good luck!

One day, we're gonna vote.

Women are gonna vote

and two fingers to anyone

who tries to stop us.

You'll still be

a two-bit whore.

Aye.

A two-bit whore with a vote,

though, eh?

Jesus.

Two weeks in that shitbox?

You really know how to make

a girl feel special.

Silk.

Silk.

So you're a dancer?

She look like

a bloody dancer?

Never turned a trick

neither, I bet.

What's your name?

Charlotte.

That's a pretty name.

I'm Heather.

That's Flamenco.

Well, we call her Flamenco.

What's your real name again?

Maria Theresa

Angelica Evita Pasimos.

Flamenco.

What are you doing here?

There's plenty of people

who need Goldtown's money

more than the likes of you.

What would you know

about the likes of me?

You're a snotty b*tch,

that much I do know.

That's Honey.

What do you think you're doing?

Those are mine.

I asked you

what do you think you're doing?

Those are my shoes.

Looks to me like

you've got plenty.

You have no right to steal.

So take them back.

Go ahead.

Vamos.

Take them off me.

There.

It's a matching set.

If you're feeling generous,

I'll take the petticoat.

That--

Give me back--

Where's my...

You stole my money!

Ladies.

Ladies.

First night.

She stole my money.

I take her shoes.

-My shoes and my money.

-Is it in there?

No, but she's wearing my shoes,

so she must have taken my money.

Someone else

must have taken it then.

Aye, so, uh,

now you're accusing

the rest of us, eh?

No, but all the money

I had in that bag is gone.

Oh, would that be the stash

that you were flashing around

last night?

Like it was everyone else's

but your own?

You stayed the night

at Madame Frulein's.

The moment

you closed your eyes,

you waved good-bye

to everything you own.

Just be thankful

we're going to Goldtown,

princess.

You wouldn't believe

what some will pay

to see you flash your titties.

We should bury him.

Waste of time.

Birds gotta eat,

same as worms.

We're moving on.

Shoot it.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Let's make this easy,

eh, fellas?

All we want is the food.

And the whiskey.

Maybe these lasses for the ride.

And we'll be on our way.

-It's not gonna happen, pal.

-Then you've just come

to the end of the line, pal!

It's all right.

You might want to look away.

You've got the wrong leg!

Oh! Ah!

And then what

at the end?

It's finished!

We'll practice, okay?

Come on,

princess.

Let your hair down

for once in your life.

You're alive.

You mind?

I would like that.

There must be

something special...

in Goldtown.

For a lady like you

to do something like this.

My son. He was stolen by

the man who killed my husband.

And you think

he's in Goldtown?

You know who he is?

The man?

No.

If you start knocking on doors,

you see, word will spread fast.

So you need

to move faster.

Do you live there

in Goldtown?

We work for the boss,

but we're not diggers.

So, say you find this boy.

I will find my son.

Then what?

I was gonna pay him.

The man.

You think it would

be that simple

after he killed your husband?

Well, it'll be 10 times

less simple without money.

I don't know.

I will steal him back.

You got a gun?

Do you even know

how to shoot it?

Ah.

In the name of the wee man.

Well, we're still

a week away.

We'll have to do

something about that.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Not till the boy's

back in your arms.

And for what it's worth,

what you just told me there...

you shouldn't have told me

any of that.

Not a single word.

In case you don't know

who I am.

Yes, I do.

You saved my life.

Even someone who saves

your life, princess.

You don't tell them stuff

like that, okay?

I'd make some friends.

Christ, eh? You're gonna

need them where we're going.

We're a man down. We gotta

know you can defend yourselves.

Again.

You can act fast.

He's not gonna stand there

waiting for you to aim,

so shoot your bloody guns.

Ah!

Well, at least

one of you will live.

Again.

You're thinking too much.

Come on. Again.

I'm gonna count to ten.

One, two, three...

When you gotta shoot, shoot.

Don't think.

Reload. Again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on.

Come on!

Come on! Come on.

Step off!

Hunter.

Come on.

Let's get a move on.

It's not the river.

It's the wagon.

Matai, Klaus,

unhitch the wagon.

Right.

Everyone out.

Why?

Because we're stopping here.

Move your asses.

Come on.

Don't tell me

there ain't an easier way

to get to Goldtown than this.

It's the axle, boss.

We'll figure it out.

It's busted.

Hunter,

we'll figure it out.

What's that on her neck?

It's a tattoo.

A tattoo of what?

Prison.

She spent

six years as a maid.

But being told what to do

her whole life

sent her spitting

in the master's food.

And a lot else besides.

Locked up for three years.

Was Flamenco in prison too?

Nah.

Shipwreck or some such.

She survived,

but her family didn't.

Pretty girl

like that though.

She can make her way.

If she can stomach

what it takes.

And you?

All right, pull!

Got it?

Yeah.

Just get it in there.

Hold on, one second.

Yeah!

Come on! Faster!

Put your back in it, man!

That's it!

Bully!

Hey! Hey!

The axle.

It's pinning him down.

He was stuck on the axle.

Lift it! Lift that pole!

Lift it up!

Get it off him!

Come on!

Get him off the axle!

One, two, three!

Go! Pull!

Please, God.

No!

Get him up!

Come on!

Come on!

Get this stuff off!

Hurry up, hurry up!

Help him, please!

Somebody!

Lift! Lift him!

Ain't you ever lifted, boy?

Come on!

Get it off! Come on!

Clear that stuff!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, man!

Two, three, go!

Come on!

Come on, man!

We get the wagon loaded

with whatever we can manage,

and we move on.

We're never gonna make it.

So what are you suggesting

we do instead, sweetheart?

Turn back.

Get home alive, at least.

You saying I can't get us there?

Are you saying you can?

Fine.

Turn back.

I'll bury you

on the way back.

I need to get to Goldtown.

There's no point

in arriving dead.

I'll show you dead,

b*tch!

You want to see dead?

I'll give you dead!

Hunter! Hunter!

Leave her be.

All right.

We make the wagon good.

We move on,

and we camp by dark.

See, here's the thing.

You don't look like a whore.

Mmm.

You don't smell like a whore.

I wonder what you do

do like a whore.

Hola, guapo.

Thought I your seorita.

Vamos, mi amor.

Thank you.

Honey told me

you lost your family.

I lost mine too.

No talk of family.

They're here, boys!

The girls are here!

Hello, lads!

Whoo!

What you got there?

I'll take it all.

Hello!

My cases are in there, love.

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