The Texican Page #5

Let's get something straight.

I'll pick my own friends.

Can't push her around like those

lamebrain gunfighters of yours, can you?

You know, we've all got our weaknesses.

Mine is I'm a bad loser.

You might have to get used to it.

I got a better way. I fix it so I always win.

You see those doors?

If you aren't out of town

when the sun hits them...

you ain't gonna live to see it set.

Good morning, Jess.

Morning, Sandy.

Luke's very unhappy about something.

He just suggested my welcome

had about worn out.

He's got the guns to back it up, Jess.

I've still got a couple hours.

Maybe something will turn up.

I'll be out at the ranch if you need me.

- Thanks, Sandy.

[I]- Adios. Giddap![/I]

Did you lay over at that way station

west of town last night?

Yeah, always do. Not bad out there.

They fixed it up since Wilkins got killed.

When he was alive, did he say anything

about those two shootings?

- You mean Carlin and Banta?

- Yes.

No, he didn't say too much,

that closed-mouth old coot.

- Did what he did say make sense to you?

- No reason to believe different.

I brought the bodies in.

They were both dead enough.

- Why are you so interested in it?

- I knew one of them.

Why don't you go over

and see the coroner there, old Doc Miller?

- Maybe he can give you an opinion on it.

- I'll do that. Thanks.

Come in.

From the look on your face...

I guess I don't have to ask you

how things are.

Come on. You better sit down.

I don't know, Sandy.

Maybe I've got this whole thing

figured wrong.

I can't find out any information...

and I can't go shooting up the town

until I do.

- Sandy.

- Yes?

Did you ever see a concho like this?

Looks familiar.

You saved me some work.

Where'd you find it?

Never mind. Whose belt is that?

They're marked.

Luke Starr.

You know something, Sandy?

I'll bet you make real good coffee.

Looking for me?

Yeah. Looking to bury you.

What are you waiting for?

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Easy, b0315-

Private game, Luke?

You're pretty hard on doors.

You could have walked right in.

Ran into some of your boys

down on the street. They had other ideas.

I thought I heard some shots.

I guess Gil lost the argument.

All of them did.

Drag the bodies out of the street.

It might give the place a bad name.

Sit down.

It'll keep.

It's an open game.

Want to sit there?

That seat might be unlucky.

I'll sit over here.

If you don't mind.

How much you sitting in for?

How much will that buy?

This won't even buy you an ante.

I'm surprised at you, Luke.

I thought you'd give me a good-sized stack

for that concho.

What's so special about it?

Take another look at it.

All right. So?

Because it fits that empty space

in your other gun belt.

You might be right. It could be mine.

Maybe I should thank you for it.

Where'd it turn up?

Under Roy Carlin's body.

Stage driver found it when he brought him in.

I know you're lying.

There's no need to talk about it.

Now stand up and put your gun on the table.

You don't think it's gonna be that easy,

do you?

It'd be a lot easier if there's a .45

pointed right at your back.

This the way you took care of Roy?

Just about the same way, yeah.

That figures.

You're a real gambler, aren't you?

The odds were against you

the minute you walked in.

Get the bodies out of the street

and get them over to Doc Miller.

- All right, get him out of here.

- Get going.

Take him downstairs.

I'll be down in a minute.

If you feel like running, go ahead.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

The odds don't always hold up, do they, Luke?

I told you I'd be walking you home

sometime, remember?

That's right. You did, didn't you?

What you've done today

should make up for a lot of things.

Could work out that way...

but I still have some settling up to do

with the law.

Take me with you.

- I can't.

- Don't make me say, "I'll wait for you."

I hate waiting.

So do I.

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