The War Wagon Page #2

Well...

- Yeah.

Come on. Yah!

Hey, comrades! Ready?

Who the hell are you?

- Shut up. Oon't drop your arm.

What?

Where ya goin'?

- Another target.

Get outta here!

My horses! Where are my horses?

Looks like we made it.

Thanks, Taw. You might say l owe

you fellas my life. - Yeah, yuh might.

Lomax. Levi Walking Bear.

So you're Lomax.

- What was that all about back there?

We were playin' poker.

- So?

L was cheatin'.

Hey, you got a bargain, big man.

- How's that?

Two $500 days for the price of one.

Thanks.

Why'd you stick your necks out for me?

We got a job for yuh.

Lomax, l want you to swing over

to Chubisco. - Chubisco?

Pick up Billy Hyatt

and bring him out to the old mission.

Sure hate being away from yuh.

That's how it's gonna have to be.

Oon't let anything happen to yuh.

Not likely.

Beautiful thing to see. Friendship.

Yeah.

You seen a fella named Billy Hyatt?

Yeah.

Where?

- There.

What are ya doin'?

You Billy Hyatt?

- Yeah.

Stand up.

L can't even sit up.

- Come on, l said stand up!

L'm doin' ma best.

Got a horse? - What?

- Have yuh got a horse? - No.

Come on.

L ain't goin' no place. Let me alone.

Let me off, Mister. - Not yet, sonny.

- My head's splittin'.

Yuh stink!

Tell me kid, what are you good for?

Good for?

- You heard me.

Nothin'. L'm good for nothin'.

- L believe it. Taw must be loco.

Taw Jackson? Ls he out?

- We're on our way to join him.

Ooggone! Me and him spent two years

in prison together. - Heart-warming.

That means Taw must be ready to...

- Yes?

A thing we talked about.

Listen, mister, this has gone

far enough. Let me down.

L will, sonny, l will.

What did you do that for?

You share my horse, l want you sober.

And cleaner.

You can walk yourself dry.

Who's that?

The War Wagon.

- So that's it.

You in with Taw?

- More or less.

Then l reckon l can tell you

what l'm good for. Explosives.

Explosives?

Hammond and Brown get back?

- No, Sir. - What about Lomax?

Lomax? Not again.

Hello, Jackson.

Lt's Monday morning,

and l'm reporting in.

That's no concern of mine.

Tell the deputy or the sheriff.

Same thing, you own 'em.

- Alright, Taw, you're reported in.

L hear you're stayin' at my ranch.

- Lt used to be yours. Nice place.

L oughta know. L built it.

- And you did a real fine job.

L'll be out there one day this week.

- Thinkin' of tryin' to get it back?

Think about it all the time.

- You wouldn't stand a chance.

Tell you what l'll do for you, though.

L'll see that you get buried there.

Between then and now, l'm comin' out

to pick up my stuff. Lt still there?

How would l know?

- Oh,

it all disappeared, somehow.

- Ain't nothin' there belongs to you.

This man's wearin' my gun.

You're wrong. My Pa gave me this.

Lf you want it back, Taw,

why don't you take it away from him.

Lt's mine.

What's goin' on?

- Just collectin' somethin' of mine.

Who started it?

- L guess you could say l did.

The shells in here belong to him.

He can come and get them anytime.

Throw some water on 'em.

Taw!

L heard.

Hey, Taw!

- Hello, Billy. - How ya keepin'?

You look worse than you did in jail.

- Nothin' a drink wouldn't fix.

Got anything?

- He's a drunk. - He drinks.

Way he's been shakin', l wouldn't

trust him with a firecracker.

Ls that true, Billy?

- Some folks look at it that way.

But l'm alright, Taw. L can handle it.

There's a lot at stake here.

- L can handle it.

Good enough.

- L don't trust drunks.

Neither do l. But Billy stays here.

And there's nothing stronger than

that cowboy coffee you're drinkin'.

You're sure he knows explosives?

He handles them like you do a gun.

Hope you know what you're doin'.

That'll be Wes.

Come on, come on.

Sit down! - What's she doing here?

- She goes every place l go.

Lomax, this is Fletcher.

He's going to haul the gold away.

Why him?

- L work for Pierce.

Nobody'll find half a million in gold

in Pierce's own flour barrel.

Half a million?

When do we split it up?

Wouldn't be too smart to flash gold

around right after the robbery.

We should wait about six months.

- Six months?

Let's don't spend it before we get it.

Hands off my wife! - L thought she was

your daughter. - Well, she ain't!

Billy!

- You keep away from her!

A drunk kid and a crazy old man!

- Cut it out, all of ya!

You're not here to be

the best of friends. We've work to do,

and only three days to do it in.

Come on over here.

This map shows the run

from Emmett to El Paso.

Ln the morning, Billy, l want you

to ride it and check these two places.

Find out

how much dynamite you're gonna need.

The wagon takes five and a half

minutes to cross Stony Flats.

That's where we'll hit it first.

Well, see ya later, partner.

- Where you goin'? - To town.

L got another partner there, remember?

- L remember.

We wouldn't want him to be impatient,

and hire somebody else.

Take good care of him.

Levi...

Let us pass!

Alright.

We walk from here.

Oumb lndians!

Looks like they're movin' out.

- They are.

Squaws, old men, children.

Pierce has starved them out.

What about Wild Horse?

- He's staying.

Pierce'll hunt him down too.

Oumb lndians!

And you're smart? - Sure! L've learned

to live in a white man's world.

Grab all you can, anytime you can.

Wait here.

Your enemy is my enemy.

- Taw!

Chief Wild Horse, Natani Jackson.

- Too many warriors have died.

He says, Your enemy is his enemy.

- Good.

No. He says he will lose

too many braves.

Ask him does he ride

with warriors or women.

Lf you want my tribe

and my warriors, l will do it.

He will do it, but he wants more

of everything. - He does or you do?

Bargain with him.

- What exactly do you want?

And 30 pounds of salt.

Tell him he drives a hard bargain.

But we'll agree.

You can stay.

But the white man must go.

Lt is done. He wants me to stay

to dinner, but you're not welcome.

Having a white man here offends him.

- You can tell him... - What?

Nothing.

Three sixes.

- Beats me.

Hello, Lola.

Lt's been a long time, Lomax.

May l join you? - Sure.

- Looks like you're still a winner.

L lose every once in a while.

How's your laundry service?

Oh, they can't even speak English.

- A pity.

Any limit?

Lf there was, you wouldn't play.

Fifty.

- L'm out.

Lola! - Hello, Mr Pierce.

- Too rich for me.

Two cards.

- You get my message? - Yeah.

Took you long enough to get here.

- L had things to do.

What happened to those two men?

L last saw them in the main street

in Randado. Three ladies.

You win, precious.

Let's go someplace private.

- L like it here.

Hey, barkeeper

how much for whiskey around here?

Two bits.

That's two cents.

You gonna give me an answer or not?

- L'm thinkin' about it.

How much is that?

- 27 cents.

Set it right there.

Keep the change.

- Thanks.

L'll go twelve thousand.

Twelve?

L changed my mind.

Give me another two cents' worth!

Go out and walk it off.

Listen, l figure on bein'

an important person some day.

You wanna treat me right.

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