The War Wagon Page #3

Oh, l will.

What do yuh say?

- L'm still thinking about it.

Come on, bartender.

- Not for two cents.

But l done told you,

me and my friends are gonna be rich!

Sure. Well, come back then.

Hello there, cowboy.

You havin' trouble gettin' a drink?

L'm gonna buy this... hey!

What's goin' on down there?

This drunk just insulted the lady.

Lock him up till he sleeps it off.

What'd he do?

- You didn't notice?

No.

- You been workin' saloons too long.

What'd you do that for?

- L hate bad manners.

L'm gettin' tired of this run-around.

Yes or no on the twelve thousand?

Yes.

And l want it done quick. - Oon't

push me. L'll do it when l'm ready!

What's your pleasure?

Stud.

What room is Seor Lomax in?

Five, Seor.

Five?

Who's there?

- Lt's me.

We may be in trouble.

Billy's missing... - He's in jail.

Ln jail?

- Orunk.

You know how close he came to naming

all his rich friends? - No.

That close. - L guarantee

he'll never take another drop.

You guarantee that he won't

blow us all sky high?

He knows what he's doin'.

- L don't care what he knows.

L've stayed alive by not relying

on anybody. L always go it alone.

Precious?

Always?

Ls anything wrong?

No, baby.

You just straighten out that kid.

And Pierce upped the ante on you.

You're worth 12,000 to me. Oead.

And 100,000 alive.

One's a gamble. Other's a sure thing.

Lomax, nothin's a sure thing.

Precious?

L didn't feel much like shootin' you

this morning anyway, partner.

Neither did l... precious.

Hey!

L haven't got time

to tell you what's on my mind.

Go out to Wes's place and wait for me.

Supposed to meet Taw here.

How's your hand?

L said, how's your hand.

- Fine.

Wes is due back any time.

You best wait in the house.

Oon't he let you talk to anybody?

- To nobody.

Reckon you can talk to me, then.

L'm nobody.

How old are yuh?

- Eighteen, l think.

Me too... far as l know.

Say...

how come you're married to Wes?

L ain't, really. He bartered me.

Bartered yuh?

Folks traded me for twenty dollars

and a horse. They's poor.

L'd call that a lot worse than poor.

Ain't much never mind.

Same here as it was with them.

Oo your work and keep your mouth shut.

- Twenty dollars and a horse.

You're worth...

a little more than that.

How come you're in on this stealin'?

For the money.

L'm gonna have me 100,000 dollars.

Make me a very important person.

Why?

'Cause it will.

What are you doin' here?

- Taw told me to meet him here.

He tell you to hang around my wife?

- Should l wait up on the mountain?

Oon't sass me, boy. - He ain't

done nothin'. - Get back to work!

Leave her alone!

Come on, boy.

- Fletcher! Put it away.

Come here, Billy.

You're not going to say a word,

or make a move, unless l tell yuh.

You go over the route? - Yeah.

What are yuh gonna need? - How long is

the wagon, from the lead horse back?

Forty-seven and a half feet.

L'll need about 500 feet of two-ounce

hemp twine, four bottles of gin...

Gin?

You said time is important.

- That's right. - Then no dynamite.

Fuses don't burn that dependable.

What are you figurin' on?

- Nitroglycerine.

Nitro?

Wes!

- Yeah.

He's figurin' on usin' nitroglycerine.

You know where there is any?

- Pierce has got some.

Where does he keep it?

- At your ranch, in a safe.

Ln a safe? You know the combination?

- No.

Let me show yuh somethin'.

Ever see a shell like this before?

- Yeah.

L took in 10,000 rounds

to Pierce last week.

A Gatling gun.

L just seen Jackson in the

Lucky Oeuce, and Lomax is in there.

Get the sheriff.

L want this whole thing to be legal.

Bartender, set 'em up on me.

L buy my own.

You refusing my hospitality?

L'm ignoring it.

Well, l take that as an insult.

You take it any way you want.

Whiskey!

L said, whiskey!

We don't serve lndians.

- Then l serve myself.

Have one with me.

- Sure.

No thanks!

You too good to drink with lndian?

- That's right.

Oh no!

You might say l saved your life.

- Yeah!

What you do that for?

- Get the horses!

L'm the one you hired

to shoot Jackson.

Why didn't you? You had the chance.

- He never went for his gun.

What are yuh gonna' do?

- L'm goin' after him.

Lomax!

What sort of stupid stunt was that?

We need you tonight.

- You said tomorrow.

Change of plan. The kid wants nitro.

Nitroglycerine?

- Lt's in a safe you have to open.

Forget it! L'm not gonna be

anywhere near that drunk and nitro.

That cut's it!

Nobody takes

a half a million just sittin' around.

Either you cut it out,

or we call the whole thing off.

Alright. Lt'll cost ya 2,000 more.

- Not from me. - Then forget it.

Take 2,000 of mine.

You're a good lndian.

- Alright, Levi.

Go pick up Wild Horse.

We'll get the kid.

Hey, Taw.

For a minute at the saloon,

l thought you were gonna draw.

For a minute l was.

Lt'll be that shack on the left.

What a place.

Yeah.

Well, might as well relax till dark.

Nitroglycerine!

Oon't!

You got five minutes.

Get goin'.

That you, Frenchy?

- Yeah.

What's up? - You want a cup of coffee.

- L want a cup of coffee.

Me too.

Just leave it, right there.

Sure you know what you're doin'?

That's far enough.

You two get over in the corner.

Now, Shack, get rid of that gun.

What are you doin' here?

Just visitin'.

And l've gotta give you credit.

- For what?

For your good taste.

You haven't changed a thing.

What do you want?

- My belongings.

Everything in here belongs to me.

- L want my clothes.

L burned them.

- Even those upstairs in the trunk?

There's nothin' up there except...

- Why don't you go get it?

We'll wait here.

- Oo what the man says.

Just exactly!

Yes, sir.

Why don't you

make yourself comfortable?

L'm comfortable.

Well?

Yeah.

Careful!

Ooes it always smoke like that?

- Huh?

Ooes it always smoke like that?

Yeah.

These what you mean?

- That's it.

You'd risk your neck for those rags?

- Whose neck?

We've got two minutes.

Get going.

Thanks for your hospitality.

- Glad you got what you came for.

So am l.

Oon't anybody get too anxious

to go out this door.

Well, don't stand there, go get him.

Yes, Sir. Come on!

Bunkhouse! Lt's Taw Jackson. Get him!

Where are they goin'?

- Pierce has run 'em out.

All except Wild Horse.

Bring her on out!

That's really something, Mr Pierce.

- She's practically heavy artillery.

Alright, load her up and let's go.

- Yes, sir.

Load her up!

Everything set with Wild Horse?

- He's on his way.

Lt's that time.

Come on!

- Yeah.

Hold it steady.

- L'm tryin'.

How hot's it get around here?

- Ninety, ninety-five. Sometimes more.

You better get me a canteen, then,

so as l can water them down a little.

Yeah.

You need any more help?

- L can rig the twine.

L'll just wet 'em down once more.

- L'll see ya later.

L got it.

Lt's the next ravine, Wes.

- Right.

We're running a little late.

- Lt's that extra weight, Mr Pierce.

How's it going?

- L'll be ready.

What's that?

- The Kiowa tribe.

Pierce has got 'em beat.

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