There Was a Crooked Man... Page #6

we'll all pile in and take off.

All right, Coy, now's your chance.

Get that gate open.

We'll keep them off your back.

I thought we were going out the gate.

That's how they think we'd go.

But Coy?

That boy's due to hang next week.

So, what's the difference?

This way he's got a chance. Come on.

And them other two?

You wouldn't wanna run with them

two old daisies, now, would you?

Would you? Come on.

Paris!

Goddamn, we made it! Free and clear!

Floyd.

This is as far as you go.

- Huh?

- This is as far as you go, Floyd.

No, I'm going with you.

You sold out your own gang.

I couldn't risk that.

Someday you're just liable to turn me in.

No. I wouldn't do that to you, Paris.

Ask Lopeman. I'm your friend!

Where are they?

They ought to be here by now.

They ain't coming.

Ain't coming?

What do you mean, ain't coming?

- Paris was gonna meet us here...

- Cyrus.

They ain't coming.

See these specs?

They ain't real, just plain window glass.

Whole thing's been a swindle,

Cyrus, and we've been taken.

All the way down the line.

What are we waiting here for?

We got the wagon. The gate's open!

No, Cyrus.

But it's clear sailing!

Even if we got out,

they'd catch us by nightfall.

I've only got

17 months left to do here.

Soon as I can,

I'm gonna find some work...

...get us a nice little house

in a good little town.

By the time you get out...

...l'll have it all ready

and waiting for you.

That's the way of it, Cyrus.

That's what we're gonna do.

Damn it, Dudley! Come back here!

I mean it, Dudley.

I really mean it this time!

In all my days,

I never met such an ornery...

...mulish, stubborn...

It's just like that time in Albuquerque,

I said it then and I say it now:

We're finished. Finished. We're quits.

You are, without a doubt,

the most pigheaded, stupid son of a...

Fish piss.

We've rounded up 10 more.

Take my advice and hang five,

keep the rest of them in line.

How many still on the loose?

We haven't found your boy,

if that's what you mean.

- He's mine. I mean to get him.

- I believe it.

I mean to kill him.

Big territory. Where'll you look?

He stole the money near Smithfield.

He must've hid it around there.

That's where's he'll be,

and that's where I'll be.

Hold it right there, mister.

Watch where you're going, mister.

This parrot has been sick.

Excuse me, both of you.

Two years a widow. Can't see how

a woman like you could stand it.

Shut up, horse thief.

- Bet he wasn't this good.

- Shut up.

Shut up.

Well, hello there.

Come on in and rest yourself.

- You know a man named Paris Pitman?

- Never heard of him.

Yes, you did. Man who stole

all that money. They caught him here.

Oh, why, that boy is in prison, ain't he?

- You the law?

- That's right.

Well, why don't you come on in anyway?

Yeah, it's a pretty good fit.

Little bit tight.

Hey, he must've been a mite skimpy

around the shoulders too, huh?

Yes, he was.

I wish he was here right now.

Instead of you.

Brushing up on my Spanish.

You ever been to Mexico?

Thanks for the horse.

You want something?

- Any men here?

- No.

- Do you live alone?

- I'm a widow.

Answer my question.

You seen any men around here lately?

You're the first one I've set eyes on

for three weeks.

That mule I spotted in your corral,

mighty fine-looking...

...considering she's been in jail.

Oh, sh*t.

Giddap.

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