Western World Page #5

Well, I'll be.

Sheriff, I'm ready to talk.

Finally got something to say,

Danny?

She told part of the truth.

He did push his way in, and he

was talking awful mean to her.

-George Tammery?

-Yes, sir.

Did he strike her

or shove her to the floor?

No, I guess not.

He was just talking mean.

He didn't want her back, did he?

He just wanted his money.

-That's what he said.

-And then what happened?

He yelled.

She pulled her piece.

She shot him.

Why didn't you tell me?

She'd been talking to me a lot

since she came to dogwood,

saying she liked me a lot more

than she did Mr. Mannors there.

She said she'd have his money as soon

as she could get her hands on it

and that her and me

would go away together.

Well, I guess I can see

how you'd fall for it.

I did.

I guess I love her.

So when Tammery came after her

and she'd killed him,

she convinced you

to take the blame.

Told you to trust her and keep your

mouth shut, something like that?

Yes, sir.

Just like that.

She said her plan would make it

sound like I had to shoot him

to protect both of us.

She said even if I did

go to jail,

it wouldn't be for long.

And she'd wait for me

as long as it took.

And I suppose she quickly

told you this

while Mr. Mannors ran out

of the hotel room for help.

Yes, sir.

And you believed her?

Still do believe she meant it,

even just a little bit.

Well, don't you believe it.

She's smart, and she's fooled

older and wiser men than you.

She wanted us to believe

you did it with your gun.

That way her fancy little

derringer wouldn't enter into it,

nor the possibility

that she did it herself.

Pretty much

the way you figured it.

Just one thing

I can't figure, though.

What's that?

Well, Danny's gun

had been fired twice.

Why and how,

without being heard?

Well, we were out

for a buggy ride.

She asked to shoot my Colt,

saying that she never

shot one before

and wanted to see

what it was like.

And you figured you'd just

reload it later.

You know George Tammery's

on his way into town

when you shot that pistol,

Lucy?

Hell no.

That was just good luck.

Marshall, I'm about to

let Danny out of that cage.

Should I put her in it or do you want

to take her to laramie right now?

-Well, I gu...

-I...!

Get your goddamn hands off me,

you lecherous bastard!

We're going to take a little

buggy ride, you and me.

If you're real good and these boys

here don't do anything stupid,

you might just live

through the night.

Marshall white,

you knew so damn much

all about me and my pretty

silver little toy.

Too bad nobody told you

about the pistol I keep

strapped to my leg

under my skirts.

It sure is.

That a new practice, Lucy?

New enough it seems.

Don't forget

you owe me money, Caleb.

Go.

Hurry it up.

Take the reins, old man.

You're gonna drive and I'll

keep this pistol in your ribs.

Don't you men even think

about following us.

If I see you behind us,

I'll kill him.

I believe you, Lucy.

You can't let her get away. She'll

kill him as soon as she's clear.

What the hell?

You pulled the king bolts

out of the buggy.

Yep.

Did you rig my buggy,

Marshall white?

-Yes I did, Lucy.

-God, I hate you.

I imagine so.

So, you could only have

done it

before you went into

Ramey's office.

Right again.

So you knew all along?

Well, I suspected, but I figured

I'd better play it safe.

So why let all of that

go on in the office?

Why not just call me out

right away?

Well, like I said, I only suspected

that you were Lucy silver.

And if it turned out

to be the case, which it did,

I couldn't be sure

that you did the shooting.

I had to let things

play out.

As it turned out, it was you

and with another fella's money

on the run again.

And a damn fine buggy.

And a damn fine buggy, which I'm gonna

have to ask you to step down out of now.

My! Marshall white!

Are you trying to see how far

I'll go to negotiate my freedom?

Pardon me, Lucy,

my hand slipped.

Sure it did,

Marshall white.

Or should I call you Moses,

now that we're becoming

somewhat intimate?

You know, Lucy, they told me you had a sense

of humor. I guess they weren't lying.

I'm just a laugh

a minute, Moses.

You should keep me around

and find out.

You all right, doc moss?

You ain't hurt, are you?

No, I'm not hurt.

I'm startled, certainly.

Damn woman scared the wits

out of me.

-Not hurt, though?

-No. No, thank god.

Good. Sheriff,

I suggest you lock up Lucy here

and the good doctor.

Did you say lock up doc moss?

What the hell are you

talking about now, Marshall?

Well, it bothered me a little

when Lucy hiked up her skirts

and produced that weapon

without any of us seeing it,

like it just appeared

in her hand.

So just now when I was

helping her out of the wagon,

I made sure to get

a real good feel of her leg.

Yes, you did, Marshall white.

Maybe you ought to be

arrested for that.

And I found that she is not

wearing a holster on her leg.

She lied to us about that.

Well, then where'd she get

the pistol?

She probably pulled it off

of doc moss here

when she fainted

into his arms,

which was planned

for our benefit.

She probably pulled it out

from underneath his vest.

Henry Mannors could have

given her that gun.

I mean, he was beside her

the entire time.

And he is, after all,

her lover.

I did no such thing!

Well, somebody gave her

that gun.

My gun, to be exact.

Roman?

That's right, ambrose.

After you and Caleb

left my office,

I noticed my pistol was missing

from my desk drawer.

So you see, Marshall, either

mayor Taylor or doctor moss

could have passed her

that gun.

Well, that's a damn lie,

and a crazy one at that.

Why, Henry Mannors had more reason

to help her than any of us,

being he's in love with her.

I certainly would,

if I was he.

Just look at her.

My god.

Not you, too.

-She's so lovely.

-Alive?

You probably don't see

much of that.

Marshall, why do you say

doc moss passed her that gun?

-I mean, why would he do it?

-Money, sheriff.

Money to pay off them gambling

debts I heard y'all mention.

The same reason he didn't want

to produce those two bullets

that killed George Tammery

after he'd been asked.

He wanted us to believe that Danny

had done the shooting with his gun.

See, if we all believed

that he killed her husband,

well, then Lucy would appear

to be a grieving widow

who stood to acquire all

of George Tammery's holdings.

And not just the money she took

when she left town,

but all his property

and business,

and she could afford

to pay the doc

a pretty penny

to keep her in the clear.

Mayor Taylor needs money

just as much as doctor moss.

To replace the funds he skimmed

from the town's tax coffer.

That's a lie!

Then where's the money

gone to, ambrose,

if not into your pockets?

Stop it, men!

I said stop it,

before you hurt each other!

Not much chance of that,

sheriff.

I've seen better catfights

between tired old whores.

Councilman, all of you, you've

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