Western World Page #6

let this woman's influence

reduce you to fighting

in the street.

You can't blame me

for all of this.

It seems as though your town

has had its share

of dirty little

secrets before,

starting with these

little councilmen of yours.

Marshall, I understand

your reasoning,

but when would Lucy silver

and doctor moss

-have arranged such a deal?

-Think about it.

There must have been some time

when they were alone.

Yeah, after the shooting.

I was questioning Danny

and looking through her room

and doctor moss went in the

other room to examine her

'cause George Tammery

had roughed her up,

and she had swooned,

after all.

Yes. Yes, she did.

Just like she did

in your office this evening.

Of course, the doctor didn't

find any injuries,

but it did give her an opportunity

to make an offer of money.

So why'd she lie about the gun

being holstered to her leg?

To protect doctor moss?

Well, she had to have us believe

that he was her hostage

so that we wouldn't try

and stop her escape.

Other than that,

she don't give a damn about him.

Damn right about that.

Did doctor moss know

you had that pistol

in your drawer, Mr. Pearl?

Yes, he did.

I showed it to him the other day

in hopes of him buying it.

I'm that short of cash.

The doctor couldn't afford to pay

you for that pistol, could he?

No, he could not.

How am I supposed to have

any money?

You know how the people in this

dirt town pay me for my services?

They pay me with pies

and fabric and grain.

Mrs. potts paid me

for treating

her husband's broken foot

with a chicken.

What the hell am I supposed

to do with a damn chicken?

Ended up selling it

to Annie's eatery

for a few pennies,

that's what I did.

What money you do get,

you drink and gamble away.

Yeah, I owe the saloons

in this town.

But the barrell top won't let me

in the main door anymore

and the owner of the dogwood

threatened me.

Threatened you how?

With bodily harm, damn it!

He promised to break

one of my fingers

if I didn't give him any money

this very week.

And then continue

to break bones

until my debt's paid

or I'm dead.

Well, there you have it,

sheriff.

It's probably about time

you take Danny holt out

and put Lucy and the doctor in,

don't you think?

I suppose so.

Let's go.

And what about my gun?

Well, I suppose it's evidence,

isn't it?

I mean, we have to

hold on to it.

I suppose we got enough

witnesses here

for depositions

about what's happened.

It hasn't been fired.

I don't seen any reason why we

can't give him his piece back.

Well, that's that, then.

Lucy, what should I do?

Go home, you damn fool.

Thank you for everything.

I know you didn't want them

to take me.

Go on, now.

We'll talk later.

About time we did.

I guess I know why

you were set on

Danny holt not going

to laramie to stand trial,

and it had nothing to do with

what gun had been used, did it?

I mean, if you'd thought of

that, you'd have said so.

Truth is...

You really thought Danny holt

had done it.

You had me fooled

on that one, sheriff.

You're right,

I thought he had done it.

I was so sure,

I told him to stay quiet

and I'd get him

out of it somehow,

but damn fool I am,

I almost got him hung.

Well, you didn't know

about Lucy silver.

You gonna arrest me, too,

Marshall?

After all,

I was protecting a suspect

I thought

was guilty as hell.

No, I don't suppose I will.

I don't expect I can arrest

the whole damn town

on one night now, can I?

Well, that's a relief

to hear that.

I don't know if you're

a bad man, sheriff.

Probably not.

A better man might have

acknowledged the boy, though.

I got a wife, Marshall white,

and standing in the community.

I just couldn't lose

all that.

I just couldn't, so I just tried

to help him in little ways.

What the hell are you two

talking about?

Well, I'll be damned.

The high and mighty sheriff

is Danny holt's

shameful daddy.

-Come on.

-Well, ain't that a laugh?

Don't put me in there with her.

She's already put a gun to my head.

Doc,

it's just for the night.

I won't bite...

Much.

Well, you don't seem too concerned

with the fix you're in.

Hell.

I've gotten out of worse

than this, Moses,

and you have me now,

and, yes,

you'll take me

to laramie tomorrow.

But you'll see me again.

You put up a good front, Lucy,

I'll give you that.

But if you weren't scared,

you wouldn't have risked

everything to try and escape.

And you and I

both know that,

well, you're facing

either prison

or the noose in laramie.

I hate to say it,

but that's the truth.

You can go straight to hell,

Marshall white.

So can you.

Why me?

'Cause.

I'll be at Henry Mannors' hotel

if anybody needs me.

Marshall, thank you.

Danny'd still be in that cell

if it wasn't for you.

All right.

Hey,

what can you tell me

about the dogwood pass saloon?

Nice place.

Liquor, games, music.

-Got two pianos.

-What about the owner?

Harlan Pritz,

he's a hardcase,

but, you know...

Do you believe

he threatened doctor moss?

I don't know about that.

You don't?

Would you know if he ran

a crooked game?

I've heard rumors of such,

but I haven't seen any evidence.

Afraid that's all

I can tell you.

All right, then.

-See you in the morning.

-Good night, Marshall.

Good night.

You have a good evening,

Marshall.

Well.

Decided to give it

another try, I see.

Smart man.

You know, the more you do it,

the better your chances.

Place your bet, my friend.

All right.

Now you just focus on the one with the

little pea in the middle right here.

Shouldn't be too hard.

All right.

Unh.

Well!

We have a winner.

Congratulations.

And that goes for everybody

out there.

Y'all can win this game.

I thought you were

in Sheridan.

I was. Now I'm here in dogwood

pass looking for you.

Doesn't look like

you're looking for me.

It looks like you're

drinking your dinner.

Checked the hotel.

You weren't there.

Figured you'd make your way

here sooner or later.

Well, you were wrong.

I was on my way past

to the hotel.

But now you're here,

so I was right.

You look tired.

Have a seat.

Wade, you don't know

the half of it.

I got into town

this evening...

After running all the way

from rawlins.

Come here to pick up

a murder suspect

to take to laramie.

Damn if I didn't walk

into a hornet's nest.

Yeah, first off,

there's this mayor

that I'm pretty sure is skimming

off the town coffers.

Then there's a doctor that's so

desperate to pay off his gambling debts

that he's willing to help

a murderess escape.

And then there's

the sheriff himself,

who got a shameful secret,

and he's trying

to protect someone

he's pretty sure

is a killer.

Sounds like the pillars

of the community

have their feet

anchored in the sand.

Well, they surely do.

They surely do.

And it was brought about

by one devious woman

who's trying to keep her neck

out of the noose as well.

My god, Wade,

I don't think I've seen

a more desperate group

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