Wyatt Earp's Revenge Page #4

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I'll be fine.

You wanna go on?

- Yes.

- You a married man, Mr. Taylor?

No.

Brothers? Sisters?

Only child.

Man needs family. Folks?

My mother passed last year.

My father when I was young.

- This might be too much for you.

- No. No.

Please continue.

Leaving that man's body was

just the beginning of the bloodshed.

Spike had no sorrow,

no guilt about what he did.

With the boys split up, they'd wanna

meet up with the gang before long.

We'd have a force on our hands.

On the house, boys.

It's to you, Bass.

I saw the front cover of the Times.

I just don't think

you got that gold hidden.

You read too many

of them dime novels.

That leaves you, Jose.

You know why they call me

Chavez y Chavez?

Because I'm double.

Not one but two.

Well, read them and weep, boys.

Wait, wait. You lying sons of b*tches.

Why don't you stand up

and turn around real slow like?

Certainly.

- Marshal Wyatt Earp.

- Sam Kenedy, you're under arrest.

For what? I didn't do nothing.

We'll let the judge decide that.

- Where's your brother at?

- Marshal...

...you can't arrest me

without a badge.

Besides, you're just a town marshal.

It seems to me

that you're in the wrong town.

Did you get fired?

Did you all get fired?

Let's get him out of here, boys.

Oh, howdy, sheriff.

What's going on here?

People are telling me you're scar...

Charlie? Is that you?

Wyatt?

- Bat?

- Sure enough, sheriff.

This man is wanted in Dodge City

for murder along with his brother.

We're gonna bring them in for some

justice, likely from the end of a rope.

Got a warrant?

No warrant, no prisoner.

That's unconstitutional.

You know that, Charlie.

I told you.

Sheriff, this here's the brother

of James "Spike" Kenedy.

You've seen all the

wanted posters around.

We know who Spike Kenedy is.

We also know who his daddy is too.

Now, Mifflin...

...he and the mayor here are friends.

Sorry, boys.

I can't let you take him.

I don't think you understand.

We're in a bit of a time crunch here.

Don't make me insist.

We're the ones gonna have to insist.

Is that a fact?

You boys running around

without your badges.

That's a pretty bold move,

going after the Kenedy brothers.

Them renegades hear about it,

they're gonna come for you.

Spike.

- What's this about?

- Matter of a posse to take care of.

- What kind of a posse?

- Wyatt Earp.

Son of a b*tch chased us down

from Dodge City.

- Hey, where's my brother?

- Ask Sanchez.

He was at the Old House.

- All right, let's move out.

- Come on.

Townspeople of Dodge just might

throw you and Spike a parade.

What are you smiling at?

Don't you worry now. Your brother

will be in your presence once again.

Never catch him.

Well across county line.

Way to Mexico.

Yeah? We'll just see

if you keep on laughing...

...while you're swinging

from them Dodge City gallows.

He planned a break

from your capture?

One man cannot believe

he could escape such a large force.

Sam was not my concern

at the moment.

I knew Spike

would be looking to reclaim him.

Once he found he was in our custody,

there would be trouble.

There would be some blood spilled.

Sam Kenedy. Where is he?

Hey.

Sanchez.

- You said he was here.

- They're gone, boss.

Where the hell is he?

Spike.

Where's my brother, Lloyd?

Afraid he's got company.

Wyatt Earp, no less.

He's gonna get a new necktie.

Now, boys...

...I don't want any trouble.

So just hand over your guns.

All of you.

Do what he says.

My father's gonna hear

about this, Lloyd.

That'll be the day.

Wyatt Earp is dead. You hear me?

They're all dead!

You became the prey.

You could say that, I suppose.

Or you could say that Sam

became the bait.

All depends on how you look at it.

We could be going

the wrong way completely.

I believe our friend here

may have some answers for us.

Tell us where your brother is,

the judge may go easy on you.

Yeah.

Any fighting breaks out,

I swear I'll kill you myself.

Hoist them.

- Belts on the ground.

- We are lawmen.

- Don't do anything stupid.

- I ain't playing.

I ain't gonna ask you again.

Now! Bill.

Nice and easy.

I can see the headlines now:

"Wyatt Earp and his posse

caught with their pants down."

It's gonna be tequila

and senoritas for me. Come on.

I wouldn't if I were you.

You couldn't have just grazed him?

- How is he?

- He needs a doctor.

Finding a doctor's gonna take time.

- That's time we don't have, Wyatt.

- Bill? Do we have a trail?

- We ought to talk about heading back.

- Giving up?

Look, we gotta start

thinking about ourselves.

I see. Bat?

Denton isn't far.

They'll have a doctor there.

Denton it is.

Come on.

He wasn't about to get away from me.

I never lost a man in custody.

I wasn't about to start now.

Dead or alive,

he'd still be a lure to Spike.

Luckily, there was a town nearby.

You're purring like a kitten, Pete.

Purring like a kitten.

Hey.

I'm gonna try something else now,

Pete.

How you feeling, boy?

Let's have another go.

All right, Pete.

Giggling like a schoolgirl there,

Pete.

Giggling like a schoolgirl.

- Looks like we found us the one.

- I do believe so.

Mercy.

- Come on, Pete. We can get this.

- Good luck. Come on.

Doesn't but tickle a bit,

does it, Pete?

Just like...

...being in the schoolyard, isn't it?

Yes, sir, it's almost there.

I can feel it trembling at the root.

- You a doctor?

- Lord have mercy, Pete.

- You're doing great.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Are you a doctor?

- Some call it that, yes.

Though I'm rather busy

at the moment, if you'll excuse me.

Did I stutter?

I don't think you realise

this here's a matter of life and death...

...and we're willing to pay.

In advance.

Thank you for your time, Pete.

Gentlemen.

Boys.

I don't think you understand.

I only do extractions.

Believe me,

it's gonna be an extraction.

Well...

...I am an oral surgeon,

but I suppose we can...

...make room for the table.

Set him down.

Seems your friend

has succumbed to gunplay.

Might I enquire as to

the events that led to this?

You may not.

Fair enough.

Gentlemen, hold him down, please.

Giddyap.

- No!

- My. Boy, that is deep.

I believe I'll have to try

another procedure.

Thank God, doc. Give me a little.

Much better.

Wait, wait.

Please. No. No, no.

Doctor.

Why don't you tell us

where your brother is...

...or it might take a long time

to dig out this here bullet.

Sir, I must protest.

My name is Marshal Wyatt Earp.

That there

is Marshal Charlie Bassett.

That's Bill Tilghman.

This here is Sheriff Bat Masterson.

This is the brother of Spike Kenedy.

We're after these boys

for the murder of an innocent woman.

I didn't kill that girl!

Shut up.

- Little boy's daddy too.

- Now, we need your help.

Wyatt Earp?

Bat Masterson?

Well, go on, boy.

Tell the gentlemen

what they wanna know.

Where's your brother?

I ain't telling you nothing, law dog.

Well, I wonder

where this bullet could be.

No.

No, okay. Okay. Okay, marshal.

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