Young Bill Hickok Page #5

Well, I'm glad to hear you sold | your place to profit.

But I hate to see ya go, Tower.

Well, now that the war is over, I think | there are better opportunities in California.

- Good-bye, gentlemen. | - Good-bye and good luck.

- Bye. | - Bye.

- Mornin', Bill! | - Hello, Calamity.

Where's Tower goin'?

Pullin' out fer Californ-y.

I bet he's got that gold with him.

I wish I could prove it.

Say, here's the latest. | Came in on the mornin' stage.

Death to all tyrants.

John Wilkes Booth.

Say, Gabby. John Wilkes Booth's signature | was on a letter I saw in Tower's office.

He closed it by sayin' 'Death to all tyrants'.

Do you realize what that means?

Tower's tied in with a nationwide plot to wreck the Union!

The holy union, eh?

Ya don't say!

Well, I've got to get outta here.

Yeah, but how?

I got an idea. Get ready fer whatever happens!

Calamity, you go get them horses.

Tie that around the bars.

Alright, Steve, get goin'!

What happened?

Oh, look, the wheels are off!

There's the wheels over...

How we gonna stop all them fellers?

Can't we surround 'em?

Looks like Morrell and his whole gang.

Well, if it is, the smartest thing | we can do is learn to love 'em.

Chances are, the marshal's trailin' us.

We'll go back.

You can't do that. You'll be stickin' | your neck in the noose again.

Well, he's got to listen to me this time.

Tower and all the Overland Raiders are makin' | the getaway with all that stolen gold!

Is this another one o' your tricks?

It's the truth, so help me! We just | seen 'em with our own eyes!

Alright, Hickok. I'll give ya another | chance, but you better be right this time.

This way.

Something's happened! There's | a posse following us!

They don't look peaceful! We better run for it!

They've seen us!

Every man for himself! Spread out!

Surround the Raiders before they get away!

I'll try to strike the wagon!

Alright, Tower.

Way to cover, Bill!

Nothin' much I can say to ya, Hickok, | but I don't forget very easy.

Well, that's alright with me.

I'm pretty forgetful myself, marshal.

But if ya ever need me to do a good turn...

... don't forget to jog my memory.

How 'bout payin' for that | stagecoach you wrecked?

I said jog it, not jolt it.

Giddyup!

We're gonna have a cowboy weddin'

When the sage is all abloom

To the mountains we'll be headin'

For our sunny honeymoon

We're gonna drink in all the sunshine

Long the banks of some cool stream

Just to laugh and play | the livelong day

Build a cabin of our dreams

We wanna hear guitars a-ringin'

When they play our weddin' tune

Down the aisle you'll find a-swingin'

In the early part of June

Within a year, we have no fear

A lullaby will croon

We're gonna have a cowboy weddin'

When the sage is all a--

Majors and Waddell are comin'!

If you're ever gonna get married, ya better | not let 'em catch ya again!

Have ya seen Bill Hickok?

No, and what's more, you ain't gonna | see 'em, neither.

They've absconded, eloped, departed, | and left for parts unknown.

Well, that's too bad. We got a weddin' present for 'em.

- Huh? | - Yeah.

The reward money for cleanin' out | the Overland Raiders.

Why, I... Hey, Bill!

- Bill! | - Bill, wait!

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