Silverado Page #3

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EMMETT:

Looks like that's not all they

admired.

PADEN:

Yup. The whole rig. I don't care

much about the rest, but I surely

will miss that bay. Least they didn't

kill me. That was right considerate,

I thought. They were laughing when

they left me. Thought it was real

funny. I walked for a little while

but there was no use, so I gave it

up. Figured it was just bad luck.

Emmett comes over and fills Paden's coffee cup.

EMMETT:

Looks like those boys are headed

south, so they weren't the same ones

that jumped me. Which way you going?

PADEN:

Where's the pinto going?

EMMETT:

I gotta stop by Turley and meet a

guy.

PADEN:

Where's Turley?

EMMETT:

South of here, past Chimayo.

PADEN:

Maybe I'll go along as far as Chimayo.

Get me some clothes. Maybe a bath.

EMMETT:

Yeah, maybe a bath.

Emmett settles down at his saddle and pulls a blanket over

himself. Paden glances at the rifle in its scabbard on the

pinto's saddle by his head.

PADEN:

Is this loaded?

Emmett nods and closes his eyes. Paden smiles at the implied

trust and settles down himself.

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