Along Came Jones

and already I got a certain standing.

Unsmiling, eh?

I can walk in any place and clear my own place

at the bar until they... even before they know me.

- All right. Come with me.

- Huh?

Come with me.

Mr Unsmiling Jones.

Thought you said you weren't coming back.

- Your pleasure, gentlemen?

- Some liquor.

Yes, sir.

Stop goggling. You're with me.

- Mud in your eye.

- Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

- Good stuff.

- Yeah.

- I make it myself.

- How much?

On the house, any time.

Much obliged.

You see?

It's spooked.

The whole dad-blamed town is spooked.

We gotta get outta this place quick.

Why, it's all very simple, George.

Simple? What would you have done

if somebody had drawn on you?

What would anyone draw on me for?

Because you was asking for it. The way

you walked in, your face all scrounged up.

It was just asking somebody

to slap leather with you.

Well...

Look, Melody, you couldn't hit the hind end

of your horse with a handful of bug shot.

- Right in front.

- He'll move.

You ain't a gun fighter.

You ain't even a good shot.

You're just a no-good bronc stomper

that's been hit in the seat of the pants...

Look.

He's looking at something else.

Darlin'!

Monte!

Don't move. There's a gun on you.

- Come with me. Keep close.

- Listen, lady...

Do as I tell you

and I'll get you out of this. Smile. Smile.

That's better.

Stay right here and I'll get your horses.

- Who is it?

- I never seen her before.

In Cheyenne when you was

kicked in the head and missing four days,

you sure you didn't marry somebody?

I wasn't that far out of my head.

Whoa.

- Keep close to the front wheel.

- But...

- You looking to get shot?

- No.

Then do what I say.

When you start moving, move.

Now can you tell us what happened?

- What's them initials stand for?

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