Along Came Jones Page #3

- Yeah.

Nobody's as stupid as you make him out to be.

He's just a common, ordinary,

useless bronc stomper,

like you see any way you looked around here.

He'd have done anything I asked him to.

He would, huh?

He did, didn't he?

He kinda liked you?

Yeah, it looked like it.

That's what I thought it was.

You better be glad he did, too.

There's something maybe you better remember.

And never mind tellin' me

how it didn't mean nothin' to you.

Just don't monkey around with nobody at all,

unless you wanna see their belly blasted open.

In my life, I ain't never been so low in my mind

as since I talked to that there girl.

If we aim to get across that line,

we ought to hustle up these ponies.

- I don't aim to cross any line.

- What are you talking about?

I don't aim to get across any line

because that's what she wants us to do.

I worked that out before her mouth shut.

- You mean there ain't no posse?

- Sure, and it's probably trailin' us.

There wouldn't be if she hadn't sicked it on us.

Are you telling me

that there pretty lady is a skunk?

Something happened back there

we don't know what it is.

If that posse's trailing us to the south,

it'd make an opening

for somebody to get away to the north.

- I can't believe it.

- Where is that somebody else now?

If what you say is a fact,

he's hid out round that same place.

- That's the way I figured it too.

- Leastways, if she ain't, he...

Wait a minute, Melody.

You ain't gotta be no dumber than necessary.

That would make me somebody.

The man that took Monte Jarrad.

- Now, you look here...

- You don't understand, George.

But for one hour back there

I felt what it felt like to be high-regarded.

- I'm never gonna feel the same again.

- But that fella's a killer.

I might even get...

you can't tell... get to be sheriff.

That or a corpse. One or the other.

Now, you just listen to me.

- Where are you goin'?

- Back.

But listen, Melody... Melody!

You go on if you want to.

If only you could shoot a little better.

What are we supposed to be doing?

Playing Indians?

You gonna ask her where he is?

I ain't figured out yet what I'm gonna do.

I was mixed up in shootin' once. I can't tell you

how quick I got sick of the whole idea.

Mm-hm!

- He's changed, Avery.

- He can't help it. He's in trouble.

They're chasin' him and he's wounded.

No, it's more than that.

You know, when we were all kids together,

just growin' up,

he was kind of wild, of course.

That's why I was so crazy about him, I guess.

But it ain't wildness now. He's mean.

Plain, downright mean.

And he's gettin' meaner all the time.

There she is now. Ask her.

What you got in this mattress? Skulls?

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