Annie Oakley Page #3

I want to bet my own money.

Show him what you've got, Ma.

Lem sent down $10

and Sheriff Bixby sent down $5,

and a lot of other people chipped in.

$37 in all.

Yes, sirree.

Then forget about it.

There's not going to be any contest.

Maybe you can settle for half, Mac.

You mean just because I'm not a man,

you ain't gonna let me shoot?

That's perfectly all right, Miss Oakley.

You're going to get your chance.

The bet still stands.

But I'll discount it and pay off right away,

Mr. Hogarth.

Oh, no, you don't.

The whole hog or nothing at all.

And I'm speaking for Toby Walker, too.

Toby Walker?

You're in big company now, Miss Oakley.

Oh, I couldn't shoot against Toby Walker.

Oh, now, you mustn't be afraid.

You just do the best you can.

Just pretend you're shooting quail.

Oh, I ain't scared he could beat me.

It's just that it don't seem reasonable.

Of course it isn't.

But we're going through with it

just the same.

Ma, can I have the money?

Would... Would you bet the money for me?

Oh, yes, of course I'll bet it for you.

Here's yours, Annie.

Here. They don't belong to you.

Here's a seat for you, Mrs. Oakley.

Hey, don't meddle with those guns.

Oh, I'm sorry, mister,

but whenever I see a gun, I always...

What's a kid like you know about guns?

I got one here.

It was clean through the Civil War.

Well, gee... Well...

Well, gee whiz, don't tell me

you shoot with a thing like that?

Of course I do.

What do you shoot? Doodlebugs?

You hang around, kid, and you'll see

some shooting that is shooting.

I figured on seeing some tall shooting,

otherwise I wouldn't be here.

Up from the sticks to see me

make a monkey out of that Oakley?

The shootingest monkey you ever saw,

and we got $37 says so.

No! About all the ready cash

in that county, I suppose.

Bring on that hickory-nut-knocker.

Mr. Walker,

meet Miss Hickory-nut-knocker.

- What?

- Your opponent, Miss Annie Oakley.

What do you mean?

Hey, Maclvor, is this your idea of a joke,

asking me to shoot against

a half-baked kid, and a girl at that?

Now, if you'd like to call off the bet...

He's right, Mr. Maclvor.

He'd look awful silly

if I beat him in front of all these folks.

Beat me! Why, you...

Get those targets ready. Beat me!

Make him earn his money, Annie.

I was wondering, Mr. Maclvor,

if you could help me find

some plain sewing?

Well, I don't know about needlework,

but I've got a cigar stand at the hotel...

Oh, I love a man who smokes a cigar.

Mind you,

the job only calls for selling cigars.

As the challenger, you shoot first.

Start with the end target.

Yes, sir.

Clear the range, boys.

All right.

You started at the wrong end.

- That's all right. Set it up again.

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