Arizona Page #2

We've been waiting. I've got to go to work.

Any man that don't think the pies

are worth waiting for is free to leave.

Everything is fine.

I watch pies all the time you're gone.

Thanks, Hilario.

There will be a special pie for you

in the next batch.

Sorry to keep you waiting,

but I had a little business to take care of.

Got a peach today?

Yep, I got a peach right here.

Mind the heat.

Can I get one of them?

You sure can.

Take your pick, as soon as I see your dollar.

It's the last one, quince.

Much obliged, but I come to get my hat.

Oh, it was you.

Doggoned if I didn't walk right off with it.

Be right back.

Say, I never seed a woman pay less

attention to me than you did in that saloon.

Well, I had plenty on my mind.

You're new here.

Got in a little while ago.

Help yourself to some pie. Come on in.

How come you got yourself

into my argument over at the saloon?

Well, where I'm from,

women is supposed to need protection.

I'm obliged

for the use of your hat, stranger...

but I don't ask nor get favours

for being what I was born.

Yep, that's what I found out.

Where you from?

Freeport, Illinois.

I'm from Saint Louis.

What brought you here?

My father and I were going to California.

We got this far and he died.

I see how it is.

Living alone in a place like this,

you couldn't afford to be a woman...

unless you met the right man.

Eat your pie.

Anything left out of that last batch,

Miss Phoebe?

They are all sold, Judge.

- How long before the next batch?

- Maybe an hour.

Seems as though

a newly elected justice of the peace...

ought to have some special rights.

Who elected you?

Oh, some of the boys.

Hey, Joe Briggs.

I got some time on my hands, Joe,

and there's a charge against you.

Might as well hold court out here

where it don't smell so bad.

Are you ready to stand trial?

I ain't got much time. Can you hurry it up?

Sure enough.

Just step in a little more where it's shady.

Now, prisoner at the bar,

the charge against you is...

that you up and blowed the head

plumb off of Gus Modesto...

in consequence of which said shooting,

said Gus is deader than blazes.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

No, Judge, I don't reckon

I can say not guilty...

when everybody seed me do it.

Now, what in tunket made you

act like that, Joe?

Drinking. Just drinking.

Well, the verdict of this here tribunal is...

that Joe Briggs is fined $5...

for disturbing the peace.

Court is hereby adjourned...

to Lazarus Ward's bar,

where said fine will be duly disposed of.

Some day, Judge Bogardus,

the law will come to Arizona...

and half of you will be hung.

Miss Phoebe, you belittle us. Not half, 90%.

Maybe the government forgot us now...

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