Bad Company Page #3

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We got about enough

for beans and coffee.

Well, we just go out

and get more, that's all.

Come here a minute.

- Loney, don't preach no sermons!

- Just hold your horses.

Now, lookee here. This new boy,

how do we know he's worth spit?

- Take my word for it.

- That don't mean nothin'.

What should he do, Loney?

Shoot a hole in a gold piece?

We need more money, right?

Let's see him go and get it.

I mean, that's fair, ain't it?

September 30th 1863.

My plans have changed somewhat.

I've fallen in with some rough types,

but it seems the only way

to get out west,

where I can find my fortune

and make my parents proud.

I resolve never

to do a dishonest act,

nor take part in any thievin',

robbin' or false undertakin'.

I will keep to the straight

and narrow, so help me God.

It is still a sunny day.

What the hell happened to you?

Boys, just don't

go near that hardware store.

- It's nearly hell.

- What happened?

Well, I edged on in there,

and I seen where they kept the money.

Now, there wasn't a soul around.

I reached in the till, and...

- There's $12!

- Shh!

Then this big galoot come chargin'

at me with a knife. See what he did?

- Did you shoot him?

- No!

Hell, I didn't want to pull a crowd.

I broke my hand, though.

Well, I knocked him out cold

and here I am.

What did I tell you?

Isn't this boy a wildcat? Whoo!

- I'm hungry.

- You deserve some chow.

- Come on. Let's get that chow!

- My favourite dinner. Dessert.

All right. Slow down, Boog.

You'll live longer.

First piece is for ol' Drew,

'cause he took the chances.

Next piece is for me.

$25 - that'll do fine.

Simms, give me that list.

Now, Drew...

when you go back into town to get

your horse, pick up these items.

See if you can jew 'em down

on the price a little.

Hey, this is mighty good.

Boys, this time tomorrow,

we'll be out on our lonesome.

Bein' leader,

I say we set some rules before we go.

- Meaning who takes what watch.

- Watch?

- What are we watching for?

- Indians, mostly.

What? You said there weren't

no hostile Indians anywhere near.

You told me that!

Remember when we met?

You says, "Come along, then."

I says, "Is there Indians?"

He said, "Hell, no."

He told you that? OI' Jake?

He must've had his fingers crossed...

'Cause we're crossing

the hunting ground for the O-sage

and the Cherokee

and the Pawnee and the Arapaho.

You're just joshing, ain't you,

Loney? I wish you wouldn't.

They hate to catch

white men on their hunting ground.

You know the Arapaho?

They're the nicest bunch.

- You know what they do?

- No.

First, they cut your pecker off.

- Then they feed it to you.

- Then they kill you.

Drew, they're lying, ain't they?

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