Big Jake Page #2

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I said is there anything else

I can do for you, mister?

Still, that's the only problem

with it,

and ain't that

the awful bloody truth?

Billy, you stay close

to me, you hear? Real close.

No!

Run, Little Jake.

Run.

Mrs. McCandles,

you want that

kid alive?

Don't you be a damn fool.

Hey, sonny.

- Hey, Trooper.

- Yeah!

Hyah!

Hey, O'Brien!

The boy!

Why, you mangy little...

Breed!

He's no good to us dead.

I can wait.

Fain,

I don't like

the name "Breed."

I'll try and remember that.

Give me that!

Come here, you little...

All right.

Put me down!

Come on,

put me down!

Hyah!

- Hyah!

- Hyah!

Get the doctor,

then find my sons.

And himself, your husband?

I have no husband.

Come on!

Hyah!

Take him to my bed.

Please, be careful with him.

Old Mexico!

There ain't nothing

they can do to us here.

The Mexicans can.

Jeffrey McCandles,

can you hear me?

This fool doctor says

you're going to die

but I say you are not.

I taught you better manners

than to make a liar out of your

mother, Jeffrey McCandles.

He's just sleeping,

Martha.

I know that.

Delilah, there's a big

red strongbox in the attic

I want it.

Yes'm.

We're seeking permission

from the Mexican government

at the highest possible levels,

Mrs. McCandles.

When we receive

that permission,

we are prepared

to enter Mexico

with howsoever many troops

as are acceptable

to the Mexican government

and to deliver

the ransom

wherever and

to whomever directed.

I am told that there

is $1 million in that box.

Buck,

what about you?

Speaking for the Rangers

or for myself?

For yourself.

I got ten of my best men

with me.

I'd like to go after

the boy myself.

If you say so, Martha,

I'll take that box in.

I am grateful to you both

but I don't think this is

a job for the Rangers, Buck

nor for the Army, sir.

It is, I think,

going to be a very

harsh and unpleasant

kind of business

and will, I think, require

an extremely harsh

and unpleasant kind

of man to see to it.

No, sir.

No, sir, I ain't.

Haven't butted into

anybody's business

since I was 18 year old

at which time

it almost got me killed.

Ain't going to

start that again.

What's the matter?

Oh, what'd he have

to go and do that for?

You got any last

words, Scotsman?

Aye, give me my bonnet.

My head's cold.

All right, now, let's

get on with the hanging.

Howdy.

Got you kind of surrounded,

haven't they?

This your business, mister?

What is he, a murderer

or a horse thief?

He's a sheep farmer.

Phew, that's where that

horrible odor comes from.

That's right.

How 'bout the boy?

You gonna hang him, too,

or just beat him up

some more?

Mister, you shouldn't

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