Once Upon a Time in the West Page #2

Whosoever liveth and believeth in me

shall never die. Amen.

- Mr Bennett!

- What's he doing here?

I found this collar

on a nail by the door.

You got no way of knowing,

but this is as good as a signature.

Cheyenne's hand.

- But why?

- Don't worry, Mrs McBain.

We'll make 'em tell us

before we hang 'em.

Let's get moving.

Come on.

Let's go back to Flagstone.

No, Sam.

You go back.

You don't want

to stay out here alone.

Huh. Why not?

This is my home.

You know, Wobbles...

...I'm kinda mad at you.

Frank wasn't there.

- Ow!

- He sent three friends.

I don't know nothing, I swear.

I only arranged the meeting

the way... the way you wanted it.

I don't know why Frank wasn't there.

- I swear to you that I...

- Cos he was at the McBains'.

That's not true.

Cheyenne did that job.

Everyone knows that. We got proof.

That was always one

of Frank's tricks. Faking evidence.

I don't know.

I swear.

I only arranged the meeting. I swear.

I don't know nothing.

Who's there?

Did you make coffee?

Make it.

Didn't sleep a wink.

A pack of turds dressed in black

rode herd on me the whole damn night.

Yeah, but I left them

in the middle of the desert.

If they're lucky, they'll be home

in three days.

I'll do it. You fetch the coffee.

They want to hang me,

the big black crows.

Idiots.

What the hell?

I'll kill anything, but never a kid.

Be like killing a priest.

A Catholic priest, that is.

Yeah, the world is full of people

who hate Cheyenne.

See, I ain't

the mean bastard people make out.

Of course, if somebody

had a mind to kill me...

...it fires me up.

And a fired-up Cheyenne...

...ain't a nice thing to see.

Especially for a lady.

But you're too smart to make him mad.

So this here's where I was

supposed to do all the killing?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Don't seem the place is worth a sh*t.

Now, if somebody gets dressed up

to look like me...

...so they can hang this thing

around my neck...

...I don't like it none.

But I can understand it.

Hmm.

What I don't understand is why.

Neither do I.

But I see you looked a lot

for the why.

Yeah.

What if there were

a whole heap of whys?

Round. Yellow.

You know the kind.

You rap 'em on a stone...

...and they go ''ding''.

Maybe.

But I didn't find them.

Hmm.

By the way,

you know anything about a man

going around playing a harmonica?

He's somebody you'd remember.

Instead of talking, he plays.

And when he'd better play, he talks.

You know, when you've killed four,

it's easy to make it five.

Sure. You're an expert.

Ma'am, it seems to me

you ain't caught the idea.

Of course I have.

I'm here alone in the hands

of a bandit who smelled money.

If you want to, you can lay me

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