Quigley Down Under Page #2

Usual barrel length's 30 inches.

This one has an extra four.

It's converted to use a special

.45-caliber, 110-grain metal cartridge

with a 540-grain paper-patched bullet.

It's fitted with double set triggers

and a vernier sight.

It's marked up to 1200 yards.

This one shoots a mite further.

An experimental weapon

with experimental ammunition.

You could call it that.

Let's experiment.

Whitey, take that bucket

and ride out until I signal.

Tell me when you want him to stop.

Your man able to hit

something that far away?

I don't know him.

I never saw him before.

He'd have to be a good shot all right.

'Bout there'll do.

Bullshit.

Are you quite certain, Mr. Quigley,

that you wouldn't like

the bucket a bit closer?

Jesus Christ!

Quite certain.

Told you. Only my Roy could

hit a coyote from that distance.

Very impressive. You're hired.

Would you excuse me for a minute?

There's some business

I have to attend to.

You might find this interesting.

Nice shootin', Roy.

Mr. Marston?

I think there's been a mistake.

The one they call Crazy Cora.

I'd appreciate it

if your men leave her alone

- till you and I have a chance to talk.

- Whatever you want.

You are deserters from

Her Majesty's armed forces.

The penalty for your crime is death.

You were caught on my land.

I could have you shot for trespassing.

Look, you let us stay here,

guv'nor, we'll serve you proper.

Better than this

convict scum you've got.

Well, unfortunately, your commanding

officer Major Ashley-Pitt and I

have an understanding,

and so, I'm afraid,

you'll be sent back

to face the firing party.

But I see no reason why you

should be trussed up like animals.

Mr. Dobkin.

This is my preferred weapon,

Mr. Quigley.

Do join me for dinner.

You've got to admit, the Yank's

a damn good shot with a long rifle.

Oh, sure. But you give me

a weapon like that,

and I could beat him with my eyes shut.

Easy to say, O'Flynn.

You've got a lot to learn.

I ain't got a lot to learn. Look at you,

Dobkin. You've been here 12 years,

and all you've got to show for it

is cold mutton.

He's in, getting a fancy dinner.

Huh?

You were actually in Dodge City?

William Hickok must have been there.

Spent a night there once.

I was pretty tired.

Dodge City's a nice place

to get some sleep.

Are you familiar with

the army revolver, Mr. Quigley?

Well, sir, I never had much use for one.

It's a recent invention of

your countryman, Colonel Colt.

God created all men. They say

Sam Colt made 'em equal. More or less.

That's what I like about you Americans.

You're people of action, not words.

That mint jelly on your lamb.

It's my own creation.

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