Rancho Notorious Page #2
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- 1952
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The $300 is yours.
Sheriff, did you ever hear of
Chuck-A-Luck? A saloon? A password?
No, I never did. Here's your gun.
The reward - it'll be a few days.
Give it to the barber.
- That's sure kind of you.
You did our job. The least I can do
is buy you a drink.
- Wait a minute.
Did any of you ever hear of
Altar Crane.
- It seems to me like I heard
of a name like that.
Or Altar Keane?
- Yeah, I remember.
If it's the person I'm thinking of,
the name is Keane, not Crane.
Altar Keane, yeah!
- What are you laughing at?
That name takes me back a long time,
when I was mining ore in a boom town.
Well, one night,
it was a horse race,
only I was one of the horses
and Altar Keane was my jockey.
One, two, three!
Come on, come on!
You can make it!
Get up, get up!
That's the only Altar Keane I know!
They only made one like her.
- What happened to her?
- I've got to find her. Where would I look?
I heard she went to Virginia City.
Try some of the saloons.
named Dolly, a good friend of hers.
I knew her well.
When I met Altar, she'd just come
from the Eastern Seaboard.
She was a singer, you know.
She sang only
in the most elegant places.
Loved horses.
Always had a pair of white horses.
And the men would all uncover
as she drove by.
The women?
The women would have been happy
for lightning to hit her.
Let me tell you the kind of girl
Altar was. Lots of men.
Sure, that's her privilege.
She shut the door on a cattle baron
if she had fancy for a cowpuncher.
Yes, she was a glory girl
in those days.
Last I heard, she was in Tascosa
at Baldy Gunder's place.
The only thing you'll find here,
young man, is a shade of her.
She left here seven years ago.
It was just after the night
she met Frenchy Fairmont.
Faster on the draw
than a Mexican jack rabbit.
I don't swear it's true. I wasn't
here. But here's how they tell it.
The story was that Mr Gunder didn't
like the way she treated a patron.
Or Altar didn't like the way
# How could she leave her baby?
# How could she leave
her bed and board
# Last night she slept
in a goose-feather bed
# At home with her lord and her baby
# Tonight she sleeps...
Altar, you don't smile enough.
- I'm sick of smiling.
I pay you to entertain people,
not to kick them.
- Hands off me, Baldy.
Sure, sure.
Nobody's gonna touch you, angel.
Nobody wants you around, either.
- You're fired.
Deductions for food and costumes,
$27.
Deductions for leaving early
two nights, $10.
You haven't been shilling very good
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