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Three-to-one, gents, 3-to-1 Clay Hardin

never sets foot in San Antonio.

Place your bets

with Honest Jay Witherspoon.

Never run out on a bet yet.

Or at least, with two exceptions,

it was never proved.

- Three-to-one Clay never makes it.

- Why should Clay come back?

His cattle is scattered

from Stinkwater to breakfast.

- Half his friends is dead, other is foolish.

- It's worse than you say.

But here's 100 that says he will be back.

Another 100 says it will be

the best thing that happened to Texas.

Thank you, Mr. Streeter, I can use this.

Any more bets?

Three-to-one. Three-to-one.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Ain't that Lafe McWilliams?

Had all them gunfights in San Antone?

Sure is, brother.

Five-to-one. Make it 8-to-1.

Clay Hardin never makes San Antonio.

Get your money here, boys.

It's 8-to-1 here.

I got the signal.

Clay Hardin has left Nuevo.

- He may be over the Texas line by now.

- Well?

They lost him, he just disappeared. We

should've rode the river like the others.

Clay can't ride the brush 150 miles.

- There must be lead in him yet.

- That's right.

Even if he tried it,

the lookouts would get him easy.

They can see a rider 20 miles

as he comes through.

The Monterey coach is coming up.

Do you suppose he'd be fool enough...?

No.

Wait. That ain't the Monterey coach.

That's old Jaime Rosas driving.

That's a charter coach from below.

How do you do? How do you do?

- Oh, sit down.

MEN:
Ha-ha-ha!

I don't sit down. Don't argue with me.

- Always the opposite.

- Oh.

One side. One side or a horn

knocked off. Scatter, you slickers.

BOZIE:
No, no, no, go leave, please.

She don't see somebody now.

Nobody is talking to her

without they don't see her first.

Now, wait a minute,

my fat-headed friend.

[BOZIE WHIMPERING]

Don't you ever take off your hat?

Of course not.

He needs it to shade his eyes.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Go keep an eye on Charlie Bell.

Real desperate character you got there

riding with the driver.

That's my desperate manager.

See, I'm looking for a gentleman.

We haven't seen one in a year.

I'm sorry, ladies.

This is for your own protection.

Clay Hardin's on the loose,

and he's a dangerous outlaw.

He's liable

to smuggle himself through here.

Do you want to look under the pillows?

- Here.

- Hold on, will you?

BOZIE:
No, no, no, inside is not.

You must be stay out.

What's that? You are stealing, I hope.

[MEN LAUGH]

You right away steal those back.

Such thing begins, I don't know.

Please, make more careless.

If I break that, you sue me.

Ah, shut up!

[MUTTERING]

Oh, sit down.

[ROSAS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Come here.

Well, what do you want?

Charlie Bell bought a seat on the

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