Shoot-Out at Medicine Bend Page #2

- It's open.

- Would thee care to join us

in a glass of buttermilk?

- Buttermilk?

- Buttermilk.

Why not?

- Three buttermilks, Dutchy.

- Buttermilks?

- That's what I said.

- I thought thee were joining us.

I'll wait.

Maybe your tastes will change.

Well, come on.

You know I don't keep buttermilk

in here, Nell.

Well, then, go out and get some.

And keep it on tap.

They might be back.

- Front and centre, Sergeant.

- Hey. You'd better buy a cow, Dutchyl

Yeah. And don't forget the churn!

When does the preaching start?

- I wanna be sure I leave beforehand.

- Yeah. Before they pass the plate.

A little religion

might be good for thee.

Is the sheriff in here?

I'm the sheriff.

Open for ten.

What's your trouble?

- I've been robbed.

- Looks more like you were fighting.

- All right. Who did it?

- Three fellas in army uniforms.

We were heading west and

they took our horses and our money.

They had masks on.

I couldn't see their faces.

- Now, that ain't much help, is it?

- Aren't you gonna look for them?

- Where did you say this happened?

- About three miles east of town.

Well, that's kinda

out of my jurisdiction.

- How many?

- Two.

- Three.

- Now, who'd wanna do a thing like that?

Probably some Texas men.

They're all rough cubs.

One to the dealer.

Kings up.

Three sixes.

You're a Jonah, mister.

- Get outta here with your hard luck.

- Now, just wait a minute.

- You're supposed to be sheriff here...

- And you want me to arrest somebody?

I want my money back.

All right. Hold up your right hand.

Go on. Hold it up.

I hereby swear you in as

a deputy sheriff.

Now go out and find your own bandits.

Ain't gonna do us any good

to talk to that sheriff.

Looks that way.

Well, Sergeant?

Well, Private?

I've had enough.

Thanks for the game, boys.

Well, thanks for the donation,

Mr. Clark!

- What time are we having dinner, Ep?

- I'll let you know.

Hey, Joe. Take care of those.

But Ep, I get tired

of waiting night after night.

- I get hungry.

- I'll try to be on time.

Ed? Take my horse to the stable. I

won't be needing him any more today.

- Thee has a fine looking horse.

- He'll do.

Would thee consider selling him?

He's not for sale.

Pioneer Emporium.

The last store between here

and Montana Territory.

Quality goods, low prices.

Oh, morning, Mr. Clark.

Keep this sign clean.

And sing out We've got a lot

of merchandise to move.

- Nice and loud.

- Yes, sir.

Buy your supplies here, folks!

The Pioneer Emporium!

The last store between here

and Montana Territory!

Quality goods at low pricesl

Buy your...

Right in there, Brothers.

You can't go wrong at the emporium.

Buy your supplies here, folks!

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