Station West Page #4

Doesn't he ever stopping playing?

Sam? It don't bother him. He's deaf.

Where do I find the boss?

First door. Top of the stairs.

Mick been around?

He's indisposed.

Come in.

- You wanted to see me?

- I did.

- They said Charlie?

- Yes.

You're Charlie?

Right.

This is Prince.

Don't ever gamble with him.

You mean with his equipment?

She means either.

See you later, Charlie.

You surround yourself

with very affable character.

It makes me feel at home.

No. You're not that sinister.

Last night you were

Florence Nightingale in silk stockings.

Ouch!

Tell me something.

Why did you start that fight?

- I thought you did.

- Oh, really?

You could have insisted

I was your cousin.

Maybe that's not the

way I felt about you.

Why did you get the name of Charlie?

It was my father's.

My name is Charlene.

Charlene? I like that better.

This will be the first time

I ever worked for a woman.

What makes you think

you're going to work for me?

You sent for me.

All right. I sent for you.

I was doing

a nice quiet little business.

Because everybody was afraid of Mick.

Now every time a man has enough

drinks in him to feel rugged,

he'll try to do what you did.

- Oh, I wouldn't.

- They will.

It's not the kind of job I want anyway.

I don't intend to start at the bottom.

Been there. It's too crowded.

Where do you want to start?

Where the money is.

What would you do for it?

Anything. Except hang.

- How's this?

- Beautiful.

Where'd you get all this?

From my father.

He taught me one thing.

A lot of men think they

can beat the tables.

All you have to do is get a table.

Sometimes they run out of cash and I

find myself with new responsibilities.

- Such as?

- A couple of stores.

Naw.

I can't see myself behind a counter.

A sawmill and the logging camp.

The logging camp is a

long way from town.

Oh. No.

I own the stage line from here

to West Rim City but that's a dud.

- Why?

- Outlaws.

Money went in gold shipments.

Now the mines won't ship it.

I'll take that job.

You mean ride shotgun?

Let me run the line.

What do you expect

to get out of that?

A commission on

all the gold I get through.

We should buy you a small beer.

Glad to get it.

It's pretty dangerous.

Even Wells Fargo locked up

that station and quit trying.

Give me a letter of authorization.

I can't bet against you twice, can I?

- Who steals the gold?

- Who doesn't?

All they have to do is put on a mask

and they all look like Black Bart.

I forgot to ask you one thing.

I'm working for you now.

You can ask me anything.

How do I know I can trust you?

You don't.

I can?

Only with money.

Okay, boss?

What's your business with me?

I'm the new manager.

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