Support Your Local Gunfighter Page #2

Gotta lot of wear left in 'em.

Outlast a dozen horses.

I don't ride.

Has this town got a doctor?

Big husky fella like you.

What do you need a doctor for?

Well, I'll tell the doctor that. If I tell you,

I'd just get tired of repeatin' it.

Has this town got a doctor?

I don't know what I'm gonna say

to the man when he sees this suitcase.

- You'll think of somethin'.

- Might have a secret compartment.

I been through it three times.

I told you, he got the wrong suitcase.

Oh... I'm telling you,

the man got the wrong suitcase.

You let go of me!

Hey, Pa, make him let go!

I got him! I got him, Pa.

Did you promise to marry that girl,

or somethin' of the sort?

Not even somethin' of the sort.

I don't rightly know the lady.

I stand with a bunch of fellas

in front of the saloon. She walks by.

I said "Does your mother know

you're out, Cecilia?" Witty, like.

She was gonna blow us to kingdom come.

So many fast-weavin' cowboys.

She just likes to shoot people.

It seems to be all clear.

- Where did you say that doctor was?

- I still don't see what a big, healthy fella...

He's probably shootin' pool in the saloon.

- At one in the morning?

- This is a real upside-down town.

They've got three shifts of miners

and they come on and off work all day.

- He answers to the name of Doc Schultz.

- Thanks.

- Sure you don't want to buy the spurs?

- No.

Hey, a cowboy's got to be pretty down

to be willin' to sell his horse irons.

My horse went first, then my saddle.

But I'm sober now.

What I've got left is these here spurs...

and a mighty empty belly.

Oh, well, here. You eat on me, huh?

Thanks, friend. The name's Jug. Jug May.

- Latigo Smith. Now, you enjoy your food.

- I can't thank you enough.

Don't cry.

Money's the least of my troubles.

$100? Mister, you gave...

I ain't never even seen one.

I...

I ain't never even seen a...

If I hadn't been hurried, I could've

gotten him right between the eyes.

- You don't take after your sainted mother.

- I hate this town.

If I don't get back east to Miss Hunter's

College on the Hudson River, New York,

I am gonna hate it a whole lot more,

and everybody in it!

Well, you ain't exactly loved

by one and all around here.

- Enough, Oriville!

- Can't you do anything with her?

This is a family matter, Martha Perkins.

I'll thank you to stay out of it! Come along.

18, black and even. Everybody wins

again. Care to place a little bet, sir?

- You lookin' for trouble, mister?

- No, sir.

Do I look dim-witted enough

to play that game?

Against the house rules

to answer that kind of question, sir.

Howdy. Do you play pocket billiards?

- Not now. Are you Doc Schultz?

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