Tall Tale Page #2

Any gold in his teeth?

Open that mouth, boy.

Open it.

l count one... Wider!

Two... Four fillings.

Somebody ain't been brushing!

Grub...

Let me kill this one.

You killed the last two in a row.

That's 'cause l'm better at it than you.

What's fair is fair! How am l gonna

get good at it if l don't practise?

All right. Go ahead.

No!

Should l shoot him

right between the eyes?

So long, kid. Sorry to stunt

your growth!

Now, don't you move!

My trigger finger!

Somebody done shot off

my trigger finger!

- Who are you?

- l'm a ring-tailed roarer.

l draw faster, shoot straighter

and drink longer than any man alive.

- l ride cyclones...

- Got a name, don't you?

l'm getting to that.

l am the rip-snortingest cowboy

that ever rode north, south,

east or west of the Rio Grande.

l'm Pecos Bill.

- And l'm Santa Claus!

- Friendly cuss, huh, Widowmaker?

My name's Daniel Hackett.

Well, Dannel Hackett,

l believe them varmints

got something that belongs to you.

Come on, mister. Let us go.

We was only fooling!

We wasn't gonna hurt the boy.

Just one bullet.

That's all it would have been.

l ought to plug you two right now,

but l never kill a man on Sunday.

But today's Wednesday.

Wednesday?

Please don't kill poor harmless

old bandits like us!

So where you headed, Dannel Hackett?

- Where am l?

- Texas.

- Texas?

- Where did you think you was?

l don't know. All l remember is

falling asleep in Paradise Valley.

My boat must have gotten loose.

Drifted all the way down

from Paradise Valley?

l can't explain it, but it's the truth.

Where are you going?

South, down Mexico way.

Mister, l gotta get home.

My pa's bad hurt. l gotta take care

of my ma and my little brother.

You stay here and you're gonna fry

like a bug on a hot skillet.

You best come with me.

Put some muscle into it!

Paradise Valley. My idea of heaven!

lron, coal, oil, copper.

Riches beyond the imagination, just

waiting for a few rugged individuals

with the vision, the strength

and the means

to make their dreams come true.

Gentlemen, we stand

on the edge of history.

- What about the deeds?

- We'll have them tonight.

- You still don't have the deeds?

- lt's under control.

What happens if we finish the tunnel

and the farmers still haven't sold?

This is the West.

Things are simple here.

There's only one law -

winner take all.

And l plan to take it.

You best be right, otherwise

you'll end up back where you started -

just another gun for hire.

By the time that tunnel

breaks through, l guarantee you,

we will have the deeds

to every inch of Paradise Valley...

..one way or another.

Whoa, Widowmaker.

We'll make camp here.

Good boy, Widowmaker.

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