The Comancheros Page #4

---

And you're sure welcome to use

my name, sir. McBain. Ed McBain.

Maybe that'll make up some for

the way I almost disgraced it.

Think of me being mixed up with them.

Me, who ain't never been

in no trouble before.

- Well, not hardly.

- All right, McBain.

Just a minute. Might wanna

do a little readin' tonight.

Either one of you gentlemen

got an extra Bible?

Oh, sure, Mr McBain! We been

holding the room for ten days.

Never knew when you might be gettin' in.

- Reckon that'll cost me extra.

- Won't cost you nothin'.

- It's all been taken care of.

- Oh?

Yes, sir, Your friend says to

tell you your money ain't no good.

Says anything you want's on him. It's

one of the best rooms in the house.

Says to stay tight, spraddle out,

and you'll be got in touch with.

That's room 19. That's right

up on the first floor, sir.

That's right, sir.

- Am I in the right place?

- I guess so.

We were supposed to meet two gentlemen.

Well, ladies, you're halfway home.

Ed McBain at your service.

I'm Adabelle La Domergue and

this is my friend Guadalupe.

Guadalupe Felipa Carmela Lpez de Reyes.

- Fuzzy for short.

- Well, it's delightful to meet you, Fuzzy.

- Who provided the refreshments?

- I really don't know.

They were already here

when we ladies arrived.

Well, a toast to him, anyway.

Mr McBain, I just want you to know that we

don't usually go out on blind dates but...

Oh, no.

I... I'm afraid we have

a previous engagement.

Last time we had the

pleasure of your company,

we was involved in four fistfights,

a stabbing and a shooting...

and all before midnight!

Yee-ha!

McBain, what'd you do with them guns? I

tore your wagon apart

and I didn't find 'em.

I found a false bottom but no guns.

- You got 'em or ain't you got 'em?

- I buried 'em.

You what? What kind of a

sneakin' somethin' is that?

That is a damn distrustful

way to start off a deal.

I didn't want 'em to

fall into the wrong hands.

Well, you got me there. But you're

dealing with the right party now.

The name's Tully Crow.

You ain't done thatjug much

damage. Mind if I help myself?

- Go ahead.

- Snuff?

Cigar man.

Buried them guns, huh?

That was smart. Real inspitorial.

Six crates of rifles. Yeah.

You figured somebody

mightjust take 'em on approval.

Could've cooked the goose

that lays the golden eggs.

How's that?

If I hadn't made the

right contact here, I'd

have to sell the rest

of 'em someplace else.

- You got more?

- Steady supply.

Now that is somethin' I never knew.

So you can see how important it was

to both of us to get started off right.

Yeah. I'll give you $100

for every gun you got.

I understand the Comanches pay

five times that. What's this?

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote