The Far Side of Jericho Page #2

But I'll tell

you what.

I'll piss on your foot for

free if you don't move it.

How come those idiots never

stole anything worth a sh*t,

and when they did they forgot

to tell us where they hid it.

Let's go.

So you

Pinkerton boys,

were bringing a stallion back from Mexico

when you ran

into the gang, huh?

Dead drunk and

pissin' in their boots.

Saw the bank's bag. We

figured they were dirty.

Playing poker

with stolen cash.

This state senator

out of Waco, Texas,

he paid a king's

ransom for that horse.

Some greaser

stole him.

Reward's a

pretty penny.

We figured somebody'd pay

to have those boys back.

You didn't notice the rest

of the bank loot, did you?

J ust what we

brought in, sir.

We pressed 'em a bit,

especially the little one.

He cried and blubbered

but wouldn't give it up.

They probably

stashed it some place.

Of course it's none

of our business.

It's a long ride to Waco and not

much there when you get there.

But Dallas ain't

too far away.

Hot water, clean sheets, and lazy whores.

Them boys

are professional.

Professional what? I didn't

see the rest of the money.

Well, if the Thorntons

stashed it,

I'll find it.

Maxine?

I wish you wouldn't talk so

hard and mean about our men.

I'm sorry, Bridget.

I know you loved Jemmy.

Question is,

what will we do now?

Well, we've got a good piece of

ground and it's free and clear.

We'll have to fight

to keep it.

Maybe if we don't run,

they won't chase us.

And if they do chase us, we'll

just shoot their little nuts off.

Hey, Bridget, where's

that horse pistol a yours?

I n my saddlebag. But if you

don't stop sipping whiskey, lady,

you won't hit a barn wall standing inside.

Oh, yeah?

Watch that cactus.

Maybe we'd better

get on home.

Who put you

in charge, dearie?

Figure it out

for yourself then.

You never had

any sense anyway.

You could've married that rancher

from Tascosa and lived a fine life.

But you had to run off

with sweet-talkin' Frank.

At least my cows never found me drunk

and sleeping on the schoolhouse table.

Girls. How long we've been

married to the Thornton brothers?

And how come in all that time

we ain't never been friends?

They liked to be called

the Thornton Gang.

Any chance they mighta hidden

that bank money on the ranch?

I know every foot

of that place.

Good. That means they won't be following us.

Maybe not.

But we better pack our bags and

keep our horses saddled just in case.

By morning these boys will be prime.

I want you to lead 'em all up there

and strip the hide

off those women.

Find out where

it's all hid.

It won't be

that easy.

That goddamn Maxine

is hell with a. 44-40.

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