The Gunfighter Page #2

He's on the back porch, washing himself.

- Charlie?

- Yeah?

Get hold of Bud and Skeeter.

- Where is he?

- On the back porch, getting cleaned up.

I ain't after any trouble, Mark. I just thought

you'd want to know he was here.

Sit over there, Charlie. Stand down there,

Skeeter. Take the door, Bud.

Just take it easy and don't try to jump him.

Hiya, Jimmie.

Mark.

I'll be a son of a gun. How are you, partner?

I'm fine, Jimmie.

- Are you joking?

- Nope. I'm the marshal here now.

Well, I'll be darned.

- These barroom loafers, your deputies?

- Mm-hm.

- For me?

- Mm-hm.

You won't be needing them.

I ain't starting anything.

Are you sure?

Mark, that's the last thing I want, trouble.

All right, boys.

- What are you doing here, Jimmie?

- Just about to have a drink. How about it?

- No, thanks.

- Marshal Mark Strett.

Well, if that ain't a good one.

But I'm glad for you, Mark. Mighty glad.

Thanks. But I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to ask you to move on.

Why? I ain't wanted for anything

around here, am I?

No. I just want you out of town anyway.

And pronto.

- Coffee's ready.

- Thank you, lady.

You don't mind my having something to eat

while we discuss this, do you?

Matter of fact, I don't know anybody

I'd rather talk to than you.

- Lady, bring another cup for the marshal.

- Yes, sir.

How about it, Mark?

I've something I want to talk to you about.

It looks to me like you've

got a gossip on your staff.

That's your public, Jimmie.

Yeah, I'm a big man now.

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

Top gun of the West.

Yep.

I got more people wondering when I'm gonna

get killed than any man in the country.

You don't sound as happy about it

as you did the last time I saw you.

How many is it now? 11?

12. There's one you ain't heard about yet.

You really keep count?

Don't ask dumb questions, Mark.

What's the trouble now, Jimmie?

Somebody after you?

- Three somebodies.

- The law?

No. This is personal.

I don't want them to catch up with you here.

I don't want them to do that anywhere.

That's why you gotta move on right away.

You know why I come here, don't you?

I guess I do.

- How is she?

- Fine.

- And the boy?

- Getting on fine.

- I want to see her, Mark.

- Do you think she wants to see you?

I got something important to see her about,

and then I'll clear out. Where can I find her?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

- What do you mean, you can't tell me?

- All right, then. Won't tell you.

- You want a steak, Marshal?

- No, thanks.

- Why won't you?

- Because nobody here knows who she is.

She never even told the boy about you.

They've got another name and another life.

It looks to me like

that's the way she wants it to stay.

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