The Last Hard Men Page #2

They already jumped.

Smell it.

- That's gun oil.

- They're headed this way.

When they cleared Yuma,

they threw out the ice.

Them was big blocks,

take time to melt...

even as late as tomorrow morning

the ground would still be damp.

We need to know where that is.

- That's as far west as we need to look.

- All right.

Buck, listen.

Now, you get on that telegraph...

you alert every town from here

to Yuma, understand?

- Yeah.

- You have them find that ice.

- Go on.

- Okay.

Buck, tell them that

Sam Burgade wants to know.

And tell them murdering...

Tell them them boys was on the train.

They was on. Boys, come here.

Nothing.

Nothing out there.

- Are you sure that redneck knows?

- I knows.

A corral full of fresh horseshit

means there's horses.

That means men gotta be riding them.

Nothing comes easy.

Well, when and if

we get the horses, what then?

We stick together.

I'll get us a stake.

All right, we stick together.

Nobody wants to get his ass blowed off

on a horse, riding lonesome.

But we gotta take your word

for it on the stake.

- Are you giving it?

- Yes.

Provo, here they come.

We're lucky. Only one man.

Whoa! Whoa!

A man needs two things in this world:

A good horse and a silver dollar.

Thanks, Jim.

All right, Noel, what's their next move?

Well, by the way they outfitted,

they can go any direction they like.

No, you gotta think like them,

not like you.

What about that gold

he stole off of Santa Fe?

The gold you couldn't find.

It's buried up north somewhere

in Navajo country.

It won't do him no good down here.

Well, he's gonna need more

than a cash box in a general store.

Yeah, now you're talking.

You mean bait?

That special shipment

from the Denver Mint's...

due in here Friday, isn't it?

What the hell's wrong with you?

You trying to tell everybody in town?

You got a better idea?

If you leave him, he'll talk.

Kill him, they know we've been here

for sure. Now, move it!

Man finds that chili belly gonna

think twice before he comes after me.

Eye for an eye.

Well, hell's fire.

The line's gone dead.

Lightning, I guess.

Maybe so.

Let's see what we got.

"Ice thrown from train

mile past south fork...

Wellton junction.

At dawn, we'll..."

Well, we got most of it.

- Much obliged, Bo.

- Anytime.

Yeah, Bo.

Mind my horning in, Noel?

No. No, Sam.

You tell me, now.

No, Zach Provo's yours.

You can have him.

Funny thing.

I quit the law...

because I thought it was over.

What I knew how to do.

Too much was changing.

Modern times.

I liked the world the way it was.

Now it's coming back.

Running back.

Looks like Zach Provo's made it

my time again.

Your supper's on the stove.

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