The Law and Jake Wade Page #2

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No, and I wouldn't have, anyway.

Then why do you want to leave?

Supposing it wasn't that

I wanted to leave,

but that I felt

it might be better

for both of us to get a fresh

start somewhere else.

Well... then I'd say that since

this concerns me so much,

I should know why so that

I can judge for myself.

And if I couldn't tell you?

Then I'd say you were

asking an awful lot.

Alright... I'm asking a lot.

Jake, I never ask you anything

about your past life

because I didn't care

about anything that happened

before we met each other.

But what you're asking me

to accept on faith now

concerns our future,

and I just can't be

casual and haphazard

about a thing like that.

Alright, forget I

said anything about it.

Forget it?

Oh, Peggy...

Peggy.

I'm... I'm sorry, Jake.

I know.

It's just that

the way you talked,

it sounded as if

you'd already decided.

That's not true.

You're only guessing

when you talk like that.

Well, what else am Ito do

but guess when you won't

tell me anything?

Oh, Jake, can't you tell me?

No, Peggy, I can't. Not yet.

Alright.

Well, when you can,

you let me know.

Marshal Wade'?

Yeah.

I've been kind of waiting for

you to get back to town.

Is that so?

I've been trying to find

me a job around here,

and then Al the bartender

over at the saloon

said that you might be able

to steer me onto something.

Where are you from?

Kansas.

Well, I sure haven't

got anything for you,

but I can give you a letter

to somebody who might have,

if you don't mind hard work.

Well, well, I ain't exactly

crazy about it.

I can see the necessity for it.

Pretty neat, Jake.

Hold it!

Better drop your gun belt, Jake.

How you been, Ortero?

No complaints.

How about you, Jake?

Don't go blaming

your deputy too much

for me having this gun, Jake.

Who'd have thought

a fat, sloppy drunk

lying in the gutter

would have a pistol

hidden in his boot?

Hello, Jake.

Put him in a chair.

How do you feel?

How do you think?

I can remember a time

when all you'd have done

for a clout like that

was scratch it.

How'd you stay

so close behind me?

I backtracked a dozen times.

I'd have sworn

I wasn't being followed.

You wasn't.

How'd you find me?

Easy. When you left me,

I joined up with the boys,

and then we just turned loose

that nice

little horse you give me

and followed him home.

We've been here

since early yesterday

while you was...

Doing your backtracking.

And I must say, Jake,

it was worth the whole trip

just to find out that

you're the marshal here.

Hi, Wexler.

Don't talk to me, Jake.

Wexler, my boy, how many

times have I told you

if you let your hate

get the upper hand,

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