The Lawless Breed Page #2

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Yeah, I got an interest.

I got an interest in somebody that's got

an interest in somebody else, I think.

Ouch.

Now that you're a lawyer,

how would you figure that one out?

Well, I...

Don't forget the kitty, boys.

I'll take one.

I'll buy two and check.

It'll cost you 50 to play.

I got three kings.

They're no good.

I got a flush.

You gave me four clubs going in

and you just gave me this one.

Where'd you get that card?

You gave it to me.

I gave you a heart!

Why, you...

Wes. Look out.

Drop it, Marv!

Put your hands up.

You all saw it.

He drew first.

Get out quick, Wes.

He's got three brothers.

They won't ask who drew first.

Put my money in my hat, Rosie.

Keep your hands up!

Put it in my saddlebag.

First man out this door

gets shot!

Stay put till you hear me ride!

Wes, look out!

Take care of yourself, Rosie.

Take care of yourself,

Preacher's Boy.

- There he goes, down the road.

- After him!

He's getting away!

All right, line up!

Come on, move.

Line up against the bar.

All of you.

I tell you it was murder.

Murder in the first degree.

Habeas corpus.

That means he's real dead.

What's the name of the man

who shot him?

Name? Oh, my name is Marv.

Everybody calls me Marv.

I've been tending bar here for...

Not your name.

The name of the man

who did the shooting.

Hey, mister...

I mean, Lieutenant.

I don't think he saw it.

He couldn't see that far.

You seem to see plenty

around here. You see it?

No, no, but he did.

Did you see the shooting?

I see nothing.

Ain't seen my wife in a week.

What time is it?

Everybody's gone blind and dumb

around here at the same time.

Who runs this riding academy?

Who shot him?

Wes Hardin, the preacher's boy.

Who are you?

Ben Hanley.

This is my brother.

Who are these two?

We're all brothers.

Corporal, report to

headquarters, on the double.

Tell them to alert all

patrols for a Wes Hardin.

You, miss, you.

We'll need you as witnesses.

Mister,

you ain't gonna need

no witnesses

'cause there ain't

gonna be no trial.

Uncle John!

It's Wes Hardin.

Well, hello, Wes.

Step down. Come on in.

Maybe I shouldn't.

I'm in trouble.

Well, if you're in trouble,

you've come to the right house.

Step down, come on in

and tell me about it.

Put his horse in the barn, Gyp.

Howdy, Aunt Em.

Morning, Wes.

Jim. Joe.

Wes. Sit down, Wes.

Have some breakfast.

What kind of trouble

you in, Wes?

I shot Gus Hanley.

Gus Hanley?

You killed him?

Holy smoke!

You started up with that brood,

you should have got them all!

He'll get his chance at the rest of

them as soon as they come a-running.

Especially Dirk.

He's cut five notches already.

Wes, what I say is...

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