The Return of Frank James Page #3

me all about yourself and your folks.

Here. Here. Have a drink.

- Well, family's all right. They're in Kansas City.

- Yeah?

About me? There ain't nothin' to tell.

I've been hiding out down in the

Ozarks, farmin'. Heard aboutJesse.

Frank, it was the dirtiest,

rottenest, sneakiest that ever was.

Oh, Jesse may have had killin'

comin' to him. I ain't denyin' that.

But to be shot in the back by a couple

of fellas that was like brothers to you...

with a weapon you give them yourself.

- I know, but about this pardon-

- All part of the same piece.

McCoy put the Fords up to the killin',

then got 'em the pardon and the reward.

- McCoy, huh?

- Yeah.

Got no idea at all where the Fords went to?

None whatever, exceptin'

they took the cars west.

What you aimin'to do?

Sure like to meet up with Bob and Charlie.

Old friends of mine, you know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I know.

Well, I'll be movin' along.

Well, good huntin', Frank.

- I'll let you know where I am.

- All right.

- Good night, Major.

- Hold on. Hold on, son, hold on.

Wait.

Come on. Come on.

Bye, son.

Roy!

- Yes, sir.

- Get out them obituaries of the Fords...

- and set 'em up in type.

- Yes, sir.

[Hoofbeats Approaching]

Giddap! Giddap!

Pinky. What are you doing here?

- That boy Clem done run away.

- Run away? When?

Just after you left. He

hopped on his horse and scat.

I tried to stop him, but

he nearly knocked me over.

That boy's harder to hold

than a handful of bumblebees.

Y'all find what you're looking for, sir?

No, Pinky, they ain't here. They

lit out for the West somewheres.

Mm, must have got a feeling.

You goin' out after them, sir?

Yeah, but not for a while

maybe. I gotta get me some money.

You ain't figurin' on no robbin', is ya?

No, Pinky, them days is far behind me.

Praise the Lord, Mr. Frank. Praise the Lord.

- Pinky, I'm a-thinkin'.

- About what, Mr. Frank?

It was McCoy money that putJesse

in his grave back there, wasn't it?

Then ain't it fittin' I use

McCoy money to get the Fords?

What'd you say, Mr. Frank?

Yeah, that's right.

- Tomorrow's the 15th, ain't it?

- Yes, sir, it's the 15th.

St. Louis Midland pays

off the first and the 15th.

- Money oughta be in the express office tonight.

- Oh, Mr. Frank.

- Pinky, go back to the farm right away and stay there.

- Yes, sir, sir.

If Clem shows up, tell him I'm gonna

brush the britches right off of him.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Frank.

- Good-bye, Pinky.

Good-bye, Mr. Frank. And God bless you, sir.

[Door Opens]

Good evenin'.

Kinda chilly for spring, ain't it?

Yeah, a nip in the air.

What's on your mind, friend?

Well, I got this to send out.

- Can't you send it in the mornin', can't ya?

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