The Stolen Page #2

they are.

But I can get over there,

from here?

Ask the Frulein.

She'll know when there's

a party heading out.

Across the street there.

No journey for a lady, miss.

If you don't mind

my saying so.

Give the women the vote.

Votes for women.

Take a flyer.

Votes for women.

Looks like we just picked

the wrong time to leave.

Don't mind me,

missy.

I'll see you later.

I'll even pay you extra

if you keep that

pretty little hat on.

No, I'm not going down

any lower.

No, no,

don't be cheeky.

Yeah.

Oi! Copping a feel

without paying?

Get off me.

No.

I'm looking

for the Frulein.

Are you working?

No.

Are you the Frulein?

No. Right.

Come on then.

No! You'll

have to wait.

Come along.

Come here, darling.

I don't bite.

Hey!

Whoo!

I was told there

might be some gentlemen

heading to Goldtown.

Gentlemen?

There are

none of those here.

You're a digger?

No.

Then only one other thing

you can be.

And if you are,

you and me need a deal.

No woman in Goldtown

makes money

without dealing with me.

I'm not a digger,

nor anything else.

I just want

to get to Goldtown

for my own reasons.

Ten pounds.

To get to Goldtown?

Ten pounds!

Bully!

Tell Bully where you go.

Excuse me?

The Frulein says

you're heading to Goldtown.

Aye.

In the morning.

Taking supplies.

Girls too.

-Well, I'd like to come along.

-Would you?

I've paid her to get there.

No, you haven't.

You paid Frulein...

to get to me.

So to get to Goldtown?

Can you do that?

Hmm? No.

Or even that?

Everything will be fine!

Everything will be fine!

No.

No. I can't.

But...

I can do this.

Fifty.

You know,

you shouldn't be flashing

your jewelry around like that.

Not in a place like this.

And, uh,

you've just been fleeced.

Not if you take me

to Goldtown.

Yee-haw!

You still coming?

That's what we discussed.

See any whores on your way out?

When you're ready,

get in that one.

Thank you.

Easier without this, miss.

Thank you, ladies.

I'll have a look.

Good luck!

One day, we're gonna vote.

Women are gonna vote

and two fingers to anyone

who tries to stop us.

You'll still be

a two-bit whore.

Aye.

A two-bit whore with a vote,

though, eh?

Jesus.

Two weeks in that shitbox?

You really know how to make

a girl feel special.

Silk.

Silk.

So you're a dancer?

She look like

a bloody dancer?

Never turned a trick

neither, I bet.

What's your name?

Charlotte.

That's a pretty name.

I'm Heather.

That's Flamenco.

Well, we call her Flamenco.

What's your real name again?

Maria Theresa

Angelica Evita Pasimos.

Flamenco.

What are you doing here?

There's plenty of people

who need Goldtown's money

more than the likes of you.

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