The Texican Page #2

One of them was as nice a fellow...

as you ever want to meet.

He ran a little newspaper there, I think.

- He wasn't even known to carry a gun.

- Newspaperman, you said?

Yeah, a fellow name of...

Carlin, Roy Carlin.

I think I'll try that other cantina over there.

They might not be so noticing at that one.

Like to join me?

Maybe you're smart.

You're going back.

Yes.

When you come here...

you said you would never wear that gun again.

Someone killed my brother, Elena.

I'm sorry, Jess.

Believe me, I would like to help.

I can find the man who killed Roy.

When you ride across that border,

you'll never have a moment's peace.

But I guess there's no road back now.

Would your brother want this to happen?

No, he wouldn't. Roy was a good man.

Too good for the world as it is.

Maybe that's why they killed him.

We almost made it, Elena.

They were good days.

You looking for something special?

Yeah, I'm looking for a drink.

The bartender is out back, mister.

Help yourself.

[I]Tu quieres?[/I]

Mexican boots

and a Stetson hat

Gun is slung low

with the trigger tied back

These are the marks

of a fighting man

The kind they call

[I]the Texican[/I]

Is that the only song you know?

The kind they call

[I]a Texican[/I]

If it wasn't for this blasted luck,

I wouldn't have any luck at all.

Jingling spurs

on a hardwood floor

A poker game

just made for four

But if you sit in

for a card or two

You'll wind up broke

before you're through

There's a chair open. You care to sit in?

No, thanks. I just stopped in for a drink.

That's not a bad-looking animal.

I noticed him when you rode in.

He's all right,

but he drinks a little too much.

- Do you want to sell him?

- No.

I can give you top price for this one.

There's always a market

for a good quarter horse.

Like I said, he's not for sale.

I might go as high as $70.

If you could furnish me a bill of sale...

I might even make it $75. How about it?

That's a real good price,

but I think I'll keep him.

Hello, Jess.

Hello, Mitch.

I thought you were in Arizona.

I was, only things didn't pan out.

You still making a living as a bounty hunter?

More or less.

Is that why you're here?

You're worth $500 in gold

for anyone who takes you in.

You can come along peaceful,

or we can do it the other way.

How many rocks did you turn over

before you found him?

He's fast. Real fast.

In the old days you worked alone.

You must be slowing down.

Wouldn't count on it.

I can still hold up my end against you

if I have to.

Never knew you to turn on a friend before.

My wife is sick. I need money badly.

You know I wouldn't be doing

a thing like this unless I had to.

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