Along Came Jones Page #4

Take your dirty feet off my bed.

You've really got a crust.

- My horse run off and I...

- Shh!

Look, I don't know if you're crazy,

but you've gotta get out of here.

- I'll get you another horse and saddle...

- I couldn't leave without Henry.

- Your partner?

- No, Henry's my horse.

I couldn't leave him, specially with his bridle on.

- Where is your partner?

- George?

He's out somewhere in the brush.

He's the nervous type.

Oh.

In some kind of a fix, ain't you?

Of course not. All I'm trying to do

is to keep you out of a fix.

Don't you see?

That's why I took you out of town.

You mean when you called me Monte

in the middle of the street?

You've got it crazy about this... Monte, ain't you?

Look, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll make a deal with you.

- What'd you do that for?

- Your dog's seen something.

Somebody's prowling around out there.

Your partner, maybe.

No, he'd fall over something.

Sounds like he's gone now.

What kind of a deal?

Will you do somethin' for me?

Sure.

- Stay in this room until morning?

- Do what?

Sleep here, in that bed?

For me? Will you?

- Why?

- I'll explain it in the morning.

I just don't want you goin' outta here tonight.

- All right.

- You promise?

Sure.

Thank you.

- And for Pete's sake, stay put this time, will you?

- Mm.

- Thanks. Good night.

- Uh...

You don't wanna sit and talk a spell first?

Heaven forbid.

- Stick em up.

- You surely took long enough about it.

- You heard me?

- I been listenin' to you for about five minutes.

You always wanna shoot em in the right eye.

Spoils their aim.

I went back into town last night.

To look into things.

What'd you find out?

The way it looks now, as long as you keep on

lettin' anybody think you're Monte Jarrad,

you've got five chances of being hung or shot,

which a fella tells me is a record in these parts.

How come?

One:
the sheriff's got just about

everybody in this county in a posse

that ain't got no other aim in life

but to catch you and hang you.

Two:
there's a family

in this county named Cotton

that you killed three members of

five years ago.

This family, which has got

about 150 uncles and cousins,

is conducting an independent hunt

to kill you ahead of the posse.

Three?

Three:
if neither one of them crowds get you,

the express company has got its men here

because 40,000 dollars in cash

was taken off that stage.

Some say 40 million,

but that sounds like an overstatement to me.

Four:
failing all them people gettin' you,

you can look for

the United States Cavalry to arrive.

There was some mail on that stage.

They aim to kill you both 'cause you is

Monte Jarrad and 'cause you ain't Monte Jarrad,

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