Along Came Jones Page #5

and they just don't like to be disappointed.

You said five.

And five:
if you keep on looking at

a certain female lady the way you've been,

I think we could count on Monte Jarrad himself

to take a hand in the shooting soon.

If this Monte Jarrad is such a well-known,

popular sort of a jigger,

- how come I get mistook for him?

- Monte ain't been back for five years.

Besides, you ain't run into nobody

that knowed him good.

You ain't fooled nobody

that really knowed Monte.

- I got a message for you.

- I don't know nobody in Payneville.

It was hardly a social introduction,

but you did knock him over.

Name's Ira Waggoner.

He drove the stage that Monte held up.

- How'd he know about me?

- He don't.

"Give this to Monte," he said.

Everybody thinks you're him.

Everybody but this little lady skunk

you're taking up with.

Skunk, huh?

Mornin'.

Cherry. George didn't mean that.

He was just shootin' off his face.

- No, he's right.

- Look, Cherry.

Aw, what George thinks ain't what I think.

You go on about your business

any which way you wanna go.

Now, look here. There ain't any use to this.

- You don't have to cry.

- Please. I am a skunk, and I know it.

You ain't a skunk.

You've been nice,

even though you knew I was lyin'.

I'm sorry I drug you into it. Goodbye.

Look, what kind of a box is it you're in?

Can't you tell me?

You see, I've known Monte Jarrad

ever since we was kids.

We grew up together.

So when he rode in hurt, I tried to help him.

- Did you get him out?

- No.

They'll catch him now, I guess.

The posse'll be pounding back by this evening.

When I told you that I'd explain,

I decided to tell you the whole truth

and see if you'd help me.

Take a saddle,

or anything to lead the posse away.

There just wasn't nobody else I could turn to.

You'd do anything for that belly gunner.

This morning I decided not to.

It wouldn't be fair dragging you in no further.

I was gonna tell you the truth all right.

I wasn't gonna ask you to do nothin' else.

That why you brung

Monte's saddle along with you?

What?

Why, I didn't know it was there.

I thought you might have noticed it

when you put this blanket over it.

I don't know why I even try to lie to you.

Me neither.

Come on, Henry.

- What are you doing?

- Changing saddles.

- You're gonna do it?

- It's what you wanted, ain't it?

Well, yes, but...

Melody, you can make it, can't you?

I hope so.

They'll see you with the saddle

and tell which way you went.

You'll have such a lead, you'll make it.

If you mean do I aim to get caught,

the answer is no.

A fella can stand just so much

of that pounding, and then...

I'm awful grateful to you.

Is there something I can do for you, maybe?

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