Angel and the Badman Page #3

...fell out of the red dress...

What else?

Oh, you mentioned someone named Lila.

Is that all?

If you have a wife

We could notify her.

No wife.

Thats 12.

I havent been so flattered since my donuts

won first prize back in Pennsylvania.

They must be smart in Pennsylvania.

Some of the members thought

its an exhibition of pride to enter my donut.

But what harm can there be in a little donut...

...unless, one eats so many of them, they explode,

which is likely to happen to you, young man.

...well its worth wise

to check it out.

I will help you with the dishes.

- No, you stay and watch Quirt Evans.

I am curious to know the effect of 6 eggs

and a pound of sausage and 12 donuts.

I will call you in the time of milking.

Do all you people from Pennsylvania

Talk like that?

Like what?

Thee.

We are 'friends'.

Friend of who?

- Of all.

The society of 'Friends'.

Many people call us 'Quakers'.

Oh! Its a religion.

- Its a belief.

That on the wall... each human being has an

integrity that can be hurt only

...by the act of the same human being.

and not by the act of another human being.

Is that Quaker stuff?

You mean nobody can hurt you but yourself?

Thats what the 'Friends' believe.

Well suppose somebody whacks you

over the head by a branding iron...

...will that hurt?

- Physically, of course.

But in reality, it will injure only the person

doing the act of violence.

Only a door can be hurt by an evil or mean act.

Are there many of you Quakers?

- Very few.

Sort of figured that.

Good morning gentlemen.

- Good morning.

Carrot from our garden.

I found these down at the road. It belongs

to a fella named Quirt Evans.

I understand you are a friend of his,

maybe you can help us to give them back...

Leave it here. I will make sure that he gets them.

That Quirt, he will loose his shirt

unless it is buttoned on.

...careless about everything.

I keep telling him, sooner or later.....

On second thoughts you can just tell me

where he is, and..

I can take it back to him, myself.

Where is Quirt Evans?

You mean where is he?

Ever notice how fella keep repeating the question,

just when he is stalli8ng about answering.

Yeah! Maybe if I bend this gun over his head

he will quit stalling.

But gentlemen, I hardly know Quirt Evans.

He lies too.

You have been bragging all over town

of what good friends you two are.

You know, this fella hasnt got any

good qualities, has he?

Maybe that will help your memory

I am asking about Quirt Evans.

Well all I know is...

Thanks for sewing my shirt...

...but I cant find my pants.

Get back in bed.

Laziness is the necessary things

that kept me here this long.

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