Badman's Territory Page #3

against the paper.

But you've been a little rough

on its publisher.

I prefer disagreements to be settled by

arbitration, not fighting. But Colonel...

Send the boys back to their businesses.

Let Miss Alcott run hers... for the present.

Thanks, Colonel. And thank you, Mr Rowley. It's

been a pleasure. Glad to have met you, Colonel.

We can't let her print this. She'll

start something nobody can stop.

I agree that we've got to check her,

but we must be tactful.

If you drive her out of Quinto,

you've made a martyr with a story.

Then other papers'll play up.

Maybe all the way to Washington.

Maybe you're right, but shooting that

sheriff is strictly local business.

Of course it is, but why shoot a man

that might be useful?

Hi, Elmer!

Hello, Hank. How was your trip?

Mighty good.

You're back early.

We did leave in a hurry.

Anxious to get back

for the grass rent celebration.

Hank McGee!

Sam Bass! I thought they had you

in the iron teepee at Abilene!

Just a sojourn! Needed a rest.

How'd you get out?

Carelessness!

Say, that's a real Sunday horse.

He ain't so bad the other days!

Where'd you get him?

A nice sheriff gave him to me.

You don't mean it!

Sure as you're born.

Sheriff said my horse wasn't fit

for a man in my position.

Can he run? Bet you 100 he can beat your

mare with a head start of 40 lengths.

Can he beat Belle Starr's Beauty?

Running backward!

- Hello, Sam.

- Hi, Elmer!

Hank, if you ain't bragging, I know

how we can make a little honest money...

Want something, Mister?

Yes. Jesse James.

He's not here. Or the Coyote Kid.

I never heard of him.

HARMONICA PLAYS:

You must be hard of hearing.

Hey, Custer. Did that prepaid

pill-peddler show up?

Yes, sir. He's upstairs, Mr Badger.

Thankee.

Thanks.

HE PLAYS HARMONICA

Hold it. Hold it. Take it easy, son.

You can't arrest me here.

I've come for John Rowley.

He ain't no outlaw!

I know. He's my brother. Oh... Your brother?

Why didn't you say so? He's right in there.

Hiya, Johnny.

Take it easy. Johnny's brother.

You'd follow me anywhere.

What does the doc say?

He'll be as good as ever

in a week or so.

That's good news, Dr Quillan.

I've never been mistaken for a dead man.

I buried Doc Quillan myself years ago.

Must have been right after he left

Texas under federal indictment.

They couldn't prove it... so he said.

How do you like it up here? Fine.

Good climate. Mother and I make out.

She'll be glad to see you again.

I mean, you'll be welcome for supper.

There you are, son.

I'm always glad to meet old friends.

Whatever happened to Nate Carter?

Got killed in a brawl. You know,

that bank failure wasn't his fault.

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