Bite the Bullet Page #3

Even God wouldn't believe it!

I've forgotten how good

a bad woman feels.

Flattery and money will get you anything!

Two of the best, for two of the best.

Truly a wonderment.

Whiskey.

- You drink with greasers?

- Only seoritas.

My grandpa was Mexican.

I bathed that old man

every day till he died.

It's a funny thing, though.

I never did find a greasy spot on him.

- Pure Mex ain't bad.

- Breed. You can smell it.

Well, that must be why I can't smell it.

- I'm half Cherokee.

- I'm a squaw man, myself.

Anybody pays, gets drinks.

Anybody don't like it, throw them out!

Mr. Matthews?

Business.

I'll miss your company.

Ninth, and final entry:

Clayton, riding a coldblood.

Attention. For all contestants,

everything is on the house...

...except booze, betting and bawds.

What else is there?

We've got a problem.

We both can't win.

No. That's not the problem.

- The problem is, I can't afford to lose.

- Who won the Gans-Nelson fight?

Gans, on a foul, in the 42nd round.

The greatest fighter I ever saw in my life,

black or white.

Won me $300, which I ran into $2,000.

Most of it old Parker's money.

- Anyway...

- you know, I'm un-American?

What's that?

I don't know exactly.

Except, if you're not the best...

...or the first and the greatest,

if you don't win...

...then you're not American.

- Which brings us to the problem.

- I didn't know Joe Gans was a black man.

I just bet everything on this race.

I got 7-to-1.

You bet $2,000?

- On yourself?

- Who else?

Well, that's not so serious.

All you got to do is beat

J.B. Parker's champion horse...

...and J.B. Parker's champion rider,

and J.B. Parker's champion disposition.

No. That ain't all.

My bet says no other rider

in the race will beat mine.

That's in writing and that's a problem.

Miss.

You got nothing to worry about.

You admit that you can out-drink...

...out-fight, out-shoot, out-jump...

...out-luck, out-ride any man

born of woman, don't you?

Except you.

I never said I could out-ride you.

- Do we eat now, or after?

- Just so it's not during.

Class. For a natural-born loser,

you certainly got lots of class.

You just be at that finish line,

with that $16,000.

He expects to win.

You saying this race is fixed?

All I know is, no matter what the game,

cards, craps, racing, boxing, whatever...

If you can bet on it, it can be fixed.

Can be.

And that's all I know.

Well, all I know is I'm winning this race,

so don't crowd me.

- How do you like it, mister?

- Without conversation.

Don't forget my bed. Get all the tables.

Don't forget the booze. Strip the joint!

Get a horse!

Maybe. Maybe that'll save a couple miles.

Is he all right?

Splendid.

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