Boom Town Page #3

You got a hard dollar on you?

- Kind of light, ain't it?

- Yeah, it's counterfeit.

- It's the only kind I can hold on to. Call it.

- Heads.

Okay, you're the boss.

We'll spud in by the skull.

Now, listen, Shorty.

My betting on you is just as good

as betting on that skull.

- We'll spud in here.

- Okay, boss.

Hey, now, how about that dough?

How much is in that bankroll of yours?

Well, let's see. I had 800

when I went in the joint last night...

- That Whitey, she's all right, isn't she?

- You told me you had 7 grand.

No. You told me, Shorty.

That'll only put up the derrick.

I'm the boss.

Getting the equipment is up to me.

Just put yourself in my hands.

Hey. Wait a minute, John.

You better keep them eyes peeled

for hijackers.

I lost two loads last week.

You hired me when I was broke,

Mr. Aldrich. I won't let you down.

I'll look after your merchandise

like it was my very own.

Yeah, well, I think we'd better not

take any chances. Come on.

Get down off there, Eddie.

Hey, Harmony.

Come away from that cookbook.

Come on.

- Coming a-running.

- Now, look, Mr. Aldrich, I don't need any...

No, no. If any hijackers start anything,

Harmony will take care of them.

Go ahead.

Well, it's the big feller.

I didn't recognize you at first.

Nice day for the race, ain't it?

- What race?

- The human race.

"You add a pinch of salt to taste

and serve piping hot...

...to the delight

of your family and friends."

- Don't that sound pretty?

- If you're so interested in cooking...

...why do you go around killing people?

I hate shooting folks. I had a fine job

cooking over at the Parsons' ranch.

A bunch of horse rustlers popped in,

and when the sheriff come...

...he kind of liked the way they was laid out

and he deputized me for this here business.

Say, here's a "reskipe"

for lemon "meringoo" pie.

I expect that's just plain old lemon pie

for foreigners, don't you...?

Danged if I like them big hawks.

All the time killing little turtledoves.

Put them up.

Come on, pull up there.

- No monkey business, now. Climb down.

- Climb down in front of me, son.

But don't worry,

I'll plug him right between the eyes.

No, no, I can't. I'm shaking all over.

- Come on, you guys. Quit stalling.

- Turn the gun loose.

No, don't shoot.

Maybe he'll shoot back.

All right, keep walking now

and keep reaching.

Yes, sir.

Get up there.

Please don't say anything

to anybody, will you?

I'm not used to guns.

My knees just turn to water.

I nearly passed out, I guess.

Now, just simmer down, big feller.

Think of something else.

Hey. We're getting close.

Try that last stuff.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Now who wanted to spud in

by that steer skull?

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