Boom Town Page #4

We'll be reaching for her tail

in a few feet.

We sure had a break with Aldrich.

I thought he'd have spotted us by now.

We'll pay Luther back double.

Come on, you wild kitty. Spit.

- Begins to get you about now, don't it?

- Yeah, like sparking around some dame.

I forgot about that gal of yours, Shorty.

Don't worry, she'll be in platinum garters...

Hey. Listen.

Get back. She's coming in now.

- Come on, honey. Come to us, baby.

- Let's cap her in.

No, let her flow.

Let her open up her mouth and holler.

Look out!

Salt water.

The Gulf of Mexico.

Well, at least we can smoke now.

Take it easy, Shorty.

They say you'll get rich

if you drill enough holes.

We'd have been all right

if we'd spudded in by that skull.

Must be the water from the side structure.

Well, I guess that's that.

You're thinking about that dame, huh?

Hey, what's her name? What's she like?

She's nuts about you, huh?

I wish I could be sure.

She likes me, I guess.

We've known each other quite a piece.

You know, it ain't exactly set yet...

...but I figured if this well came in,

why, she'd come out here and we could...

Forget it.

Pick up your chin. We'll spud in

over there someday. Somehow.

Who's that coming?

- That's Luther's car. We'd better travel.

- Travel or jail.

They're getting away.

They're getting away.

Hey, hold it.

Okay.

Take it easy,

I'm gonna get me a pigeon.

For heaven's sake, they're escaping.

Come on, you're the sheriff. Do something.

I wonder what they done

with my Barbara Fritchie cookbook.

Shut up, you blithering seagull.

Thousands of dollars' worth

of equipment lost, and in a dry hole.

If they ever come back here, I'll have

them boiled in oil. In their own oil.

They didn't strike any.

Once more won't hurt them. Seven, dice.

There she is.

Seven out of the field

and pay the line.

Six-one, babies. Right back at them.

That's it, babies.

- Eleven. Pay the line.

- Ten passes.

I can't lose. I'm knee-deep in clover.

Just for luck, Shorty.

Come on, babies, once more. Oh, yeah.

- Pay the line.

- There you are, sir.

Two thousand.

Watch me double it.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

That's enough.

Those dice got snake eyes, you know.

Okay, Shorty.

Shorty here, he's the warden.

That's right, you tell him, Shorty.

Make him take...

- Don't call me Shorty.

- But, Holy Moses, he called you Shorty.

That's all right. That's him, not you.

Here, buy him seven or eight drinks.

Come on, Shorty, let's go.

Hey, where are we going with all

this fancy scratch, little man?

Right back to Burkburnett.

And we're gonna spud in that well

right by the old steer skull...

...where a fella tried to get me

to do it once before. Remember?

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