Boom Town Page #5

Hey, wait a minute, chump.

Do you think Luther is foolish enough

to take $2000 for all we owe him?

You just act like I said.

Do as the boss tells you.

Just check over that balance.

It was wrong again yesterday.

- Hi, Luther. Long time no see.

- Well, gentlemen, what can I...?

It's them. It's them.

Do something, quick. Get Harmony.

Wait a minute. Easy.

We're just here on a little business.

Don't stand there trembling

like a pen-wiper. What business?

We wanna pay our bill.

Course, if you don't want the money...

You wanna pay me? Well, why didn't

you say...? Come in, gentlemen. Sit down.

I was only saying yesterday, I wonder

what happened to Mr. Sand and...

Let go of Mr. McMasters, you idiot.

- Well, it's the big feller.

- Hi, Harmony.

- It's all right, Harmony, there's no...

- Here you are, Luther.

- Well.

- Two thousand on account.

Two thousand?

But you owe me $ 7000.

That's for good faith.

We still got our lease.

We'll pay the rest

when our new well comes in.

- New well?

- Sure.

You're gonna give us

tools and equipment.

I give you what? Harmony, get the sheriff.

I'll give you jail sentences...

Wait a minute, now, take it easy.

All right, he's got us where it hurts.

- We gotta give him a sixteenth of the well.

- What? We'll do no such thing.

Certainly not. I... I... What's that?

A sixteenth?

Well, I... I... No, I run

a strictly cash business here.

All right, all right.

Then we'll give you an eighth.

- Give an eighth of a million dollars away?

- A million dollars? Are you...?

You mean 10 million dollars.

We can afford a measly eighth.

- Come on, Luther...

- No, no, no. Over my dead body.

Where do you get off mooching your way

in for an eighth, you old cow thief?

- I'm going over to the bank on my own.

- Wait a minute. Wait.

I don't know what to say.

You said enough, trying to let

this crook in on a sure thing.

I worked my hands raw

to earn that money.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I might consider an eighth.

But an eighth of what?

What makes you two maniacs

think you're gonna find oil this time?

Say, do you think we'd be

sticking our necks in a noose...

...if we didn't know there was oil?

Come on.

- No, no, I still think an eighth is...

- Well, all right. All right. I'll do it.

But it's got to be an eighth.

And we'll sign the papers right now.

Harmony goes out with you

to see there's no monkey business.

And if you two fellas

don't bring in a well this time...

...you go to jail. Both of you.

I'm not gonna... I'm...

For heaven...

I'm stuck again.

Hot groceries.

- Hey, Big John, come and get it.

- Okay. I'm ready for it.

Here she is, boys.

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