Boone: The Bounty Hunter Page #4

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in this town.

Yeah, two.

Where is everybody?

What the hell?

Oh, what's this guy's story?

Hey, want some water?

Agua?

Yeah.

Uh, no.

No, take it, man.

You need it.

No.

And some lip balm.

Okay, but if you get thirsty

and change your mind,

it's right there.

Hey, what's the sign say?

It means lazy.

You're Boone the hunter.

See?

They do know me down here.

What's with him?

He broke the rules.

You're here to stop the bad men?

That's right, one of the worst.

What's your name, kid?

Miguel.

So, Miguel...

How would you like to be

a deputy bounty hunter?

Any new gringos come

to town yesterday?

No.

Calm down, chief.

I got a card for you, too.

You want senor Davenport.

The kid said this is the place.

Camera one online and recording.

Come on.

Let's be ready to rock.

Boone cam set.

Boone cam check.

Gross.

Okay, got Denny cam.

Denny cam check.

Blaaah.

Grosser.

Can you give me some levels?

Ryan Davenport,

the weatherman's predicting

hail in your future

because I'm about to come at ya

like a bag of quarters

in a strip club.

Perfect.

Kat cam is hot.

We've got the remotes.

Just remember we gotta

stay half a mile

from the Van so we can

record the feeds.

Incoming.

Yahtzee.

We got him.

How do we handle them?

Hmm.

Looks like these guys

found a buy one,

get one free sale

on polyester goon suits.

Denny can take 'em.

Hey, look...

He's ditching his bodyguards.

Now is our chance.

Wait, wait, hold up

a sec, Kittycat.

What?

Why?

Boone, let's go.

We can cut him off before

they catch up.

Davenport's still in the bar.

Kid went in wearing

lucchese boots

worth at least 11 thou.

The guy that came out

was in sneakers.

I guess being a fashion diva

has its perks.

Yep.

Let's go Boone this chump stain.

Boone voyage, Ryan Davenport.

Group Boone.

Let's Boone him.

All right, guys.

Let's Boone this kid.

Settle down on the

Boone-Boone phrases.

Boone... I'm

gonna Boone this kid

into next Tuesday.

Hmm.

You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Probably not as advanced.

You two set the cameras.

I'll probe her for information.

At least that

won't take too long.

Well, hello, muscles.

Is it hot in here,

or is it just you?

What can I do for you?

And remember,

I can do everything.

I'm lookin' for somebody.

Oh, perfect.

I'm a somebody.

What type of place

is this anyway?

The kind where you

don't ask questions.

Where is Ryan Davenport?

See, that's a question,

and here's the only answer

that matters in this town.

Don't mess with anyone

named Davenport.

Margarita, blended,

half sugar,

half salt on the rim.

Interesting place, homey.

What's going on?

Fiesta? Rodeo?

Chicas back there,

dudes with hats?

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