Carry On Cowboy Page #4

Yes?

Well, what do you want?

I was told you might give me a job.

Job? What job?

Who the biazes are you?

Knutt. Marshal P. Knutt.

Marshal?

No-one available, huh?

Well, Marshal,

you couldn't have come at a better time.

- Really?

- Yes, sir.

How would you like to go

and clean up Stodge City for me?

Oh, very much, sir.

In a bit of a mess, is it?

You said it, Marshal.

One heck of a mess.

Funnlly enough, I was talking

about that probiem to the man outside.

- Now, I have one or two theories.

- Yes, I'm sure you have, Marshal.

But I'm a pretty busy man,

so suppose you get down

to Stodge City and get to work, huh?

See Judge Burke.

He'll tell you what's doing.

Judge Burke.

Yes, and thank you very much.

Not at all, Marshal, not at all.

Stodge City.

Oh, right in the country.

Should be nice and peaceful.

[Shouting and gunfire]

Who was that? Who did it?

[Gunfire]

Isn't it sickening?

That's the tenth window broken

in two weeks.

Who was it, Judge?

Some of those horrible friends

of the Rumpo Kid, of course.

Look at my hat.

Just look at it.

[Laughs] Three inches iower

and it would have been your head.

Don't say that!

Things have got pretty rough here

since he came.

Rough? it ain't safe for decent folks

to walk the streets.

I have to send my wife out

for everything.

Never mind. Things will get better

when they send that Marshal.

If they send him.

Oh... Why, hello, Sam.

What brings you into town?

I tell you what brings me into town.

I lost 50 head of cattle on my ranch

last night.

- Rustiers?

- They certainly weren't pickpockets!

Well, there's no need to get all sarky.

50 head. What's more,

my prize bull was among 'em.

Not old Ramrod?

Yeah. How am I to raise cattle

without a bull?

Judge, you gotta do something.

Well, it's hardly

in my line of country, Sam.

You know darned well that Rumpo Kid

and his gang are behind this.

Yeah, you're probably right, Sam,

but how are you gonna prove it?

And stay out of here, bum.

[# Lively fiddle and banjo]

Johnny.

How about this for business, huh?

Yeah, you sure

have made a difference to the place.

Well, I like to see

a bit of innocent fun.

Johnny, just look at these beautiful furs.

Silver fox and he oniy wants $50 a skin.

- Not bad.

- They'd make a loveiy fur coat.

I don't like wearing fur.

No, Johnny, I meant for me.

I get it. You want me

to buy 'em for you, huh?

Just 500 the lot, mister.

Right. I just gotta get some money

from the bank. Won't be a minute.

Morning, Mr Rumpo, sir.

Anything for me today?

Not yet, Josh.

Stick around. it's early.

[Gunshot]

[A body thuds onto floor]

Hey, that's the fourth in two weeks.

[Laughs] You're in the wrong business.

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