Desert Fury Page #4

What about her?

She likes to gamble. It's in her blood.

Yeah. Like her old man.

Show her a pair of dice...

She doesn't look like you.

I thought you wanted to talk.

She reminds me of someone I knew.

I thought so too at first,

then I got a better look...

Nobody is asking you.

Alright, now we talk.

I got a visit today from the Sheriff.

Yeah?

I didn't like it.

Nobody likes Sheriffs.

Call him off. Me?

Play straight. Call him off.

Why?

Because I say so.

Well, maybe for old time's sake.

Do I owe you anything from the old days?

No... but I don't want

anybody bothering me.

Take it easy, Eddie. Maybe she's...

Shut up!

What's the matter, Eddie?

I don't like anybody taunting me.

Alright, I sent him.

Oh... excuse me. I thought you'd gone.

I said I'd see you at home.

I was waiting for you.

I want to go home with you.

I'll be outside.

Its alright.

Just one more thing. Did you tell

him to ask me all those questions?

Questions?

About my wife. The accident.

The way she died.

No I didn't. It must have been his idea.

Well this is my idea.

Don't ever do it again. Just don't.

Eddie, you can't blame me.

You blow into town the way you do.

I told that Cop that I

came here to be alone.

The word says you got

squeezed out of Vegas.

Any time Eddie wants to go

to the post, he's tagged.

I don't know how to figure.

I got a pretty good set up here.

Maybe you ought to move in.

Maybe I want to go back

to pitching pennies, too.

I want nothing from you, Fritzi. I want

nothing from nobody. Just be left alone.

The way you left me alone?

That's how he's been, Fritzi.

Ever since...

That's how I've been!

Do like I tell you, Fritzi.

Don't ask for trouble.

Sure she does.

Look at her now.

Like you talk to me, mother.

That's the way he talked to you.

"Do like I tell you, Fritzi."

Go home.

Yes, mother.

Hi, Hank.

Hiya, Paula.

Come on, Tom.

I'm ready, fellahs.

Ride him, Tommy!

Ride him, Tom!

Stay with him, Tom.

Attaboy, Tom. Come on!

You alright?

Okay.

What got broke, Tom?

You or the horse?

A few more tries and

the pony can ride me.

Yeah?

Leave him alone... Paula.

There ain't one of you drugstore cowboys

ever seen a day you could ride with him.

I'm going over to the bunk house.

Leave him alone. When this happens, he

don't want no-one around him, even me.

Is he really that good, Pat?

Ain't he ever told you?

Tom doesn't talk much about himself.

No. He was the best.

What happened to him?

He was wrestling a steer and slipped.

Now he's all busted up inside.

He's not thinking of going

back to the rodeo, is he?

All the time.

I say to him:
okay, make a comeback. You

can never be as good as you used to be.

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