Edge Page #3

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You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

Excuse me.

Maybe I wasn't clear.

I said the woman ain't interested.

That so? Let's ask her.

What do you say, Mex?

Let's take this outside.

Let's take it here!

Just to let you fellas know.

There's certain nomenclature

that I take umbrage at

on account of my pa being Mexican.

Ma'am.

You know,

maybe I should have handled that.

Aah! Damn it!

Pinkerton National Detective Agency,

10 Washington Street, Chicago.

Message as follows.

"Apprise Mr. Harknett,

Hedges is alive and in Seward.

Last Drop Hotel."

"Will continue to monitor

for item in question."

That's all.

Hey. Oh, hey, hey, take it easy.

Take it easy.

Oh, no. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Mr. Edge?

- Now listen, Benny.

I figured

that it's time that we have

us a little chat about...

about Little Bill.

I... I done... I done

fixed up your horses, uh...

You know the picture

that you made the lady?

Now, you did a swell job with the scar,

ran east-west across

Little Bill's chin, right?

Now, see, the only problem is,

is that I was there when he got that scar.

Battle of Manassas.

And I don't recall seeing you there.

Now, Benny,

that sketch is two days old.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Where is he?

Good man.

Puedo ayudarte?

Oh, Lordy.

You know, uh,

I've seen flimsier locks at Camp Sumter.

Evening, Sergeant Hedges.

Now, I'd set that thing

on the ground right now.

Go on.

There you go.

Now, you and I both know why you're here.

My son sent me a wire, said

you might come looking for him.

Well, unfortunately, he ain't here.

But...

as you can see,

his pretty little wife is.

Now,

I tell you what, it'd

be well worth your while.

What do you say?

I'll just sit over there and watch,

if it's all the same to you.

You do this for all your deputies?

No. Just the ones I like.

No, it's a peace offering.

Not my style.

Now, you see,

there's gratitude for you.

I gave you a damn job today.

I could've put three rounds in your heart.

Well, your generosity

knows no rounds, I get it.

Pilar.

Go on.

Come on.

See that?

Bootlips done that, Negroes.

When they weren't hiding in the cellar,

they was up here painting.

Painting and painting.

Pilar...

every day she lights a candle for 'em.

And every night I snuff it out.

Her way of being rebellious, I suppose.

Something special about you, son.

Most folks are evil.

You're evil,

but you got principles. I like that.

When that yap of yours is in

danger of making a point, wake me.

I'm coming up on something, Hedges.

I'll be moving some precious cargo.

- You want a hired gun?

- A bodyguard, more like it.

And what I'm saying...

If you can find it in your

heart to forgive my son

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