Forty Guns Page #4

It should be. It came direct from the

attorney general's office in Washington.

Mr. Logan, it's a reflection on you...

for one of your own deputies

to be charged with robbing the mails.

I'm sure he will surrender to the United

States government without resistance.

- Won't you, Mr. Swain?

- What are you talkin' about?

Are you Chief Deputy Swain?

- That's right.

- Then you know what

I'm talking about. Let's go.

You heard Mr. Bonell. Go with him.

One moment, please, Mr. Bonell.

Aren't you afraid of ambush?

I'm always afraid of losing government

property. Keeps me awake nights.

That's hard to believe after

what I've heard about you.

Just as hard for me to swallow

what I've heard about you.

Oh? And just what did you hear?

Would you gentlemen excuse us, please?

The whiskey's in the sideboard.

My reputation is going to suffer.

A deputy charged with robbing

the mails is hard to believe.

And I once arrested a lieutenant governor.

Horse thief.

- Don't forget this.

- I've got lots more of em.

- For my guests?

- Any more of em been robbing the mails?

Now, what do you want?

Logan wears the badge,

but he's afraid of guns.

The job pays well. Percentage

on commissions, and so forth.

And a man could get rich

on the "and so forth." Is that it?

- You offering me the job?

- You wouldn't have any

trouble getting elected.

- With your help?

- With or without my help,

a popular killer like you.

I don't figure the job is my size.

It could be any size you want it to be.

I'm not interested in you, Mr. Bonell.

It's your trademark.

- May I feel it?

- Uh-uh.

- Just curious.

- It might go off in your face.

I'll take a chance.

You could have broken my brother's skull.

I could have, if I tried.

I suppose I should be grateful

you weren't hired to kill him.

I don't kill for hire.

I'm sure you don't kill for fun.

I'm sure you're sure.

You asked for the whiskey.

That's good whiskey, Logan.

You oughta try it.

Whoa.

You check him in, Wes.

I'll see you at the hotel.

I disliked leavin' Miss Drummond's

peaceful dinner party, Mr. Bonell...

but as sheriff, I had to be back here

in my official capacity.

I appreciate that, Sheriff.

Give the prisoner anything he wants.

Room and board's on Uncle Sam.

Swain, I... I can't believe it.

Honest to goodness, a man in your position.

Here you are drawin' clean pay

every month, and you rob the mails.

You oughta go to a head doctor.

Excuse me. Come on.

How long does this...

this idiot got to board with us?

A couple of days, Sheriff.

Mr. Bonell...

Why don't you save the government

some money, hang him right now?

I wish I could, Sheriff,

but it's out of our jurisdiction.

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