Go West Page #4

That's no good. That's for horses.

I know you're thirsty. I'm thirsty, too.

Come on, we go into the saloon.

I get you a drink.

Rusty, I no like the West.

All the people do is kill each other.

I'd like the West better

if it was in the East.

Let's get out of here.

Letter. Pony express for you.

Game is over, boys.

Now, look here, Pete...

a whole week has gone by

and you still ain't brought Wilson in.

Get some more men.

Get some fresh horses.

I don't care how you do it,

but you find that desert rat.

Take it away.

Thirsty? My throat is dry,

just like the desert.

Yours, too?

Another, Joe.

Okay. There it is, Pete.

Hey, you!

What's the matter with you?

Put that down!

- What's going on here?

- Couple of tinhorns from the East.

Told them no money, no beer.

Then I turn my back, and he steals a glass.

- Why, you...

- He no steal it, mister.

We don't want no trouble. I'll pay.

You don't look as if

you had a dime between you.

No, but I give you an IOU.

Did you hear that, boy? An I owe me.

Sure, we're honest. We always pay.

Here, I owe you 10 cents. Joseph Panello.

That's rich and rare.

A business transaction, Joe.

Put it in the cash register

before somebody steals it.

Come on, you financiers, beat it.

Get out of here.

- You know where Dan Wilson's house is?

- Dan Wilson? Sure.

You just go half a mile up the road.

You can't miss it.

Say, you can do me a favor.

I got a telegram for Dan Wilson.

You can deliver it and save me the trip.

Sure, we'll deliver the telegram.

Maybe it's good news.

- There you are, and thanks very much.

- That's all right.

Dan Wilson. That means we don't open it.

You promise?

Right.

All right. We open it but we don't read it.

I no think I can trust you.

And I know you can't trust me.

So I tell you what we do.

I'll read it, but we don't listen.

Come on, put the fingers up.

Rusty, I cheated.

I listened.

You, too.

Mr. Beecher, we're here to meet you!

We're supposed to meet you!

Are you looking for John Beecher?

Sure, we've come to see him about

selling Dead Man's Gulch to the Railroad.

That's fine.

I'm John Beecher.

We don't recognize you, do we, Rusty?

Naturally you don't recognize me.

We've never met.

Then how do I know it's you?

If I don't know

what Mr. Beecher looks like...

the only way I can tell it's him

is if he wears a white carnation.

Well, the very idea!

I don't know anything about...

Now, look here, you two...

Old Mr. Beecher, we look all over for you.

- We're so glad to see you.

- Yes, I'm glad that's settled.

Now, which one of you gentlemen

is Mr. Wilson?

None of us.

We got a name:
Panello.

But we own the land.

- You have the deed with you?

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