Gun Fury Page #5

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His war stopped. Mine didn't.

There's a saloon over there.

- Looking for the sheriff?

- Yes.

He's in the barber chair.

- Sheriff.

- What can I do for you?

The Slayton gang rode past here last night,

heading south.

I'd like some help to go after them.

- Who are you?

- My name's Warren.

I was a passenger on the Haynesville stage.

Slayton held it up and kidnapped my girl.

We heard the stage was overdue.

Man come by this morning from Haynesville.

- What'd you say you wanted?

- Some men who can use a gun.

From me? I only got two deputies,

and one of them is in Yuma.

- Get up a posse.

- You make it sound real easy. But it ain't.

We got one up last week, Sheriff.

That was for a hanging. That's different.

You want to go after Frank Slayton?

No, not me.

It's not his job, it's yours.

The stage line don't go through here.

If it was held up, it'd be over in Gila County.

But they went past here not six hours ago.

Look, mister, I got plenty of trouble

right here. I don't have to chase after it.

Every Sunday morning, my jail's

got more people than the local church.

What's that badge for?

You've got a responsibility.

Just to this town.

And nowheres else.

Hey, you want some gun hands,

try the saloon. You'll be doing me a favour.

My partner's trying that right now.

He told me I'd get no help from you.

Maybe Slayton took your girl.

In that case, I'm sorry for you, mister.

And even sorrier for the girl.

If it was my job to tangle

with the Slayton gang, I'd do it.

But like I said, my job's right here.

- How did you make out?

- Like I told you. Nobody's interested.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I remember telling Slayton

that first night at Rodger's Station.

What happens on the other side of the river

is no problem of yours?

Yeah. So I guess I can't complain, can I?

Do you know anybody

who feels any different?

I learned one thing, Jess.

A man's got to do his own growing,

no matter how tall his father was.

Slayton's headed toward Rock Springs.

It's not much of a town, but you can

try there. Maybe we'll have better luck.

Get mounted, Westy. You and Vincente

are going into Rock Springs for supplies.

- You mean right now?

- Right now.

Get some liquor, too. We're out.

And keep out of trouble.

We could do with a little coffee, Doc.

You ought to smile a little more,

Miss Ballard.

- When are you going to let me go?

- When we're out of Arizona.

When will that be?

Arizonans are like Texans.

They say they're never out of Arizona.

If it wasn't for her,

we'd all be at Barratto's by now.

Have us a woman. And decent food.

If you got any complaints to make, Blinky,

make them to me.

I might be able to take care of them for you.

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