High Plains Drifter Page #4

when he put your badge on the runt.

I'm not a runt anymore.

I'm the sheriff.

- And the mayor.

- And I'm the mayor.

- Any objections?

- No. No, that's fine.

I'm the mayor.

I'm the sheriff.

No more

Mordecai, bring the water.

Mordecai, take the laundry.

Clean up the mess.

Hot damn!

I'm gonna declare a holiday.

Hot damn!

Wait a minute.

I can't be a sheriff

if I don't have a gun.

Is this about the size gun

youre lookin' for?

No, that one. That'll do.

Whatever this gent wants,

he's to have.

Orders of Mr Drake and Mr Allen.

I want every man in the regiment

to have one of these nice rifles.

What regiment?

- The City of Lago Volunteers.

- Never heard of 'em.

You ought to. You're in it.

So are you, you

and all of you out there.

I want you all out in the street

in ten minutes for drill.

Well, that's that.

Bridges, you Carlin boys...

don't forget your tickets

back here to my little hotel.

And don't worry-

they ain't loaded.

What about our horses?

We had three good animals.

What do you think youve been eatin'

the last six months?

Damn him!

I didn't eat my own horse!

That slop he fed us wasn't our horses.

He just stole 'em and sold 'em!

- Shut up.

- That's what he done!

When we get to Lago,

you can have the mayor's horse.

Fried or barbecued.

Well, I guess we walk some.

Old Drake and Allen don't seem

to have remembered.

They'll remember.

One way or another,

they'll remember.

All right.

You dont want to get shot.

You don't want your shops

or houses burned.

You don't want your women touched.

You don't want anything to happen.

Except you're afraid

to do anything about it.

Or you don't know how.

Sh*t!

Fire!

I don't remember lending

my wagons to be shot up...

by those goddamned fools out there.

You're gonna look awfully silly

with that knife sticking up your ass.

Fire! Pull those triggers!

Come on!

You still here?

No, I was just goin'.

- Damn! Can you do that every time?

- Damn right he can.

We're not gonna have a thing

in the world to worry about.

This is gonna be a picnic!

All right, keep 'em after it, huh?

You men carpenters?

S, senor.

We do rough fixings.

Could you make some big tables

that a lot of people could sit?

- Like for a church picnic?

- Exactly.

Well, you could use sawhorses

and one-by-twelvers.

Could you have them ready

for me by tomorrow morning?

- If we have the lumber.

- You'll have the lumber.

Come on with me.

- You really plannin' a picnic?

- Any objection?

No, just it's the damnedest thing

I ever heard of.

- You havent heard the funny part.

- Whatss that?

You're furnishing

the beer and whiskey.

- Preacher.

- Good morning, Brother Belding.

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