High Plains Drifter Page #5

- Mrs Lake was just asking about you.

- How is the dear old soul?

She's chipper as a jaybird.

I don't know how she does it.

She's got the strength

of her faith, Brother Belding.

Praise God.

The strength of her faith.

Too bad about your barn.

Termites?

There's nothing wrong with my barn.

It's sound as a dollar.

How come those two Mexs

is tearin' it down?

What?

What do you greasy bastards

think you're doing to my barn?

Exactly what I told 'em.

We're requisitioning

your barn, Belding.

Any objection?

You men can go back to work.

Would you mind tellin' me

what the hell"'s goin on here?

You can help out too.

You want me to help you

tear down my barn?

Wait a minute.

Maybe he'd be better use

if he'd help us collect...

the few little items

were still missing.

Items? What items?

What for?

You got the list, Sheriff.

Read it to him.

We still need 35 bedsheets...

one barbecued steer...

and 200 gallons of red paint.

Red paint?

We're counting on you

for the bedsheets.

- Is there anything else?

- Yes, there is.

How long's it gonna take you

to get everybody out of your hotel?

- What?

- Everybody out.

- How long is it gonna take?

- I just can't-

I got eight people living in rooms

up there in my hotel.

Where are they gonna go?

Out.

You know better'n to walk

in a man's camp and-

What the hell is goin' on?

Well, Stacey, it looks like

we got three fresh horses.

Wait a while.

He's got him some snappy duds.

Faster!

Fire! Pull that trigger!

- Any improvement?

- Some.

Lew and I were thinking.

Maybe we were a little

hasty in our decision.

What do you mean?

Maybe we don't need any outside help

to solve our problem.

Hell, Dave, maybe we don't

even have a problem.

Every man that ever got sent up...

went away saying hed come back

and get even, right?

But can you actually remember anyone

ever comin' back and doin' anything?

I can't think of one.

Can you?

You want to get rid

of the gunfighter, is that it?

Dave, we've got to

before it's too late.

He's making a mock

of this whole town.

Making that little dwarf

the sheriff.

Kickin' my own people

out of my own hotel.

Got half of the women in town

sewing bedsheets together.

Got those Mexicans down there

building long picnic tables.

Lutie Naylor barbecuin'

a whole damn steer.

- Some kind of a picnic.

- Right here in our own town.

- Sounds pretty good to me.

- What do you mean?

It sounds like a good idea

bringin' everything out in the open.

This whole things

all for nothin'..

They're probably all three blind drunk

in some Nogales whorehouse.

Well, if they're dead drunk in Nogales,

welll know in 24 hours.

Surely we can put up

with the man for one more day.

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