Jane Got a Gun Page #5

Wonder if we'll be able

to see the ocean from here.

What if we just stayed up here

and never came down?

Wouldn't that be something?

That would be something.

My.

That's Dan Frost, ain't it?

You told me he was dead.

I thought he was.

He was the only one

I could go to.

This is a job for him.

Nothing more.

Jars are empty.

I need you to fill

about 20 of them with kerosene.

And leave two fingers

at the top.

And break some of

the bottles into shards, too.

And round up all the nails

you got left.

Why'd you change your mind

to help me?

I don't know.

Well, I'm grateful

that you did.

Well, that's okay.

I got all the gratitude I need

right here

rolled up in my pocket.

You are such a prick.

A prick that's come

to protect you

and your piece of sh*t husband.

You don't know

the first thing about Ham.

Well, I know

that he's a criminal.

You know, he could've taken

those five bullets

and laid down

by some pretty river somewhere

and let the Lord take him.

What kind of man brings

that sh*t home to his wife?

The kind of man

who doesn't quit.

The kind of man who always

comes home, no matter what.

Goddamn it!

I came home, Jane.

And you were gone.

And I rode halfway across

the damn country

looking for you.

Yeah, showing your picture

to everybody

from Missouri to New Mexico

like a beggar.

When? When was that?

'Cause I waited

for three years, Dan.

You might as well been dead.

If I were dead,

you would've seen my name

on the list at the post office;

that's how it works.

Well, if you'd been alive,

I would've seen my name

on a letter

at that same post office, Dan.

Hell, you got tired of waiting,

you just found yourself

an outlaw.

I guess a fickle woman's

grief moves very quickly.

What would you know

about grief?

You know what, Dan?

You might want to see a day

where the sun don't just shine

on your story.

'Cause there is

a whole world out there

of other people's tales,

you just care and listen.

Okay, well,

if we get through this,

you can tell me

all about it, Jane.

But right now,

I'm busy digging.

Probably our graves.

Dan. I'm getting the dynamite.

Howdy, friend.

You didn't happen to see

an Appaloosa

back there on the trail?

With no rider, no saddle?

Pea-brain wife gone

and left the gate open again.

No.

Maybe you seen

what I'm looking for.

I don't know. What's that?

Fella by the name

of Bill Hammond.

Little on the big side.

A little shot up.

No, sir.

This here is my property,

and...

You telling me to get

off your property, mister?

Well, no.

It's just,

I would've seen a man

bleeding on my property is all.

Well, this here is the last

place out here for miles.

Next house

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