Last Man Standing

It's a funny thing.

No matter how low you sink...

there's still

a right and a wrong...

and you always end up choosing.

You go one way so you can try

to live with yourself.

You can go the other

and still be walking around...

but you're dead

and you don't know it.

I was coming through Texas

on my way to Mexico.

I needed some time to hide out.

I had spent most of my life

on the dodge.

Drunk or sober,

I got no complaints...

even if I did

get my hands dirty on the way.

Jericho was a jerkwater town

maybe 50 miles from the border.

Dirt streets,

ramshackle buildings.

One thing for sure...

you couldn't find it

anywhere on the map.

For the most part,

I was a big-city guy.

I like pavement

under my feet...

and bright lights

after the sun goes down.

I figured this burg

was just the kind of place...

you gassed up the car,

got something to eat...

and if you got stuck,

maybe spent a night.

Then I got a look at her...

and that's

when all the fun started.

It's not a good idea

to be looking...

at Mr. Doyle's girl that way.

I remember a guy once told me

this is a free country.

Jocko, this guy thinks

it's a free country.

Now you're free to go.

Sheriff's office is over there

in case you want to complain.

Your light's out.

I seen it,

right outside the window.

You know what I'm going

to do about it?

Not a goddamn thing.

But I know what you ought to do.

You ought to get your spare,

put it on your car...

and drive out of town.

Ain't that right, Bob?

You got to forgive old Bob.

He ain't much for talk.

Hold it.

Let me tell you something.

If you're sticking around,

don't be coming to me for help.

You're on your own here.

We already got a fella

in the window of the undertaker.

Do yourself a favor...

first thing, get a firearm.

First customer I seen all week.

Want a whiskey or a beer?

Don't have much else to offer.

Whiskey.

You under prohibition?

We don't pay much attention

to it here.

You got a phone in this place?

Who you want to call?

My mama.

We got phones,

but they ain't workin'...

since you need a switchboard

operator to run them.

You got electricity?

Got that.

Runs on gas generators.

Hope they stay working.

Nobody left to fix them

if they go bust.

Tell the truth...

most of what they call

decent folks have been run off.

Really ain't much left here

but a ghost town.

Some damn sheriff...

making a profit

staying in the middle...

grafting off both sides.

I think Mr. Doyle

bought him off first...

or maybe it was Strozzi.

Who's Strozzi?

That's the other gang here.

Strozzi and the Italian fellas.

Both gangs took over this town,

run off all the regular folks.

Come from the same big city...

but they don't

like each other much.

Bootleggers.

You got Strozzi

at the Sweetwater...

and Doyle's bunch

down at the Alamo.

They leave me be

because I stay to myself.

They think I'm crazy.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm going to go see the fellas

that wrecked my car...

have a little talk with them.

I hadn't gotten

a real warm reception...

but I started thinking

maybe this was my lucky day.

A crook for a sheriff...

and two bootlegger outfits

that hated each other.

If I played it right...

I could make some easy money

and move on.

I thought I made it clear...

who you can and can't be

looking at around here.

That's Mr. Doyle's property.

I came here to see you.

Did you get that car of yours

fixed yet?

I'm running a little low

on cash.

I was wondering if you could

help pay the damages.

I guess you'll have to kill me.

It'll hurt if I do.

Tell Mr. Doyle if

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