Lawman Page #4

it was private.

On this high ground,

you can see the whole valley

on a clear day,

from the sierras

to white wolf pass.

Now, there was the old

Comanche camp. We...

we broke 'em there.

Harvey and me

and my brothers.

Brother Jacob

died there.

They were fine people,

the Comanches.

Don't ever listen to any talk

that runs down an Indian.

We buried brother

Jacob here and...

my other brother Aaron

beside him.

They'd had enough

of guns and killing.

The dead

don't have much.

Crowe, did you ever

feel the world

turn beneath

your feet?

No, sir.

You best be getting

back down, son.

Choctaw, the kid

had the edge.

You're sand-blind,

Jack.

You take him on,

Jack.

$5, Choctaw?

That's like stealing

from a blind man's cup.

That's fair.

I figure Crowes just

emptied your cup, Lee.

What do you say,

Crowe?

I guess

about even.

Even?

Sonny, you were

way behind...

again.

The top man takes

Dekkers money from him.

I want those cattle

down at the wolf pass

tomorrow night.

Crowe, you come with me.

We gotta go into Sabbath.

Sure, Harv.

Gonna fight on

that lawman, Harv?

Move your ass

out of here, Lee.

Wait a minute,

Mr. Stenbaugh.

I fancy a bit

of tin star.

I'll leave enough for you

to cut your first teeth on.

You're a gentleman.

Choctaw.

What do you think

he's gonna do?

Chew the hell

out of that law dog.

Maddox.

Mr. Maddox,

Mr. Maddox, your room...

what I mean is we

are getting a regular...

a drummer of

women's goods.

And jewelry,

and, well, you see,

I wasn't expecting you

to be staying over,

and, well, to put

a fine edge on things,

I need your room.

You see, he always expects

to get the same room,

and l... I can't...

oh...

is there something

you wanted?

Can't say there is,

minister.

A man comes to

the house of god,

he comes to seek.

I'm not a believing man,

minister.

Then why have

you come?

A man doesn't see

many churches like this...

in a town like Sabbath.

The shape of the house

of god is unimportant.

That's not so, minister.

The kind of church

a man builds to pray in

tells you a lot

about the man.

Further south,

there are some fine,

old adobe churches.

Mexican. They're

cool and dark inside

to give a man peace.

They're made

for kneeling.

This one's made for

standing upright.

There is no easy comfort

from god.

Tell me, minister,

you must know all

the people in this town.

Those who come to my church.

I don't see

a land office.

If I wanted to see

a map of the territory,

a map with the deed

boundaries marked on it,

who might be able

to oblige?

Why do you ask me?

I figured you'd be

the one man in this town

who would find it

difficult to lie to me.

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