Nevada Smith Page #3

The rest is learning human nature.

That takes a lifetime,

so you'd better not trust anyone.

You want to plan your moves,

pick your place to fight,

don't make any threats,

and don't you ever walk away from one.

Goodbye, Max.

Goodbye, Mr. Cord.

Don't even trust a friend.

Come on, Struther,

you've washed your pink body enough.

Struther, please hurry up.

Hey, the dames are coming!

The dames are coming!

Struther, you'd better hurry up

and get outta there.

Pink...

Red...

Cat got your tongue? Come on!

- Gee, you're cute.

- Walter? How are you?

- Hey, look at me!

- Shut up.

Hello, cowboy. Welcome to town.

- Try the next room.

- White women more popular.

They saved me for you.

- Navajo?

- Kiowa.

I am Kiowa, too.

Yes or no?

$5...

...for some questions.

I'm looking for three men.

One is named Jesse,

got a scar on his neck, carries a knife.

He may be riding a grey horse.

Ever see anyone like that?

Lots of men with scars come here.

Buy yourself some moccasins.

Why do you ask for them?

They tortured and killed a woman.

Kiowa, like you.

One man...

...has a scar here.

He works downstairs

dealing cards in the bar.

- But he might not be the same man.

- Where does he keep his horse?

In the stable across the street.

But please don't tell anyone I told you.

- Hey, mister?

- Yeah?

That grey for sale?

Belongs to Jack Langely at the

Palace Bar. I don't think he'll sell him.

Jesse!

- Any cards, boys?

- You, dealing cards.

- Jesse who?

- Jesse coward, Jesse murderer.

- Woman killer.

- My name is Jack Langely.

When you killed my parents,

it was Jesse.

I'm Jack Langely.

When did this killing take place?

- Hey, Hudson, what's my name?

- Jack Langely.

- How long have I worked here?

- A year, year and a half.

- Anything else?

- Stand up.

I'm not armed.

My father wasn't armed when

you tied him up and blew his head off.

- Kid...

- I know what I'm doing.

- He's riding my father's horse.

- It's mine.

With an "SS" brand?

I have a bill of sale for it.

Fair enough, let's see it.

Now, look, son...

If Langely did what you said,

I'll let you kill him.

But if he's got a bill of sale,

you could have the wrong man.

Let's look.

Come on, both of you.

You fight like your mother, boy.

Should've taken you to a sail maker

to get stitched up.

That McGuffey Reader in your shirt

kept that knife from your stomach.

The minute he's done, you move on.

How can he ride a horse

with all them stitches in him?

That's up to him.

You killed a man,

as you tell it, for good reason.

You did what you had to, so am I.

If we don't drive you out,

there'll be more killing. Got any friends?

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