Posse from Hell Page #3

No.

So it ain't your fight.

Maybe.

Do you suppose anybody will think better

of you because you do it?

Oh, all right.

You can take my black horse

out in front there.

But don't you

get him shot now.

Give him all the grain he could eat?

- Yes, sir.

Gave him

a good rubdown too.

Fine. Saddle him up and bring him

to the marshal's office right away.

You bet I will.

Say, Deputy,

you got no problems.

Jack Wiley here just rode in,

and he's going with you.

You oughta see him

use his guns.

He's gonna be

the biggest name in the Territory.

I hope I'll be some help to you.

- Be of help?

Why, Jack'll handle them

all by himself!

Now here's to old Jack.

Come on now. Everybody drink.

Now, men, here's the way

we'll handle this.

We'll surround 'em.

We'll force 'em to surrender.

We follow my tactics,

and we'll prevent any loss of life.

Sounds good.

This your posse, Benson?

- So far.

You men all got rifles?

Yes. Yes, they're hanging out on the saddles.

But I expected

a much bigger turnout.

Posse usually outnumbers

the outlaws at least 10-to-one.

More's coming.

There must be more.

We sure don't have enough manpower here

to go after such bad trouble.

I think we oughta wait for a little help.

It may take longer.

If you're not going,

get out.

All right.

I'll do just that.

Comin', Jim?

Anyone else?

The rest of you sure

you want to go?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

He'll hold us up.

Our prime factor is time.

Captain Brown,

they took my niece.

I'm her only kin.

I got to go along.

I'm as much use

as any Indian.

Then you'd better keep up.

So long, Benson.

Well,

looks like

I'm the best dressed man you've got.

Yeah.

Something happened here.

Looks like the girl

tried to get away.

Yeah, lit out

for those trees.

You want me to take a look?

All right.

Hold it, Caddo.

That could be

a natural trap, Cole.

They might be hiding in the trees.

I've trained troops to do that.

You ever train a horse to climb a tree?

Go ahead.

Go on!

That's off my niece's dress.

They treated her

bad back there.

But as far I know,

she's still alive.

What do you mean,

they treated her bad?

That's something else

we owe 'em now.

Oh!

Oh.

Best not to fight the saddle,

Mr. Kern.

It'll help if you put

more weight on the stirrups.

Holy...

Just keeping up my touch.

Well, that's just fine.

You've told anybody within 10 miles of here

exactly where we are.

I didn't think about that.

It's too late now.

It certainly is.

If I were in command here, you'd be finished.

Captain Brown, shootin' like that,

Wiley'd be worth plenty in a scrap.

And I'd send

any insubordinate farmers back with him.

You're the one

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