Purgatory Page #3

Brooks is right. If we got a hope of getting

out of this jackpot, I'm pinning it on Forrest.

That bunch, just ride out?

We got about as much chance

of that as a one-legged man at a...

...rat stomp.

We got any other choice?

You had your sorry moments...

...but all in all, I'd say you did

the family real proud today.

I did?

Yeah, you acquitted yourself

real good for a green farm boy.

Next time I write Esther

I'm gonna tell her so.

Excuse me.

- You're the doc, right?

- And you are...?

Smith. Jack Smith.

I just wanna thank you

for patching up my boys.

Think nothing of it.

Come on in. Let me stand you to a drink.

That's mighty tempting...

...but I don't drink anymore.

Well, that's a shame.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Smith.

You know, it's the damnedest thing...

...but I swear I seen that man

somewhere before.

He was in Wichita once.

Excuse me, Mr. Smith,

I have to go for an hour...

...so please tell your men to help

themselves to whatever they'd like.

Yeah, you see, I told you the whole

damn town is full of Bible-thumpers.

He's right, boss. Nothing but a bunch

of damn cheek-turners.

It's gonna be real easy.

What's gonna be easy?

It's none of your damn business.

How's the leg?

It hurts.

Bullets tend to do that.

Evening, miss. May I have a minute?

What do you want?

Listen, the man I shot...

...he was dying in the desert

and begged everyone to shoot him...

...but no one would. I mean, they

were gonna leave him to the buzzards.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't want you to misjudge me.

Why should you care what I think of you?

Because I like you.

What's your name?

Leon...

...Miller.

But most everyone just calls me Sonny.

What's your name?

Rose.

Rose, huh?

That's a mighty pretty name.

Rose what?

It's just Rose.

Well...

...I reckon it fits you pretty good.

You know, your grammar is terrible.

You know how to read?

Yeah, read all the time.

In fact, I...

- It's a dime novel.

- Yes, it's dime novels.

Hey, Sonny.

Why don't you bring her over

for a drink.

- This is the damnedest saloon I ever saw.

- Who's that?

My uncle. He gets mean

when he's drunk.

Where the hell are all the women?

I'm getting real lonely.

Did you hear what I said, boy?

Mean when he ain't too.

Look at you, hogging all the whores.

She ain't a whore, Uncle Guthrie.

I don't care if she's a nun.

They're all whores.

You know, you shouldn't be

walking around with boys...

...when there's real men in town.

How about me and you

crack some calico?

No. Please.

Don't.

No, Forrest. You can't.

What's the matter, sheriff?

You know what this is, don't you?

Sorry.

It's not your fault.

I'm obliged for that, son.

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