Quigley Down Under Page #5

I was afraid of what he'd do

when he saw I'd smothered our son.

I ought to find some way

to mend this petticoat. Look at that.

Roy...

He just buried the baby,

put me in the wagon,

and we went 70 miles

to Galveston without stopping.

He never said a word.

Put me on the first ship he found.

It was headed to Australia.

Then he said,

"Don't want no woman that would

kill my son to save herself."

And he turned and he walked away,

and he never looked back.

I know, 'cause I watched

to see if he would.

This thing is just falling apart.

It's just...

I'm tired.

Don't exactly talk your ear off

saying goodbye, do they?

The Johnsons were always like that.

What?

Remember the church social last year?

They ate everybody's jams and pies

and left without saying a word.

It's our own fault for

inviting 'em again this year.

Why would they do that?

That's why.

Oh, no. No!

No. Stay back!

No!

Over there!

No!

Sh*t.

Of all the damn fool things

I ever did see!

You trying to get your head blown off?

Anyone who believes in magic...

is crazy.

Don't be running off like that.

I could have used

some help up there, you know.

Well, I got my rig back.

But no saddlebags,

which means I can't make my reload.

We got one horse and two canteens.

And a rider got away. Which means

Marston'll know where we are.

Yeah. And we don't.

- I'm cold.

- You got the blanket.

Maybe we could share it tonight.

There's something

I wanna talk to you about.

If we do, there'll be something

I wanna talk to you about.

When summer comes, let's drag up

some wood for a real cabin.

- 'Cause, Roy, sod walls...

- Matthew.

Matthew Quigley.

I ain't sharing my bed till I'm certain

you know who's in it. Now say it.

If we had a wood cabin

we could get glass windows.

We'll see.

The sea's gotta be west.

That's how we're headed,

but you sure wouldn't know it.

Ow! Hell!

Do you see that?

I sure did. Biggest ant I ever did see.

- What's my name today?

- Matthew Quigley,

same as any other day.

How's about you and me taking off

all our clothes and going swimming?

What are you? Crazy?

There ain't no water.

Why, shame on you!

Well, you...

What about last night? You...

I what?

Oh, never mind.

- How's that, then, Mr. Marston?

- Pretty good, O'Flynn. You've improved.

Wear your holster a bit higher,

then grab your gun on the way up.

- But I'm faster, aren't I?

- Yeah.

- Think I'll ever be as fast as you?

- You mean if you practiced a lot?

- Yeah.

- No.

Not again.

Where are the others?

Dead. All dead.

Quigley. He was everywhere.

Four more. I don't believe this.

Did you see him?

- It was too far away.

- How far?

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