Rancho Notorious Page #4

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Young man, why are you

so interested in Altar Keane?

I gotta find somebody through her.

- I never heard of her any more.

I was told that, years later, she

met Frenchy again, near the border.

If you wanna believe what you hear,

there they might be now,

the two of them, snug and warm.

I don't know if it's true,

but it sounds romantic.

Frenchy ain't so snug.

A mail rider came through today.

In case you don't know, Frenchy was

locked up in Gunsight last Thursday.

The best I hope for him

is they hang him.

# Now the road that goes

to Chuck-A-Luck

# Leads to a western jail

# And behind the bars is an outlaw

who knows the Chuck-A-Luck trail

# There's crooked politicians in the

very next cell, safely locked away

# It's an angry town all closed down

to vote on election day

# But here's a man with a crazy plan,

a plan that will not wait

# He'll trick his way

inside that jail

# To reach his goal of hate,

murder and revenge! #

Got a padded cell?

Shooting up the town on election day!

With deputies roaming the streets!

How's the election?

- Law And Order's ahead.

Why ain't you at the polls?

I'm making sure this rat

don't turn those rats loose.

What do you think?

- I don't know.

Don't fret, gentlemen.

It won't be the first time

they've hung crooked politicians.

It'll only take a minute.

It's a clean way to die,

and as quiet as eating a banana.

You've got no right to keep us.

- Protect us!

Law And Order'll hang us;

that's their platform.

- Shut up!

Where d'you want him?

Not with them! They had to close the

saloons to throw them out of office!

That's what I was saying. You could

bribe them with a rusty nail.

You...!

- That's Frenchy Fairmont.

Rather be with him? Sure.

Give me an outlaw anytime. At least

he takes his chances in the open.

You are welcome, sir.

- Sheriff, we might cash in

our chips tonight.

How about some whiskey?

- You can't deny that, Mr Bullock.

There'll be no lynching while I'm

around, but send for three bottles.

What kind of Law And Order is this?

I get jailed for trying to buy

a drink. They have it delivered!

You're right. Our party stands for

everybody. Whiskey for all of 'em.

Sheriff...

Be sure it's my brand. Joe Gideon.

It'll take a little time.

In Wyoming, I heard that no jail

had ever seen Frenchy Fairmont.

I dropped by for some merchandise.

Some perfume.

Perfume?

- For a lady.

When I turned away, the storekeeper

hit me with an axe handle.

Are you from Wyoming?

- Yeah. Have you ever been in Wyoming?

No, I haven't. And I wouldn't be

surprised if I never will be.

Why not?

- If this election gets out

of hand, it may not be choosy.

If they take our friends here,

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