Red Garters Page #4

Maybe you are right.

It seems I can still hear it, too.

-I got to go now.

-Where you going?

I wouldn't try to follow her

if I were you, stranger.

Why, that's just plain silly.

If you were me, mister, you'd do

just what I'm gonna do. Follow her.

I'm warning you. Keep away from Susana.

Unless you've got a better argument

than you've produced so far, Carberry...

-you'd better stand aside.

-All right, stranger, you asked for it.

You seem to be having trouble

finding your six-gun, mister.

Like to use mine?

Congratulations.

That's the fastest draw I ever saw.

But I'm still warning you.

Keep away from my ward.

-Your ward?

-That's right, my ward.

She was orphaned as a child...

and since then I've been

her legal guardian and protector.

I sure am glad

you didn't make me kill you, Carberry.

She never would have forgiven me.

Then you admit I got a right to find out

what your interest in Susana is.

Interest! Why, man, it's a darn sight more

than just plain interest.

I've been in love with that gal

for the best two hours of my life.

-And I darn near killed you.

-Yeah.

Boy.

You see, Susana's led

a very sheltered existence.

She was brought up to be a lady.

A species of female

which I doubt seriously...

you've ever encountered

in any great numbers before.

That's right.

So, as her guardian, stranger...

what would you do if some brawling,

uncurried, gun-slinging saddle-tramp...

came to town

and tried to promote an affair...

which might wreck her life

and break her heart?

Why, I'd kill the son of a gun.

Looks like we've reached an agreement.

Looks like.

-Congratulations, my friend.

-For what?

-Congratulations, my friend.

-For what?

You are one of the only two men now

living who ever outdrew Jason Carberry.

I have the honor to be the other one.

I am Rafael Moreno, at your service.

Glad to know you.

What was Carberry's reason

for trying to shoot you?

Senor, I had wished only to congratulate

you on your success with Carberry...

not to discuss personal matters, amigo.

If I remember, Rafael, I didn't ask you

to discuss anything with me.

Might be you wouldn't

talk so tall, stranger...

if you knew

who this Rafael Moreno really is.

He can shoot the eye out

of a ground squirrel at 50 yards...

and have his gun back

in the holster before it stumbles.

On top of that, he is the greatest barroom

fighter in these here parts...

and I got money which says you don't

belong in the same saloon with him.

Hey, let's get up to the saloon.

Ain't no time for that,

you might change your minds.

Come on, let's do it here, right now!

Get ourselves a toe line made here. Yes, sir.

Are the contestants ready?

All right, come up to toe.

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