Rio Lobo Page #6

You know the Sheriff of Rio Lobo

and you know he won't ask you.

I know.

The man who committed the murder

was one of his deputies.

I'm sorry, miss.

Well, so am I. I just thought...

So am I!

- Who is the Sheriff of Rio Lobo?

- Tom Hendricks.

- Blue Tom?

- That's right. Ever run into him?

I chased him enough,

but I never got lucky.

- How about that drink?

- I'm out.

As usual. I'll buy you one.

Town's growing up, Pat.

- Morning, Hank.

- Morning. Can I help you?

I'd like you to meet my friend

Cord McNally.

- Glad to meet you.

- Thank you.

- I'm looking for a Pierre Cordona.

- Room 19.

- Key's gone.

- He's up there all right.

Just a minute.

He left a message about something.

He'll shoot anybody who wakes him up

unless the building is on fire.

He gave me two dollars

to see that nobody started a fire.

Two dollars will buy

a lot of sleep around here.

- I guess we can wait.

- How about that drink?

And remember, you're buying.

- Hello, Jane.

- Hello, Sheriff.

Sit down. Give us a bottle, Jim.

Little Miss Busybody.

She'll either be in the jail or the hotel.

Chuck, take a look in the jail.

- Nobody in the jail, Whitey.

- All right.

George, you go around the back.

Come in that way.

You two come with me.

Pat.

Well, young lady.

You gave us quite a chase.

Sheriff, this is the man that I wanted

you to arrest. He's the murderer.

That may give the Sheriff

the wrong idea about me.

It was self-defence.

He tried to knife me.

That's a lie!

Hold on, I can handle this.

What exactly is your business here?

Name's Carter. Whitey Carter.

I'm a deputy from Rio Lobo.

As to my business,

I came lookin' for her. She's wanted.

What for?

She and the old man she lived with

ran one of them medicine shows.

You know, snake oil, crooked

shell games, pick a few pockets...

That's another lie. I didn't do anything.

Sheriff in Rio Lobo just wants to talk

to her, so I'll take her along with us.

Just a minute. I'm the Sheriff

of Blackthorne. I want to see a warrant.

- A warrant?

- For the young lady's arrest.

I never thought about that.

Without a warrant,

you're not taking anybody.

I got a warrant right here, Sheriff.

Satisfied, Sheriff?

Now, drop your gun and go sit down.

All right, everyone stand still.

No one gets hurt.

Come on.

Look out!

- Did they hit you, Pat?

- No, I did it myself when I hit the floor.

You're getting too old.

Hello, Captain.

I'm glad you joined us when you did.

I heard the racket and knew it was you.

How did it start?

This young lady here

shot that white-haired man.

- She really didn't want to go with him!

- Can you blame her?

This was one

of the fellas you were hunting.

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