San Antonio Page #3

San Antonio stage for Clay Hardin.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I saw him do it myself.

Don't worry. I'll take care of that.

You'd better do something.

This stage never runs

without a shotgun guard, you know that.

Clay's name is down

and the company's gotta take him.

I don't gotta ride shotgun.

There's enough graveyard bait

in the strongbox without Clay.

And I've got kids to support.

I didn't think them things

was jackrabbits.

Maybe you wanna holler for the Army.

- The company reserves the right...

- I'll ride shotgun myself.

There's my bond.

San Antonio stage, get aboard.

It will roll without me.

I'm too young and good-looking

for a one-way trip.

I can't do nothing. I just work here.

Even money, gents. Even money

against Clay Hardin, and lucky to get it.

I don't see him.

What's the matter, is he afraid to show?

Maybe he invisible-ized himself.

Clay ain't here. He's changed his mind.

That's what he wants us to think.

He's circled the town already.

The stage will pick him up.

We might outrun the stage

and wait at Cotulla.

Get into that coach.

You can get Clay easy

when he comes out of the brush.

I'll tail the stage,

and as you fire, I'll get Charlie Bell.

- What about my saddle?

- Move, or you won't need it anymore.

Here she rips.

Anybody change their mind?

I'm going along.

I'll settle my ticket later.

Right.

- Go ahead, Charlie.

- Hyah, hyah, hyah!

[DRIVER SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

DRIVER:

Whoa!

Yippee! Yippee!

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKING IN MOCK SPANISH]

[WOMEN GASP]

[SIGHS]

Well, hello.

Move over, honey.

Now, now, after all, Don Quickshot,

the show doesn't start till after supper.

Oh, we're gonna have supper too?

Would you like to land on your head

or get out peaceably?

Sorry, but I've planned on this

ever since you left Monterey.

I don't like the society

in those public coaches, do you?

If I scream, a man

will come down here with a shotgun.

And I'm going to scream.

- Now, wait, Henrietta.

- Let her go ahead.

I'll help you.

[HIGH-PITCHED YELP]

BOZIE:

Look, look, look!

There goes an empty horse.

This is really for your own protection.

I'm sorry. We've heard that one.

No, on the level.

- There's a desperate character loose.

- And his name is Clay Hardin.

This is monotonous.

Why doesn't one of you Texans

bring out a new lie?

One that will astound people.

Honestly now, wouldn't you like

to be protected?

Just a little, on one side, huh?

Is it a Western custom

to push yourself in on other people?

Yes, ma'am.

That's how the West was settled.

We're not Indians.

Go on, get out of here, scat.

You know, I saw a poster of you

down Mexico way...

...and it didn't half do you justice.

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