Scorched Earth Page #3

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Well, thing is, I

don't know who you are

or that that was

your lady, how was I

supposed to know that

my exit would have such

an impact on your fragile ego?

My name is Thomas Jackson.

This is my town.

Congratulations.

Have a drink with

me, Miss Chavo.

Come on, just one drink--

Single malt.

I'm not in the habit of

owing anyone any favors.

Oh, there's no

obligation, I promise.

Simply join me for

a nice civil chat.

We may find that conversation

mutually beneficial.

All right, Let's see what

you have to say, Mr. Jenson.

That's Jackson.

Meh.

Are you a gambler, Ms. Chavo?

Isn't everyone?

Now please don't

take offense to this,

but do you have

anything worth betting?

300 tabs enough?

That'll do.

You don't mind

if I deal, do you?

Is there another option?

No.

Have a seat, Mr. Lear.

This'll take a moment.

So what brings you to

our little metropolis?

I heard bounty hunters

weren't welcome here.

I'm sure you saw the gates.

Territory and Authority

overreach stops right there.

People have to earn

their place here.

So what would you say

is your best asset?

Raise.

I'm a good listener.

Call.

Is that so?

I am very aware of your

exploits, Ms. Chavo--

Living in the wasteland,

raiding pilgrims

who were unlucky enough to

get caught up in your web.

I mean, hell, there

are 12 dead last month.

There are not a lot of people

to go around these days.

I have my reasons.

Raise.

I have big plans for

Defiance, and anyone

who comes here to work for me.

You're a good salesman, Mr.

Jackson, but I'm not buying.

Sometimes it's good to

admit when you've been beat.

All in.

Ah, that's how

you want to play it.

Ooh.

Well, would you look at that.

What a deal.

I could really use

someone like you.

Like I said, just

passing through.

It's too bad.

You'd really fit in around here.

As you can see, Mr.

Lear, I'm a little busy.

You want to see this.

Excuse me, Ms. Chavo,

apparently there's

an urgent matter

I must attend to.

Anything Ms. Chavo

wants is on the house.

Please find her a nice,

clean room for the night.

This way, ma'am.

A message from the

Territorial Authority

tells us that Tom

Jackson and his men

are expanding their raids

into nearby settlements

and fortifying Defiance.

We are one of the closest towns.

It is only a matter of time

before he ends up here.

So we need to stop him

before this happens.

It is our duty to

protect our territory.

I need volunteers to come

with me to take him in.

What about the reward?

I hear there's a heavy reward.

Bringing these men to

justice is its own reward,

wouldn't you say, Doc?

No, I wouldn't.

Who's in?

Good, grab whatever

gear you need.

You know, even when

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