Shoot-Out at Medicine Bend Page #7

Miss Garrison?

Well, he was tall... and well dressed.

He had a black shirt... I can tell

you about the clothes he was wearing.

He got 'em right here.

A $40 dollar hat, a black beaver...

Rafe! The mayor

ain't interested in details.

The most important thing

is to post a reward, isn't it, Sam?

Uh, yes.

Well, all right.

As mayor of Medicine Bend,

I hereby proclaim

to offer a reward of... of...

- $500.

- Five hun-

Better make it a thousand.

$1,000 for the arrest

and conviction of the bandit,

or bandits,

responsible for the outrages

committed against the peace

That's enough, Sam.

We all got the idea.

Now, you fellas go back to work.

- Can you see anything?

- Nah.

It's as black in there

as the inside of a buffalo.

Gimme a knife. I'm gonna

whittle this crack a little wider.

Where'd that come from?

Out of my pocket. You sure you

ain't wearing somebody else's pants?

You know I'm wearing

somebody else's pants.

Uh-oh.

Where'd that come from?

And you said, 'They can search us. '

Yeah. Well, if they had,

we'd both be looking up a rope.

- You don't think the captain -

- Shh!

Gimme that hammer.

I'm gonna bust this lock.

Go on in. I'll keep watch.

- You find something?

- We just hit pay dirt.

All our uniforms are here.

Maitland?

Clegg? Where are you?

Was you calling me, Mr. Sanders?

Yeah. I want you to... How come

you said, 'Was YOU calling me?'

Well, it was you, wasn't it?

I thought all you Brethren

said 'thee' for you.

Oh, thee is right.

Sometimes we forget.

- How long have you been in the Brethren?

- Not very long.

Sack up four 50lb bags

of brown sugar and get them

on the loading platform.

Yes, sir.

Have you had any word about

that wagon train yet, Miss King?

- Our money arrived today.

- Nothing definite.

- But it should be here soon.

- I sure hope so.

Our party's getting jumpy,

just sitting around waiting.

- We oughta be in Montana by now.

- We'll let you know,

just as soon as

the new supplies arrive.

Thank you, Miss King.

- Sounds like you got robbed too, mister.

- Yeah, that's right.

How much did they take you for?

Every cent we had. Over $4,000.

We had to send back east

for more money to go on.

Same thing happened to my outfit.

Oh, I'd like to leave

this list of things we need, Miss.

When our money comes, I'll...

By the way, my name's Grainger.

We'll do our best

to fill your order, Mr. Grainger.

Thank you.

You can help me check these lists

against the things we have on order.

Yes, ma'am.

Four barrels of hard wheat

bolted flour.

What's bolted flour?

Flour that's sifted

through fine mesh cloth.

Oh.

Fifty flitches of bacon, lean.

Bacon, lean.

50 plates of sow bosom.

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