Shoot Out Page #5

Why are we getting here, Jay?

You got to tell Sammy we cut out

for Mexico, to get our money, huh?

- Oh now, you're thinking for me?

- No, no!

I'm sure have a fine running cards.

It looks like the Nelsons had the same.

Indians!

What are you figuring, scout?

- Navajo or Apache?

- I don't know.

- Is it Indians?

- Worse.

Worse than Indians, Decky.

- That there is the smell of hard times.

- Are you funning me? - No.

There ain't nothing else smells that bad.

Let's fix us a campfire, so we

can make that stink go away.

Hey, you told me you could cook!

If you're pulling a gun,

I would tell you I could fly!

And you walking on water and

turning sticks into snakes!

You told me a lie.

- Yes. - Yes? Why?

- I told a lie.

Don't you think you ought

be punished for that?

Punished? One eye is swollen shut,

the other is smoke blind.

I'm too stiff to stand up

and I'm too sour to sit down.

- Plus I'm sun burned. How are you gonna punish me?

- Oh, there's ways.

Bobby Jay. Come let me rustle up

something to eat. That girl is a mess.

Well, that's true.

But I want her to cook.

And when I want someone to

do something, the do it.

- Now, you see anything?

- It seems Lomax is settling down for the night.

He got a nice fire going too.

How high you reckon

a man can flap a jack?

- Where did it go?

- A schooner bird, he stole it in mid-air.

That was my pancakes!

Schooner bird is the only one

thing that can eat and fly.

Maybe because they fly backwards.

- Backwards?

To keep the dust out of their eyes.

They live on flapjacks, chewing

tobacco and hard-rock candy!

- Damn you bird, bring it back!

- Cursing won't fetch nothing of them.

Here, you give me your plate. There's an

Apache magic trick that will get it again.

Now you keep it covered

and held tightly.

I will say the magical words.

- You got the hold tight? - Tight!

- Repeat after me.

- Hoki-Poki!

- Hoki-Poki!

- Dame Noki!

- Dame Noki!

- It didn't work.

- Of course it always works.

Did you look?

You swallow it down and get some sleep.

We've got places to go coming morning.

Can you ride a horse?

- I'm doing that now?

- No, I mean by yourself.

Of course. They'd always let me ride...

- ...when I get to the livery stable.

- The livery stable?

- What kind of job did you hold out?

- I cleaned up the stables.

What did they pay you for that?

I told you!

They let me ride the horses.

Well, if I'm gonna drag you all the way

to Gun Hill, what you need is a pony.

We'll cut out that little one.

- That's stealing!

- They're wild horses, they don't belong to nobody.

At the next ranch we come to, I'm gonna

swap that little coat for a saddle.

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