Silver River Page #4

Hey. You ever

play poker?

Poker? I said

all kinds of games.

"And I do, therefore,

transfer to said Mike McComb

"all my wagons and

freighting equipment

in payment of the said

sporting obligation. "

I think that'll do it.

Put your John hancock

here, sam.

I shoulda stuck

to horseshoes.

Well, so long,

mister.

No. Wait a minute, sam. You're

still my wagon boss, aren't you?

Yeah.

Well, how about getting that

Moore stuff off my wagons, huh?

Mike, how can you do that?

Do what?

Take those wagons away

from mrs. Moore?

She needs 'em.

Pistol...

allow me to

explain something

that may be a guide

to you in the future.

From now on, I am

interested only

in the needs of one

Michael j. Mccomb.

Have it your own way.

I will.

She's got an awful temper.

I wouldn't want

to tangle with her.

That's where you and i

are different, pal.

Hey, what are you doing loading

McComb's freight on my wagons?

These are our wagons

now, lady.

Where's slade?

He's over there

on the dock.

Get in your wagons.

Have you gone crazy,

sam slade?

Maybe, yeah.

I ain't sure yet.

Why are you doing all this?

Well, if it's all the same

to you, mrs. Moore,

i held a bad hand

last night.

I'm doing what the new owner

of this wagon outfit ordered.

What new owner?

You're lookin'

right at him.

All right, sam,

get 'em rolling.

Can I be of

any service, ma'am?

You cheap, double-crossing

tinhorn gambler.

I'll have you strung up

for stealing my outfit.

Why now, mrs. Moore,

don't scare me like that.

If you want to do business

with me, talk nice and sweet.

But I've got to get this machinery to

silver city. My husband's expecting it.

Then I'll be very glad

to do your husband a favor

and bring his little

wife home to him.

With the machinery?

With love and kisses,

but no machinery.

I've got no room. You

want a ride or don't ya?

No, thank you.

Maybe you're not so

anxious to get home, huh?

Not if I have

to go with you.

Now that kind of flattery will

get you nowhere, mrs. Moore.

Well, if you're not

going to ride with me,

there's a stagecoach

leaving in about a week.

Adios.

We're about to pass

your wagons, mrs. Moore.

We'll be in silver city first.

Might even organize a little

reception committee.

I have no further

interest in mr. Mccomb.

Mr. Mccomb. Certainly

glad to see you again.

We're having a

little trouble here.

So I see.

I know you've

got quite a load,

but if you could take

us into silver city,

I'd consider it

a great favor.

Why, mrs. Moore.

Having

a pleasant journey?

Can you take us?

You bet.

How much is this

gonna cost us, McComb?

Aw, mr. Sweeney, it's not

gonna cost you a nickel.

You're staying right here.

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