Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story Page #3

---

Never gonna

make it up there.

Oh, I'm goin'.

But they will kill you!

Then they'll just have

to kill me.

Nate, she's dead.

What?

I was afraid to tell you.

He killed her.

What are you talkin' about?

I saw her.

He shot her in the head,

Nate.

No, no.

Laura Lee, she's gone.

I don't believe you.

Accept that.

No, no.

I'm goin' upstairs.

We just killed two

us marshals.

We?

I ain't leavin' without her.

You alright?

Come on, go!

I'm not leaving without her!

Come on, go!

Hiyah!

Hold still now.

God damn!

Stop.

I don't expect to be jawing'

with you all night but...

Me and sid, we heard there's

some easy pickin's out west.

Jackson hole, maybe.

Yeah?

You're welcome to join us.

It's up to you.

She was a school teacher,

frank.

Taught little children.

Never...

Only wrong move she

ever made was marrying me.

Did she know about you?

Who you were?

Yeah.

And she stayed with me anyway.

I'm truly sorry.

I thought maybe things would

come back around someday

but I figured I'd be the one

doin' the dyin'.

Alright.

Let's take care of that thing.

We gotta get that out.

Give me the knife.

Oh, god.

Christ.

I gotta go see her, frank.

Where'd you go?

I just checked on Laura Lee.

And?

She's gone.

The ranch hand confirmed it.

Laid her down in front

of the house.

I'm sorry, Nate.

Sorry, Nate.

Frank bell.

You just about met your maker.

Near hell did, you trigger-happy

son of a b*tch.

Nathaniel Reed.

You ain't gone shy, have you?

Sid Dalton.

Glad to see you're above

the snakes, Nate.

You as well, sid.

Well, it's gonna take a lot more

than dying to kill sid Dalton.

Hey, I got somethin' special

here I think you're gonna like.

That's cider whiskey.

They call it apple Jack.

It was conceived, created,

and consumed here in Texas.

You been in that little town

this whole time?

I have.

Don't you get tired of bailing'

hay and totin' feed?

That fella with one eye,

that Nate shot?

The Marshall?

The one who killed Jake,

he killed Nate's wife,

too, back there.

That's the worst thing

i ever heard.

Frank says you might be

wanting to go back to work.

There's a us Marshall

after us, sid.

He's a bad hombre

and he aims to kill us.

We could churn butter in an

orphanage until he showed up

and it wouldn't matter.

He's gonna kill us anyway,

so we might as well work.

Make some money so

we can pay the devil.

Fair enough.

Things'll be alright, you're

amongst friends now, Nate.

I'm sorry about your wife.

Ok, so what're we gonna

start with?

Trains?

You thinkin' the pacific union?

It's always been good.

Dangerous.

Yeah.

No trains.

No trains?

No trains, no railroads.

What, then?

Ladies' handbags?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes