Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story Page #4

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I say we go back to doin'

what we know.

Stagecoaches.

You never know how many

guards gonna be on a train.

Could be a dozen.

A stagecoach, one,

maybe two.

And I think we can get maybe

four stagecoaches

in the time it takes us

to hit one train.

A lot less chance of gettin'

a load of buckshot

in your ass, too.

Well, fair enough.

You've convinced me.

And no killing.

No killing, frank bell.

I'll try.

These beans is ready.

Woah, woah, woah.

Lose 'em.

These two fellas to your left

are a lot more nervous

than I am,

so no sudden movements,

you hear me?

Frank, you keep an eye on

them while I look in the coach.

Look who's barkin' orders

now.

Hey, I'm captain of this ship.

You got a problem with that

I'll be on my way.

You got a problem?

No problem.

Do what I say.

Oh.

Ma'am.

No, sid.

Sid.

No.

Alright.

Now close your eyes

and count to 100.

Really, close your eyes.

I'll close 'em for ya.

That's good.

Keep countin'.

Stagecoaches instead of trains.

Here's to Nathaniel Reed.

Nathaniel Reed is dead.

Well, what're we supposed

to call you, then?

I say call him apple Jack.

Texas Jack.

Woah, now.

I like it.

Here's to Texas Jack.

Texas Jack.

Texas Jack.

Alright.

Shameless.

How's the flow?

There's some particularly fine

lookin' women up there

in St. augustine.

Like you'd know.

I do know.

Is that her?

Yeah.

Can I see?

She was a fine lookin' woman.

Get them horses saddled, frank.

Yes, sir.

I'm goin' into town to stock up.

Hey, no more beans.

No more beans.

You know, I've

been thinkin'...

No, frank, I don't.

I've been thinkin'

Nathaniel Reed's

been getting a little too big

for his britches.

Why would you say that?

Well, we're the ones down

here doin' all the work

and he's up there on his horse

barkin' orders.

Well, because of Reed you

know we got whiskey, money...

I don't mind takin' orders

from him.

Yeah, well... he's not as smart

as he thinks he is.

What do you know about smart?

Mmm.

I know a thing.

A thing or two.

Two might be pushin' it.

God dammit.

Apple cider whiskey.

Why don't you have

a little coffee?

They're comin' hard.

They're comin' hard?

Yeah.

I don't feel like chasing a

stagecoach today, do you?

No sir, I do not.

I'm gonna try something

different.

What do you got in mind?

Ok.

I don't like it.

You don't like anything.

Yeah.

You wanna tell us why you're

blocking our path, mister?

Just on my way to a funeral,

friend.

My- my brother got killed

and I got awful drunk

when I heard about it last night

and I got in a poker game and

i lost my horse and my gun.

I lost my coat.

I'm sorry to hear your trouble.

But you ain't answered

my question now, did you?

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