Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story Page #5

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Well, I'm hoping maybe I can

catch a ride with you fellas.

I'm sorry, can't do that.

Company policy,

no- no passengers.

I'm not gonna argue with you

about that.

Could I ask you, maybe you

got a blanket or something?

Help a fella out a little?

You said you're going to bury

your brother?

That's right.

How did he die?

Well, sir, he was defendin'

a lady's honor.

So they say.

It's the least we can do.

Awful kind of you.

May still have some extra

blankets in the boot.

Have a looksee,

give him what we got.

Awful kind of you.

Don't mention it.

Appreciate it.

Y'all seem to be in an awful

big hurry.

Shh.

Mr. katchem, how comes it?

Hey.

I'm gonna have to ask you

to put the scatter gun down.

I'd do what he says.

The last fella, he got shot

in the eye.

Hand it over.

That's a good boy.

You got him?

Yep.

Hiyah!

What's your name, friend?

Ben weathersby.

Well, listen, Ben.

There's a safe in that coach

and I need you to give me

the combination to it.

There is?

Oh yeah, there is.

What's the combination to it?

Well, you think they're gonna

give me the combination?

My partner back there

has a pistol pointed at

Mr. katchem's head.

That son of a b*tch has

an itchy trigger finger.

Drop it!

What the hell?

Jesus Christ.

Just take it easy.

Everything's easy, weathersby.

What the hell, frank?

He pulled on me,

didn't leave me no choice.

I'm not sure

where it came from.

Go 'round front and get the

combination and open the safe.

Go!

Son of a b*tch.

What'd you do, frank?

How'd this happen?

Frank said he pulled

a derringer.

Everybody thinks they're

doc holiday.

Frank's gonna get us hung.

Yeah.

We don't need this.

I said no killing!

He was a goddamn witness.

Look, you might not know but

i don't answer to you, alright?

You wanna declare yourself

the king?

I need a better man down,

goddammit.

Did you get the combination?

Yeah.

Well, what's the combination?

6-23-60.

Why?

In case you forget it.

How the hell am i

gonna forget it?

Son of a b*tch.

God.

Damn.

That's gonna leave a mark.

I hear you collared

ansell pickett yesterday.

Just delivered.

Dead or alive?

First way.

Well, a dead outlaw

is an outlaw who cannot

burden my courtroom.

Yeah.

What're your plans

for the future?

Don't have any.

Grab that wanted poster

on the desk there.

I could use some of your grit.

There's something

I've been chewin' on.

Yeah, what?

You heard of this fella

they call Texas Jack?

I have.

What do you think?

It's not my business

to think about outlaws.

Humour me.

Well, he robs stagecoaches,

a lot of 'em,

and he drinks this horse piss

liquor called apple Jack.

Can't stand the stuff myself.

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