Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story Page #6

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Word is he's in the area.

Uh-huh.

I'd like you to check around.

I want you to bring him

to me.

Alive.

Alive?

He ain't killed nobody yet,

has he?

Not as far as we know.

Good.

Word has it he used to run

with a few local men

I'd like to see hanged.

I'm hoping he might be amenable

to helping me

ferret them out and take

them down.

You don't think taking up

with an outlaw might be

bad for business?

I'm talking to you,

aren't I?

We all have certain events

in our past

we might like to forget,

don't we, Marshall?

Now, Texas Jack,

he's made a point

of bloodless thievery.

As long as he doesn't kill

anyone, it'll be alright.

The public will forgive almost

anything outside of murder.

Ok, well, I guess you've got

your man, judge.

Come now, Marshall.

I don't think there was any

question that was the case.

Marshall?

What?

Alive.

I heard you the first time.

Son of a...

That's six in a row.

You dirty little pot-taker.

The lord has blessed me

on this cold evening.

The lord has blessed you

with a horseshoe up your ass.

Beg pardon.

Uh, no bartender?

He is taking a recess

for the evening.

I believe he's ill though

he'd never admit to it.

So who's the man to talk to

if they need a drink?

You leave your money

on the bar.

Five card draw is the game,

if such pass-times pose

any allure to you.

I find it to be a delightful

supplement to my living.

My name's Bart,

and if I may,

it is a pleasure.

Your presence here is a marked

improvement

over the company, ma'am.

You just got a compliment.

That's Bonnie.

I'm Woody.

You're Bart.

Who are you?

I'm gonna call you Suzie.

I'm just gonna take this bottle.

You don't mind, Suzie?

You um... you look familiar

to me.

We met before?

No.

I think I'd remember you,

on account of the eye.

No offense.

No offense taken.

You know, I can see a lot better

without my hat on, fellas.

I'm sure you don't mind.

I um... didn't always

have this patch.

I had a fine lookin' lady

when I lost my eye.

She was beautiful.

Had the ring and everything,

you know?

I used all my savings, picked

it out of a catalogue myself.

It- it was a weird ring, really.

It was- it had a snake eating

it's own tail.

Can you imagine that?

But she loved it, you know?

She loved that kind of stuff.

She was a fiery redhead.

Yeah, she was beautiful.

She had this hair all

the way down her back.

It was like a crimson sunset

on Christmas Eve.

But after I got this right here,

she said I changed.

She did.

She said that I had a temper,

i got angry all the time,

it was hard to be around me

and- well, heck, I couldn't

blame her none,

I didn't even want to be

around myself.

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