Sunset in the West Page #3

You better come along with us, too, Foy.

We'll go in separately,

so if they see us,

they won't get suspicious.

Take it easy, Sherlock. Take it easy.

Muy bueno los taritos, eh Seor?

Diez centavos, por favor.

Can't you read?

Tepo de Sheriff?

Oh, Si, Si, Seor.

Hey! Hora vey as de cuan dinado.

Hey, wait a minute!

- He's a deputy, too!

- Es deputy, too?

Well, why don't you tell

me these things? Ok!

Hey, what's going on here?

Dangerous business.

- You want to help?

- Yeah, sure.

Here, hold him.

Sherlock, you hold that.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah.

Just like taking candy away from a baby.

Well, let's split it here.

Look at those two guys

cutting up all that money.

Probably robbed a bank.

They must be the two.

- Hey, Chief?

- Yeah?

Your slip's showing.

Oh, drop in for a little

excitement, Sheriff?

Yeah, it looks like it.

A hundred for me and 50 for you.

Yeah, that's alright, but remember...

I win the championship back tomorrow night.

Oh, that's ok.

Where'd you get all that money?

We got paid, see?

For wrestling.

You mean you held up a bank.

You're under arrest!

Get your hands off me

or I'll punch you right in the nose.

Oh yeah?

Just a minute.

Por Que pasa?

Sherlock, come back here!

Please be careful of my china!

Horatio, they're breaking up the joint!

What? You again?

Hey, Chief!

Chief!

Those guys, they're wrestlers!

They are not fighters!

- Wrestlers?

- You know?

Stand back.

So, you want to wrestle, huh?

Help!

Easy, boy.

C'mon, fella.

Sherlock!

Take it easy with him, Tad.

He's hurt pretty badly.

Dixie.

Run and get the veterinarian.

- Tell him to hurry.

- Yeah sure, Roy.

Are you responsible for this!

Now, look, I ain't done nothing.

You got nothing to hold me on.

Nothing except shooting at me

and trying to kill Sherlock.

He and his partner

slipped out of the cantina

when the fight was going on.

Got nothing to hold you on, huh?

What are you running from?

I just don't like trouble, that's all.

We'll find out who you are.

Where you came from.

He may have something to do

with these train wrecks.

If that dog dies, you

better hide these keys.

Keep me from busting into his cell.

Say. Tad?

When you found that train...

did you pick up anything that

might help solve these murders?

Not a thing.

Just a lot of spilt milk

and produce thrown all around.

They must've unloaded the produce

to make room for something else.

But, Roy, the cars were all

empty when we found the

wreckage at the end of the

other end of the line.

Mr. Rogers?

Yeah?

I came over to tell you we were

ready to pick up your cattle.

The train will be down at the

loading pins in a couple of hours.

All right. I'll round up my boys and

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