Tall in the Saddle Page #3
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- 1944
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His friends, eh?
What happened this time?
- Bumped his head.
- Where? On Iron Mountain?
Where's the best chance of a cheap room?
Cap's place across the street,
the Sunup Saloon.
- Saloon?
- Saloon.
- Where's the hotel?
- Up the street a piece, lady.
Are we expected to carry our bags
this time of night?
- Do you want to drive them on up?
- Nope.
I'll pick up my saddle tomorrow.
Well?
Hey, Doc, customer.
Take my hand, Shorty.
What happened here?
- Bumped his head.
- So I see.
Looks like he's going to need
a couple or so stitches.
You better get him up to a room.
I'll get a key.
- Book me for one, too.
- I'll help you with him.
He'll be all right.
- Don't mind if I do.
- Come along.
- Will he make it?
- Sure he'll make it.
You can't kill off an old jug-wallow
like Dave that easy.
You're right.
I reckon Saint Peter's getting
mighty weary...
dusting off that doormat for him.
- What'll you have?
- Whisky.
Same.
- By the way, how'd you say it happened?
- I didn't.
That's right. You didn't.
The reason I ask,
there were a couple of fellas in here...
that said that Dave was kicking up
quite a ruckus up at Stan's place.
Sheriff Jackson it was, and Bob Clews.
Tough customers, those Clews boys.
It don't pay to start nothing with them
you don't intend to finish.
No.
Say, Doc, they tell me
George is getting out again.
Yes! That's Bob Clews' brother.
Just did a stretch in the penitentiary
for horse stealing.
They string them up for that
where I come from.
Too bad they didn't string Clews up
while they were about it.
- Here's how.
- Mud.
That's a good hand.
What did I tell you?
They got to be big to beat me.
Clint Harolday's luck is good tonight, huh?
They're certainly running for him.
It's about time.
He's taken a beating this last week
that would shake a better man.
Include me out.
- Come on. Can't you take it?
- Not with that kind of luck, I can't.
Besides, I only sat in to oblige.
Come on, Doc.
I still got to take something from you.
No more tonight, son.
How about you, sir? Care to sit in?
I must warn you
is holding phenomenal cards.
- Don't mind if I do.
- That's fine.
- This is Pat Fosler.
- How are you?
- Ab Jenkins.
- How are you?
Shorty Davis, and Clint Harolday.
My name is Garvey. Judge Garvey, sir.
I don't believe I got yours.
- Rocklin.
- How do you do, sir? Please sit down.
Anybody got any change?
You won't need any change
in this game, mister.
- I'll let you have some, sir.
- Deal, Ab.
I'm up.
Your bet.
It's open for $3.
- I'm out.
- Raise you $20.
- I'm out.
- Beats me.
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