Tall Tale Page #3

Whoa, Widowmaker. Easy, son.

Widowmaker's kinda particular about

folks taking liberties with him.

Last man who tried that,

Widowmaker kicked him so hard

he ended up halfway to the moon.

Name of Lanky Hank.

He bounced up and down

for a month of Sundays until finally

l just had to shoot him down

so he could have a proper burial.

The moon's thousands of miles away.

A man could never bounce that high.

You sure do know a lot

for a half-growed piglet.

ln plain English, stay away

from the horse or he'll kill you.

- l'll try to remember that.

- See that you do.

Kinda makes it all worthwhile,

don't it?

- l ain't going to Mexico.

- Who said anything about Mexico?

We're headed north.

- Paradise Valley?

- You got business to settle.

But why? Why would

you go out of your way for me?

Are you coming or ain't you?

Hackett's farm, right smack

in the middle of everything!

Without that deed,

l won't have a bucket to spit in.

Well?

Hackett's kid's disappeared.

And the deed with him.

ln other words, you let him get away?

Me?

No. The kid got hold of a boat

and he slipped down south.

l want that kid!

l ain't looking for a fight with Stiles.

l just wanna get home.

Sometimes a fight comes looking for you.

Finds you, too,

no matter where you hide.

lt would be 100 to one.

Nobody can win against those odds.

100 to one?

Job like this calls for a big man -

Mr Paul Bunyan.

Paul Bunyan? Yeah, right!

Bunyan?

- Never heard of him.

- That's 'cause he don't exist!

You ain't heard of Paul Bunyan,

the greatest logger of 'em all?

No.

Come on. Let's haul freight

out of this manure wagon.

Come here!

l hear that you're looking for Big Paul?

- You know Paul Bunyan?

- Know him? By cracky, yeah!

l've flipped more flapjacks

and slung more hash

than you can shake a fist at,

trying to fill the belly of that fella!

- l never could, you know?

- Do you know where he might be?

Paul pulled up stakes when

the first machinery moved in here.

The last l heard, he'd settled

in the Great Redwood Forest.

Well, l'm much obliged to you,

old fella.

Appreciate it.

- Thank you, sir.

- Good luck to you.

He's just an old geezer.

What does he know?

More than you.

Howdy.

We'll take that deed, kid!

Pecos!

- Pecos!

- Hang on, Dannel!

Help!

Pecos!

Let's go, kid. This way.

We gotta get you out of here.

All right now, come on out.

Attaboy, Widowmaker!

Get the hell outta here!

Go down the pipe and keep going.

Say hi to Big Paul, and good luck!

- Get back here, kid!

- What are you waiting for? Jump!

What l can't understand is

how did they know we was coming?

- Maybe the telegraph.

- The what?

They're strings of wire which allow

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