Tall Tale Page #5

We'll catch the ferry at Liberty City.

Home to every horse thief

and con artist in the territory!

Who will try his hand against the

latest miracle of modern technology?

l'm offering ten to one odds

that this new machine can drive

steel faster than anyone alive.

Now, come on! There's gotta be

someone here man enough to try!

You, sir? Come on! There's gotta be

someone man enough to try!

My name's John Henry.

And, mister, you got yourself a bet!

l'm offering 12 to one

the machine wins.

lt'd be a sucker's bet at 20 to one!

$100 even money says he whips

that gol' dang contraption!

Even money, Pecos?

You can do better than that!

That thingumajigger

looks like it means business.

We'll see.

- You ready?

- l'm missing my shaker.

- Can't drive steel without one.

- Who'll hold for this man?

And be squashed like a tin can

by his hammer?

There ain't nobody that dim-witted!

Somebody's gotta have the gumption!

You can forget about it!

Widowmaker!

- Pecos!

- Sorry, Dannel.

l gotta protect my investment!

That's a brave boy!

How about a round of applause

for this courageous young lad?

May the Lord have mercy on his soul!

Mister...

l can't do it.

You don't know what you can do

until you try. Come on.

Come on, boy.

Give this drill a shake and a turn

after each time l hit it.

- What if you miss it?

- l never miss.

- Leastwise, l haven't yet. Ready!

- Ready!

Come on!

Four-foot jumper, son.

Make it snappy!

Come on, John Henry!

Paul Bunyan! As l live and breathe!

Live and breathe later!

You got a race to win!

Time to get serious. Come on!

This 20-pound hammer

Shine like silver

Shine like silver

But it ring like gold...

Six-foot jumper, son. Go! Hurry!

Hurry, boy! Hurry!

- l can't do it!

- Come on!

- They're too far ahead!

- Come on!

Come on, son! Come on!

Get up, Dannel! Get up, boy!

The machine wins!

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you

for your time and your money!

- l'm sorry.

- You gave it your best shot.

lf you gave it your best shot,

you ain't got nothing to be sorry for.

Go ahead, Widowmaker, might as well

get your licks in, too!

Looks like the boy's been through here.

Hey! Look at this.

Somebody's finger.

Somebody's trigger finger.

My record was perfect before today.

Now you are forever tarnished

with ignominious defeat.

- Come on, fellas. He's just a kid.

- He's bad news, Bill. ln britches.

He ain't that...

- What is it?

- Sarsaparilla.

- To the Code.

- To the Code.

What do you know about the Code?

Plenty. My pa is always going on

about it.

Knowing about the Code

ain't the same as living by it.

Good enough.

To the Code of the West.

- Code of the North.

- The Code of the South.

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