The Comancheros Page #7

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You need me as much as I need you, Crow.

Give that some thought.

Self-defence, McBain.

My name ain't McBain,

and you're under arrest.

Thanks for not giving me away, but...

he's dead now. It doesn't matter.

- How do you know you killed him?

- There wasn't time not to. On your feet!

Give me that peashooter.

Unlock 'em.

I know you know how

to handle one of these.

Dig.

- Dig what?

- A hole.

Don't worry. It's for

takin' somethin' out.

You haven't asked why

I use the name McBain.

Well, you're still a ranger,

so you were working undercover.

Maybe you think you'd have been better

off if you'd have just told Crow who I was.

Maybe.

Be glad you didn't. Then

I'd have killed you both.

Well, he made that easier than I would.

Yeah. He was fast.

Fairly.

Fill that up again.

What for?

You wouldn't want someone to fall in

there and break their neck, would ya?

Fill it up.

# Oh, the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing

# On pretty Red Wing

Well, it's not the

moon shinin' out here.

It's the sun and it's

hot. It's real hot.

Not back here. It's real cool.

Too bad there's not room for both of us.

If you'll permit me a statement.

This is very uncivilised.

Well, now, Monsewer,

that's something nobody

ever accused me of - being civilised.

Especially people who

bend shovels over my head.

I presume you won't

take my word of honour

that I would behave if you

permit me back in the wagon.

You presume right.

# Oh, the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing

# On pretty Red Wing

# Da da da-da da

McLain! Have the men roll up

their blankets and saddle up.

We move out in ten minutes.

- Hello, Jake!

- Hello, Bender.

Whoa!

- Hi, Tobe.

- Captain Jake.

- Carson.

- Hi, Jake.

- What's all the ruckus about?

- About 200 Comanches on the Upper Brazos.

Ow!

Major Henry has a patrol

out warning the ranchers.

- That thing hasn't healed up yet?

- Partly.

- It'll be all right.

- You can take it.

Who's that?

Monsewer, you haven't got

the sense of ajack rabbit.

Letting hot horses drink. Keep 'em away

from the water till they've cooled out.

- Don't you know anything about horses?

- I know enough about horses.

When I want one I call a groom. When

I'm done, I call a groom to take him

and the groom says

"Yes, sir, Mr Regret."

- That's all I wanna know about horses.

- You better cool off a little yourself.

I'm gonna let you founder if

you want to, but not the horses.

Watch him.

- Hello, Bub.

- Hi, Mr Jake.

- Major.

- Hello, Jake.

I'm surprised to see

you. Who's your prisoner?

That's the fella that

escaped. The $300-suit fella.

- Uh-huh. How did you wind up with

him? - It's a long story, Major.

- Can we get in the shade?

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