The Desperate Trail Page #4

I've a mind to squirm in.

Why don't you shut your filthy mouth?

Why don't you get the hell out of here...

So your husband can lose in peace?

Why don't you try and make me?

Dear, we don't wanna ruin the game here.

It's going really well.

I believe I will try and make you.

Hold on!

What the hell you got under there?

Why, you cheating son of a b*tch.

Excuse me, ma'am. What happened here?

- They was cheating.

- All of them?

All of them. Ain't that right?

Right as rain, ma'am.

All right.

Go on, sweetheart. Gather up your money

and let's get out of here.

Thank you. It was nice playing.

You, too, my friend.

- Who's there?

-It's me. Your partner.

Well, ain't you fancy.

You don't think it looks good?

You worry about the way you look

more than most girls I know.

Is that how you're spending my money?

It's our money.

Besides, it's an investment.

And, I got you a little something, too.

What is it?

Why don't you shake it up and see?

It's a sort of start for your cattle ranch.

Like it?

Thanks.

So what do you need money so bad for?

You said you're a farmer?

Well, I am. Or I'm gonna be.

In the meantime,

you just rob people, right?

Sometimes you gotta do

some wrong to do some good.

Yeah? What the hell did you ever do

that was so good?

You don't know me.

Maybe I've done a lot of good.

If you're feeling so guilty,

maybe you ought to...

Go out and find that Marshall

friend of yours...

And get yourself hung.

What do you think you're doing?

My experience with safes

in the last few days...

Have led me to doubt their efficacy.

- Cut the professor talk.

- Safes ain't safe.

- Yes. So why do you get to carry it?

Because I got the duster.

Look, a partnership is based on

mutual respect and a sense of trust.

Well, I trust you, Jack.

I'll just take my share now.

- Oh, Jesus God, woman.

- Now.

- All right.

- Come on.

All right. Here you go.

Better put it someplace safe.

Like where, Mr. Mastermind?

You might try your bloomers.

Nothing else will be getting

in anytime soon.

Nothing of yours, anyway.

So who's them boys in the daguerreotype?

Just mind your own

business and I'll mind mine, okay?

Don't have to piss your britches.

I'm trying to make company.

God, you're so rude.

Okay. it's myself and my brother,

if you must know.

Yeah?

And where's that poor soul-suffering fella?

He's dead.

Feel better now?

We were boys...

And we were playing back East. And

he dove in front of a wagon to save me.

He was a brilliant boy.

He was a brilliant scholar.

He was gifted in the natural sciences.

I couldn't hold a candle to him.

I'm really sorry.

If you need me, I'll be downstairs

laying in supplies.

I'll go with you.

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