The Desperate Trail Page #5

That's a good idea.

Maybe you can be of some assistance.

- God knows how.

- What's that?

I said it's time to go now.

We supposed to sleep in this shithole?

Try the livery, if the horses will have you.

Speakes, I lay claim to that reward.

But they're here. I've seen them.

- Where?

- At the General Store.

I've seen them come out of the saloon

broad as daylight.

Katrin, give me Michael,

and get out of the wagon.

I've got to push the wheels back...

And I needn't be lifting

your behind as well.

Jacket's made of genuine India rubber.

Distracts the rain completely.

Wearing one of these...

Is like having a roof over your head.

Well, it's fine for folks too stupid

to get out of the rain.

- That's good.

- She'll take one.

So, what else you got here?

Take a look at some

of those Havana cigars.

Finest in the land.

Still in the Dry Goods.

Hollister, Will, across the street.

Frenchy, Clyde, over there.

Sanchez, inside.

Look at that. There.

Jesus Christ.

He'd had to ride all night to get here.

What is it between you two?

What're we gonna do?

Go over there and ask the nice gentleman

what kind of weapons he's got.

- Show me some of your weapons.

- Absolutely.

That there's a brand-new

Scattershot .44.

It's great for squirrel hunting.

Almost like making your

Winchester into a small bore shotgun.

- I'll take three boxes.

- How about a rifle?

I need two, actually.

You got the .44 carbine and .44-40?

44-40? Yes, indeed.

That 44-40 uses the same load

as a Colt pistol.

Makes life a whole lot easier.

Yeah. Why don't you show me

two of them Colts?

Two Colts.

Boy, you sure are gonna love

these little fellas.

Hey, you folks wouldn't happen to be

from back East now, would you?

- Boston.

- Boston.

Son of a gun. I knew it.

I'm from old New York myself.

Put her there.

Yeah, Boston.

Excuse me.

Boy, Boston.

Say, excuse me, is there anything wrong?

Not if you lie down

on the floor and shut up.

Yes, ma'am.

You don't have to tell me twice.

On your back, jughead.

Don't want you crawling off.

- At your service.

- How many of them you said you seen?

Six, maybe seven. Against two.

Against one, really.

You ain't worth sh*t in a fracas.

Why don't you just shoot some

of them for me?

What'll you be doing?

Like my fencing instructor used to say:

"Never underestimate the element

of surprise."

Let him have it!

Get out of there, God damn it!

Get off the street!

There's little children here.

Hollister, watch them people.

I got him.

I got him! I did it!

MY eyes.

Damn.

Come on, woman. Come on.

Speakes?

Speakes! Where are you, Speakes?

You done this to me.

Stop it, Hollister.

What about my eyes,

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