The Far Side of Jericho Page #3

You afraid?

No, just careful, sir. And hungry.

How hungry are you?

Oh, hungry enough for

anything you had in mind.

I own all the claims

up to the ridge.

I thought the creek

was played out.

So did everybody else.

But when they bring those

hydra miners in form California,

they'll find

the real gold.

And I bought up

all the claims.

Trouble is, I haven't

registered them yet.

I've got more money

tied up on those claims

than all the rest of the

money they stole from the bank.

I want half.

Fifteen per cent.

J ust because

I could use a partner.

Not enough, unless you

wanna come along with us.

All right. Twenty-five per cent.

For being a

smart boy, Sheriff.

I'll be your partner.

But I want the cash

off the top.

Deal.

Everybody out. You, too. Go out.

Get out.

Go on.

Let us in,

you f***in' whores!

They're comin'.

Give us the money,

you b*tches!

Hey.

Damn!

Don't shoot!

Please, don't shoot.

There they are!

Come on!

Get back.

Get back!

We can't hold these guys off forever.

What are they doing here? Where's Charlie?

Ran off back

down the road!

Faster than a duck

on a J une bug.

We gotta get

outta here!

But my riding

dress is filthy.

Go, Claire.

Just go!

Oh.

Come on, Claire.

They're comin'!

H urry up!

Move it, Claire!

We gotta go!

Yee-ah.

Let's ride!

It's ours, boys.

It's all ours!

They went tha...

What a bunch

of idiots.

Those are the only

idiots we got, boss.

Go in there.

Organize 'em. Go.

Come on, boys! $200 each

if we bring 'em in alive.

Come on!

I think we can lose 'em in

the breaks. At least for now.

Pull up here

at the Glory Hole.

Rest in peace,

you a**holes.

And you, too, my sweet

chubby little darling.

Save their coffins,

companeros.

We can use it

for later.

Bodies must've

settled in the dust.

J ust the wind.

Drink, jefe?

Si.

It's tequila you boys

will be wantin'.

But you'll have to make do with mescal.

Kentucky whiskey,

barkeep.

One for my men,

one for me,

and one for the

Lord God of Mercy.

You want

a double?

No glasses?

You gentlemen

passing through?

Who the hell ever comes here

who isn't passing through?

Glasses are for

regular patrons.

Keep the jug.

He's got a sawed-off

greener under there, jefe.

So what now?

The women.

By the grace of God we'll

know all their hiding holes.

We'll take

the cash,

and then perhaps we'll have

an intimate prayer meeting

with the lovely

widows.

Peel their hides.

'Til they speak

God's sacred truth.

So what now?

Dutchman's Flats is no good for us anymore.

But damn it,

they're not gonna take my ranch.

Our ranch.

This thing's

not over.

The ranch was always over. I'm done.

Frank and I coulda made it work.

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