The Far Side of Jericho Page #5

You gave up.

Maxine was up there like a

goddamn witch with her rifle.

What about

that damned frog?

He could take a round if

it didn't mess up his shirt.

Yeah, but not between the

eyes. He ain't so stupid.

Andre likes his gunfights at long distance.

You need me, boss?

You're comin' along

tomorrow, Frenchy.

I'm gonna go

after them again.

I'm going, too.

I wanna be there when you

hold their feet in the fire.

I've been a man

hunter all my life.

I guess huntin' women

won't be any different.

Girls, I think I might

be losing my mind.

Jesus, honey, you're as white as a ghost.

I damn near peed on a

sidewinder a while back.

Was it good

for him?

What about tomorrow?

Well, just over the ridge

there's a day's easy riding.

Plains of St. J ude.

Then we'll be

in the Badlands.

Hell, nobody'll follow

us down into that mess.

So, it's cold coffee, hard tack,

and out of here way before sunrise.

Maybe after we lose 'em in

the breaks, we can go home.

You and that

goddamned ranch.

I have no intention of ever

returning to that sh*t hole.

I don't know, Maxine. J ust

remind me of Little Jemmy.

Break my heart every

time I walk out that door.

Whatever.

We have to get away from the posse.

If they catch us, they'll hang us

over a slow fire until our brains boil.

Like the Apache.

You're the only one who

can get us out of this.

Claire, if you can stay sober

enough to ride, we'll be okay.

I'd crawl a mile

to spot that conejo.

Cash.

What are you

doing here, Cash?

Maybe it was your

tears, sweetheart.

I wasn't crying for you.

I was crying for Bridget.

I saw what you did to her.

And so did Little Jemmy,

but he was always too

scared of ya to do anything.

You're a

real bastard!

If you would've kept your face out

of the bottle and the goddamn books.

I woulda died.

I shoulda blown your head off.

What?

What do you want?

I'll tell you what I want

when the right time comes.

H uh. I can't tell you how

much I love the great outdoors.

What happened?

Talking to yourself out there?

I ran into Cash.

Or his ghost.

Or maybe the remains of one

of his farts, I don't know.

I saw Little Jemmy.

Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you people?

Well, you tell us what's right then, dearie.

We know

what we saw.

You ain't seen Frank?

No, but I think I saw his daddy's

buffalo rifle that he always carried.

Maybe that's

a ghost.

Well, there you go.

There you go.

Jesus.

Maxine.

Wait up a minute.

Haven't we gone

far enough?

Okay.

They're two days

behind you.

And probably

out of whiskey.

J ust keep ridin' west into

the sunset and you'll be okay.

I'm going back.

I have to.

I may be a drunk but I

own one third of that ranch

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