The Gunfighter Page #6

We'll go and see what we can do.

Wait outside.

Yes, sir.

And thank you too, sir, Mr Ringo. It ain't

like me to interrupt two gentlemen like you.

- Go on out, I said.

- Yes, sir.

- Are you moving on now?

- I guess so.

- Sorry it had to be like this, Jimmie.

- It's not your fault.

Watch yourself, partner.

If I write to you, will you give her a message?

- You bet.

- Thanks, Mark.

- I'll be seeing you, Jimmie.

- I hope so. But don't lay no money on it.

I'll be seeing you, all right.

- How much, Mac?

- No charge. It's an honour to have you.

Thanks.

Here he comes!

Don't grab this from your wife.

It's an honour and a pleasure,

Jimmie. Yes, sir.

We're old-timers, you know, you and me.

Jimmie!

Molly.

- I didn't know you were here.

- You must be about the only one in town.

- I work late so I sleep late.

- Work where?

- Here.

- What do you mean?

I'm a singer.

You've heard of singers, haven't you?

Want to buy me a little drink?

Sure, kid. Sure. But why?

Gotta live, haven't you?

But where's Bucky?

- Didn't you hear?

- Hear what?

Buck was killed six months ago in Abilene.

No, I didn't hear.

I'm sorry, Molly. Who did it?

I don't know. He was found in an alley,

shot through the back of the head.

Didn't he...

Didn't he leave you anything?

A horse and a saddle,

two guns and fifteen dollars.

I never heard a word about it, Molly.

Have you seen Peg?

Nope.

- Do you?

- Whenever I can.

Doesn't do a schoolteacher any good

to be seen with a barroom singer, you know.

Come on over here for a minute.

There's something I want to ask you.

Peggy wouldn't see me. Is it somebody else?

- You ought to know better than that.

- I don't. It's been a long time.

- There'll never be anybody else for Peg.

- Anybody else tried?

Of course. Pretty girl like that.

Young squirt named

Hunt Bromley got after her.

Boy, you should have heard her tell him off.

- What did he do to her?

- Nothing.

Nothing, really. Just a barroom loafer trying

to move in on a woman without a husband.

You know the kind.

- Do you see Jimmie too?

- Whenever I see her.

- What kind of a boy is he?

- He's a good kid. Peg takes good care of him.

- What is he? Big or little?

- Big. About right for eight.

Eight and a half.

- Look, do you want me to talk to Peg?

- Mark already talked to her. She said no.

Let me talk to her.

Are you in some kind of a hurry?

- If there's a chance, I'll stick around.

- You stay right here. I'll get her for you.

- Don't take too long. I'm behind schedule.

- I won't be long.

Hiya, Hunt.

Deal me out.

Deal me back in again.

- I'll bet two bits.

- That finishes me.

I don't want no more of it.

- Your deal, Joe.

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