The Hunting Party Page #4

I'll go put him in the shade.

Frank!

What do ya think?

Well, he won't be fooled.

That's for sure.

Who the hell could it be?

One son of a b*tch?

Oh! It feels good.

Frank!

"B" has got two bellies.

And a bar.

And "C,"

it's not all the way round.

Frank.

He's still out there.

Owney's watching him.

Yeah, all right, Doc.

Now the "D."

That's a belly...

and a bar.

Here's the "E."

Yeah, that's a lot

like an Indian sign.

"F" like in Frank.

Hell. I'll soon be able

to write my name.

"F"...

...for Frank.

"F"...

"R"...

"A"...

"N"...

"K."

Frank.

Melissa.

We gotta go.

Frank! Water up ahead!

You watch him, Owney.

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Run!

Get out of the way!

Get out of here!

Get out!

Get out!

Get the hell out of here!

Owney, get out of here!

Get out of the water!

Let's get out of here!

Get out of the water!

Let's go!

Sh*t, Doc!

Get him on his horse!

Move, Doc!

- Get out of here!

- Move!

Get out of the way! Move!

Damn, Doc!

That cracker neck laid one in you!

Hold on.

Crimp! Gimme some water!

Hold on there, Doc.

Come on,

let's get Doc in the wagon.

Come on, then.

Out of the way!

Come on, Ray.

Come on.

- Frank?

- Get up!

- Am I gonna die?

- No, you're not.

Doc.

Some water.

Son of a b*tch.

God damn it.

Well, whoever the hell

it is back there...

...we gotta keep out

ahead of 'em.

We gotta keep movin'.

Must be...

a posse or somethin'.

We don't have any other choice.

- Hey!

- No, Frank!

That's Brandt!

I'm Brandt Ruger's wife!

No!

I don't belong here!

He'll kill you!

No! He'll kill you!

It's him!

Is that who she is?

Calder, is that who she is?

Well, is it?

Men gettin' killed

on account of you takin' a woman?

Mooney and all them others...

...gettin' killed for that?!

Let her go, Frank.

Let her go.

You get rid of her

or I will!

What the hell are we waitin'

here for, you sons of b*tches?

Let's get movin'!

Jesus Christ, Brandt!

Stop it!

Why?

What's wrong?

They're not game we bagged.

They're seven men.

Human beings!

I judge it about half a mile.

They're right out in the open.

Let's move up

and pick off a few more.

No...

No.

That'd put us out in the open.

We'll just stay out of sight.

Just hit and run.

- Brandt... that man's finished.

- It's a neck shot.

- Hundred dollars says...

- He can't poss...

Luis, get the pack horses!

- Brandt, look!

- Drop his horse!

...see a long-legged sailor

with a long-legged wife?

Did you ever

in your long-legged life...

Come on, Sam.

That's enough.

Well, his family may wanna move him,

but for right now...

Come on. Come on!

That's Watt Nelson!

And he's dead, God damn it!

What do you mean,

"He's dead"?

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