The Last Hard Men Page #4

He's going back to work.

Got it.

Someday, we'll compare scars.

Let her be, Gant.

Let me see what you got, honey.

Come on, now.

- She's carrying.

- Who gives a damn?

What you gotta do with greasers

is teach them who's boss...

before they're born, as after.

Leave her be.

There's some things

a man's gotta have, Provo.

You tell me about it.

What's that?

Provo, hey, it's just the telephone!

Now.

Shelby?

I never thought you'd ever

grudge a man a little fun, Provo.

It's not the time for that.

You're looking at a man who's been

11 years without a woman.

I'll get you all you can handle later.

Well, sh*t, you calling

that Mexican pig a woman?

I think it's time.

Lee Roy?

Listen, I wanna thank you

about bringing us here.

We should talk about

where we're going next.

Well, anything you need,

you just ask old Lee Roy.

Ha, ha. Lookit here.

Look, here's our stake.

The gold shipment's gonna arrive

in Tucson Friday from the Denver Mint...

That's good.

Lee Roy's getting off here.

What's it say, kid?

It's new money, though.

- Here, you read it.

- Hey, dumb kid. Don't be stupid.

He can't read any Spanish.

It's not Spanish.

Look, it's right there.

I'll translate.

"Gold shipment.

The shipment will be well protected

under supervision...

of the former captain

of territorial police, Samuel Burgade."

Well, I'll be damned.

Provo, this is a trap.

A lot of trouble.

What?

He makes a hell of a lot

of trouble, I don't...

I don't think we should disappoint him.

- This is a trap.

- Yes.

For somebody.

Gus Stanton,

you talk like a plain damn fool.

I'm gonna be sitting up on the truck.

What you think this is all about?

I'll tell you what.

It's about you getting yourself dead.

Now, wait a minute.

Wait just one minute.

Nobody said anything was gonna happen.

As president of this bank,

if we could lose that shipment...

- Oh, shut up, Gus.

- Now, you listen.

If we don't do it exactly the way

we put it in the paper, Provo won't bite.

He'll back off and fade away.

I gotta be out there

where he can see me.

Here. What about right up here?

He can see you real good.

Get a good shot

if you're sitting there, Sam.

Let's get on down to the depot.

Crank it up, go on.

- There she is.

- Guards and all.

What the hell are all

these people doing here?

You put it in the newspaper.

Push them back. Clear them out.

We can't have these kids in the way

if Provo tries to take that box.

All right. Go home, ladies.

Go on back, now.

- Let's get this thing out of here.

- He's cranking it, captain.

- Go home.

- Damn Fourth of July parade.

Yeah, I know.

Get them children inside. Go on.

Get them kids off the street.

Get back, go on.

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