The Last Hard Men Page #5

Get off the street, go on.

It's not gonna work, is it?

It'll work all right.

- Miss Burgade?

- Yes?

- Your father...

- What's the matter?

Is anything wrong?

He's afraid for you.

See, there's a lot of bad people in town,

wants me to look after you.

And who are you? I don't even know you.

Oh, I know you, though.

For a long time.

Now, you give me any more

goddamn trouble, I'll cut you.

I'll cut you in a hundred places.

In the eyes and the throat.

You won't see or talk again.

You won't be pretty no more.

You know who I am?

My father will kill you.

He will try.

And that's all I need.

Now get up.

Get some riding clothes on.

Get some riding clothes on.

Take that dress off.

Take that dress off!

Now, get out of that dress.

Can you write?

- I asked you if you can write.

- Yes, you bastard, I can write.

- Well, we made it.

- Seems like it.

You sure Provo ain't smarter

than you give him credit for, Sam?

He ain't here, Sam.

God knows where he is,

but he ain't here.

What's the matter, Sam?

Oh, Jesus.

Damn. Blind.

Stupid.

I know it's rough on you, captain.

We all appreciate

what you're going through.

I don't believe it'll be long...

before we find out

which direction they took her.

We're gonna contact

the proper authorities down the line.

We'll cut them off and bottle them up,

and we'll get Susan back.

All without getting up

from behind that desk, Noel?

You're not gonna trip up

the likes of Zach Provo...

with a big-city telephone wire.

He is on horseback.

To get him, you're gonna have to

get on a horse and track him.

The longer you sit talking about it,

the farther he's gonna get.

What's wrong

with calling the governor...

and requesting help from the Army?

Surround this Provo with 1000 troops.

He'd slip through them at night

and be long gone...

while you're still trying

to figure out how he did it.

You think he's just some

raggedy-ass half-breed, don't you?

Well, I have to tell you

he beat me here, on my own ground.

Go on, send a telegram

to Phoenix. Try it.

I'll bet you $ 100

he's already cut the wire.

Hello, Millie? This is Noel. Noel!

I want you to get through

to Bo Simpson, depot.

I'm gonna try to get a line to Phoenix.

Yeah, I'll wait. I'll wait.

I'll tell you where Provo's headed.

He's northbound.

I'm pretty sure where to.

You all do what you want.

I'm gonna get myself provisioned

and get in his track...

and I'm gonna stay there

till I get my daughter back.

And then I'm gonna kill him

and every son of a b*tch with him.

I've got no authority no more

to call out a posse...

but I'd be obliged for company.

Yeah.

Yeah, Bo.

I do indeed.

Well, that line to Phoenix cut out

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