The Last Outlaw Page #2

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Full of holes,

come on!

Shut up, Potts.

What's the problem

singing, Potts?

[Trying To Sing]

Loomis!

What's his problem?

Whoa, Buck.

Easy boy.

Leave him.

Eustis.

Worthless

piece of sh*t.

He's done.

[wWhistle]

Graff says

to leave him, Eustis.

Come on.

Lovecraft,

what you savvy?

I savvy Graff's

going one way

And Eustis ain't.

Aaaaahhhh!

Lovecraft, f*** him!

Loomis, I can help you.

But you gotta ride.

You, all right?

Eustis...

Aaahhhh!

Loomis.

You gotta ride.

Eu! Don't dally.

Come on.

Hang on, Loomis!

Hang on!

..A soldier obeys...

..Or dies.

..But I couldn't

..Leave Loomis.

..And yet, even as I rode

..To help him

..I knew the life I was

..Trying to save

..Was not Loomis',

..But my own.

Loomis, you ok?

I said leave him.

We never leave nobody.

Never.

Well, let me

simplify things.

Graff, he's one of us.

We can't leave him.

You can't ride, son.

[Thunder]

He used to be rich.

Graff had himself a plantation

down Mississippi way.

A wife,

three daughters.

Blue coats came when he was

off with forest cavalry,

Burned the place

to the ground.

They raped his wife and daughters

in front of each other

And then shot them. I was

with him when he heard.

It was the night before

the battle of Atlanta.

And I saw his eyes.

Something...

Something died in them,

boys.

He never cracked

at that battle

And it was

the bloodiest of the war.

I learned everything

I know'd off him.

Now I'm gonna run

you all to Mexico,

Get you there

as safe as I can,

Same as he'd a done.

Then I'll be free.

Nobody ever stuck their

hide out for me before.

That's about all

I can do for you.

I know I said we'd

never leave you,

But I hope we don't have

to leave that leg behind.

Thanks, Eustis.

Maybe it'd be

better if you rode

On the back

of old John with me.

Oh no. I'm good.

You're not

that good.

I had 30 men

back in that town.

We was preparing to

come out into the hills

Looking

you vermin.

Figured it might

take a month.

By the grace of God,

you found us.

I'm much obliged,

outlaw.

Where's the money,

Graff?

Any of y'all

got a smoke?

I want to kill him now.

I sure could

use a smoke.

Give him a cigarette,

for Christ's sake.

Here you go.

Your men have stolen

thousands of dollars

Of my bank's money.

You talk, damn you.

Sharp.

Go ahead.

Pull the trigger.

Suits me.

Sharp!

You better talk,

drummer boy.

You done killed

10 of my men.

Now I've got you.

Now I want Eustis

and I want Philo

And Goddamn you,

I want all the rest!

Maybe I do, too.

McClintock,

We ain't gonna get

nothing out of this outlaw.

We's wasting our time

while them other outlaws

Is getting away.

Now, let's send

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