The Last Outlaw Page #3

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him to hell!

He ain't no use

to us.

Maybe I am.

I know where

the money is.

It's with my men.

And I know

where they'd be.

Are you saying you will

track down your men for us?

Why on earth would

I trust you, Graff?

My boys shot me.

Bullshit!

I shot ya!

400 yard shot

with my long rifle.

All my boys

here saw I

You have it

your way, boy.

Go ahead

and shoot me.

This time, pig sh*t,

do it right.

Get him on a horse.

We're taking

him with us.

Maybe he can be

of some use to us.

Whether he lives

or dies is of no account.

It's the money

that matters.

You can shoot

him later.

I'm going to

enjoy it, outlaw.

I'm going to

enjoy it.

According to this map,

The Mexican border

is 50 miles due south.

Obvious route is to take it

Straight down across

the Texas line

To the Rio Grande

and the border right here.

This is the logical route,

But maybe it's too logical.

Just say Graff's right

And there is a posse.

There ain't

no Goddamn posse.

I know it,

you know it,

We all know it.

There's no posse.

The law will figure

we're heading south.

Someone will be

after us.

What about

Canada?

Them bones say

anything about Canada?

What's wrong with that?

What's your

savvy, Eustis?

I say we head east.

Where?

East.

No, no.

You know what's east?

New Jersey is east.

It's no good

to go east.

New Jersey?

That don't sound bad.

Hell, I ain't

goin' east.

I say we head east

for awhile,

Throw them off our trail,

thene head south.

Right here we got

water and medical.

We know the trail.

Head east.

Bullshit.

What do you savvy

there, Lovecraft?

I savvy it don't make

near bit of sense.

There you go.

That's why

it makes sense.

Bullshit! It don't

make no Goddamn sense!

You with me?

Philo?

You think that's

best, Eustis?

I'm asing

what you think.

Are you with me

or not?

Ow! You jack ass, Potts!

I say your plan

is sh*t, Eustis.

Sh*t?

Sh*t.

Where do we go then?

We head south, straight

for the Goddamn border!

There ain't nothing

on our ass but hair, Eustis.

There ain't

no Goddamn posse.

There isn't.

He's right. Potts is right.

If there is?

Then we should

probably head east.

I think East

is probably good

If we want to

avoid the posse.

The best idea,

go east.

East.

Well, sh*t.

[whistling]

Pipe down, outlaw.

I hate that song.

I hate it!

I don't need

no pardon

for anything I done

Quit singing it.

[all singing song]

Quit singing

the Goddamn song!

Ain't that your song,

Marshall?

I fought with

General Grant, drummer boy.

Five flags strong.

War's over.

War ain't never

gonna be over.

[men continue singing]

Sh*t. It's just a song.

Come on. Yeah.

Hah hah!

Why we heading

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