The Last Outlaw Page #4

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this way?

We ought to be

riding due east.

Speak when you're

spoken to, outlaw.

Sure is mighty

pretty scenery.

Them boys of his is

heading for the border.

Why would

they head east?

Because they gonna

be thinking

We're gonna cut

them off.

Could be right.

He's trying

to lead us off.

Think about it, Marshall.

Graff, we're going to

listen to you this one time.

But if this is a trick

Or if we don't find

those outlaws by noon,

I'll have you shot.

See you at noon,

drummer boy!

Keep your eyes

down, boys.

This is the way

we usually come.

They could be close.

I'll be.

It's them.

Better hit 'em now

before they see us.

They can't see sh*t.

The sun's

on their backs.

Do something.

That's what

you pay me for.

Ain't it,

McClintock?

They're out of range,

Marshall.

I hit you from further

out than this.

Just watch me,

outlaw.

Just watch me.

My boys gonna know

we're on them.

Just watch me.

Yoll f*** it up.

You ain't gonna

make that shot.

Shut up, outlaw.

You got a strong

cross-wind.

Shut up.

That's a high wind. I'd

recalculate about an inch up.

And maybe a quarter

inch to the right.

Do it!

The posse!

Sh*t.

Sh*t! Goddamn fucks!

No posse, huh, Potts?

What's up there,

women?

We should've gone south!

We should've gone south!

Shut up and ride!

Cease fire!

You're wasting ammo!

Cease fire!

F***ed it up,

Marshall.

You made me miss.

Y-you just missed,

that's all.

I never miss.

I never miss!

Sure, he never

misses, right?

They're getting away,

gentlemen.

They're getting away.

Let's ride!

Ok, boys, mount up!

Mount up! Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Let's ride! Mount up!

I never miss.

Wait up!

Three each way!

Loomis,

ride with me!

Well, they split up.

No sh*t.

That's real

helpful, outlaw.

Real helpful.

Trails converge

about a mile up to East.

No problem.

Take your men

to the right.

Yes, sir.

Let's go, boys.

Follow me.

Hyah! Come on!

Loomis, let's

see that leg.

It ain't bleeding

no more.

We're on 'em.

Ya! Ya!

How the hell

did they find us?!

Graff was right!

I knew he was right!

He was right

about the posse!

I shoulda'shot!

I swear to Christ,

I shoulda' shot that kid!

Whoa.

Watch out.

Be careful

now, boys.

Grubb, stay high.

The rest of you

watch the rocks.

That's where

they came out.

Let's go after them.

Be a damn good

place to hit us.

Grubb.

Yes, sir.

Take some of your

men and check out

The tracks on

the other side.

Come on. Ya!

Get in there.

Marshall, these

tracks head downstream.

Follow 'em!

Come on, boys.

Seems ok.

Let's go.

Hold on, Marshall!

They go back

into the river!

Stay back!

They're behind us!

(yelling)

All right, all

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