The Last Outlaw Page #5

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right, let's move!

It's time

to regroup!

We gotta get

out of here!

Eustis, I'll

do one more.

Potts!

One more.

Let's go!

Lovecraft,

what's wrong?

Huh?

Nothing.

Give a hand, Grubb!

Damn.

They've got a lot to answer for.

Mr. McClintock?

I reckon we need

to talk to you.

Me and the boys.

Well, sir, we quit.

But you can't.

No, we can, sir.

We're volunteers

and we get the right.

You can't stop us.

But you've shot

none of the outlaws.

You haven't got the money.

It isn't done.

As far as we're

concerned it is.

We keep chasing them,

we'll get tired and shot.

Now, the Marshall's

been shot.

He's the one

we signed with.

Need I remind you men

of the reward

That my bank has offered

And the $1000 a head bounty?

Being that you've failed

to capture anyone but Graff

And the outlaws

still have the money,

You get not one dime.

Not one dime.

Come on, boys,

we're gone.

Trash.

Sh*t.

We're wasting

our time here.

Maybe the boys

that stay can

Split the shares of

the ones that left.

How's that?

What'd he say?

Right.

Find out what he said.

Right.

What about the shares of

the boys that were killed?

You can have that.

That include

the Marshall's share?

Sh*t. All right,

Goddamn it.

Yes.

Well, that

could be a deal.

All right,

say we stay.

Who's going to

lead the posse?

You?

May I make a

suggestion, gentlemen?

Hey, Eus,

Seeing as how you're

the leader and all,

Would you like to

enlighten us as to

The whereabouts

of that saloon?

How about it, Eustis?

A shot of whiskey would

be a good pain killer.

I have powerful

thirst. How about you?

Once we hit

the outpost,

We're 20 miles from the Rio

Grande and the border.

You think the posse

would be headed there,

Whats left of them?

There ain't no posse now.

We blew the sh*t

out of them.

They're heading back

to that sorry-ass town.

Whooooo!

Whooooo!

Any of you boys

ever been to Mexico?

Nope.

You?

I haven't, but I've heard

hellacious stories.

Like what?

Them Mexican senoritas, they

got nipples on their titties

About the size of

a confederate silver dollar.

Bullshit!

No way, Potts.

I hear they beg for it.

Is that true,

Eustis?

That might be true.

Well, I don't know

about you boys,

But this is my last job.

I'm gonna retire

down Mexico way.

Use my share to buy me

a nice hacienda by the sea.

Get myself a nice

Mexican woman on one hand,

A bottle of whiskey

in the other.

Plant my feet in the sand

And watch those

long pretty sunsets.

Mexico,

Damn.

Sounds so good it hurts.

Philo,

they got Philo!

Blew his face off!

On the ridge!

Graff.

Boys, ride!

[whistle]

Come on!

F***! I knew it!

All those men

up on the ridge.

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