The Outlaw Page #3

Back in your stall, Red.

- That's my tobacco, isn't it?

- I think it is.

You don't mind if I take that,

do you?

Red, I think I'll bunk right here

tonight, if you don't object.

Say, what is this anyway?

What are you shooting at me for?

Are you crazy?

Stop it.

Cut it out, do you hear?

Can you understand English?

What's your name?

- Rio.

- What's the rest of it?

McDonald.

Where'd you come from?

What do you care?

- Where'd you live before you came here?

- Sacora.

Oh, yeah. Who was he?

My brother.

He shouldn't have taken

so much tequila.

- What became of the girl?

- She married a guy two weeks later.

Well, that's the way it is.

How'd I know he was your brother?

It was him or me.

And I didn't lay for him

in no barn neither.

- I'm sorry I was so rough with you.

- You didn't hurt me.

You sure?

- It's too bad I didn't know.

- What?

- He was your brother.

- What's that got to do with it?

Well, maybe I wouldn't have tried

so hard to get the other girl.

Oh, you wouldn't.

What's the matter?

- There's a rock under here.

- Let me fix it.

Let me go!

Hold still, lady, or you won't

have much dress left.

Let me go!

- He did not.

- I say he did.

- Did you really hear him holler?

- Sure I did.

- So did I.

- Then that ain't Billy the Kid.

Shucks, a dentist can make

anybody holler.

Look out.

Here he comes.

- Sorry to keep you waiting, Doc.

- I'm in no hurry.

- You're the Billy the Kid?

- That's what they tell me.

- See, what did I tell you?

- Wait. One at a time.

Have you really got

20 notches in your gun?

Is it true you got 13 Indian scalps

in your war bag?

Had to throw 'em away.

The moths got to them.

Tanning 'em

the best way to keep them.

- Is that a fact?

- That's what my pa told me.

- What are you doing with that?

- Trying get bark off to make a whistle.

- Have you sucked it?

- I sucked it till it near dry.

Can't you shoot

the insides out?

- Put it up on that post.

- Can't I hold it?

- Can you hold it steady?

- Sure!

Billy, you don't have to

prove anything to me.

It's all right.

Turn the end up a little.

Little more.

You hit it!

- Don't you take aim?

- I took aim.

- When?

- Before I drew.

Look, Billy, it's all right.

You fixed it fine. Thanks.

- Glad to help.

- Anything I can do, let me know.

- That's a new one on me.

- What?

Aiming before you draw.

- I've got to.

- Why?

My hand seems to be

a little quicker than my eye.

Well, ain't that too bad.

- Where'd you get the horse?

- I bought this one.

- Looks all right.

- He'll do for the time being.

Ham and eggs.

Fry the eggs on both sides.

I'll take the same.

Mine straight up.

How 'bout a cold hand

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