The Outlaw Page #4

while we're waiting?

How much?

- How's that?

- Suits me.

Before you get started

I'd like to speak to you for a minute.

- Who is he?

- I don't know.

- What do you want?

- Let's go in the backroom.

Why?

You don't know me,

but we have a mutual friend.

Who?

And I don't like him

any better than you do.

Oh, Garrett, eh?

The name sounds familiar.

- Figure on staying in town tonight?

- Why?

Everybody knows that Garrett

told you to get out of town.

Sooner or later you're gonna have

a little trouble with him.

I thought I might give you a hand.

That's very kind of you, mister.

Listen. I ain't doing you

no favor.

It'll be a pleasure.

Now what I figure is when he's arguing

with you, he won't watch anyone else.

So, it'll be a cinch for me.

Be careful you don't knock me over

with the same bullet.

Don't worry.

I'll stand at an angle.

I'll do it like this.

Suppose this chair

is Garrett there.

And if you're standing about

where you are...

why, I'll be over here.

Do you mind if I draw my gun

so you can see the line of fire?

No, go right ahead.

- It's me, Billy.

- Come on in, Doc.

- What happened?

- He's a pretty smart hombre.

You know him?

He's been hanging around trying to talk

Garrett into making him a deputy.

I guess he figured if he got Billy

he'd be a hero...

he could have the deputy job,

or run for governor if he wanted it.

- Better get out of here, son.

- Why? He pulled on me first.

- Be hard to make Garrett believe that.

- We'll see.

Where's my dough?

Well, I guess I must've

picked it up.

You're foolish to stick around, son.

I think I'd be more foolish

to pull out.

Then Garrett would be sure

that was my fault.

Come on. Cut for deal.

- You meant you want to play poker.

- That's right.

You're not worried about me

if I tangle with Garrett, are you?

Fights pretty good.

I know him better than you do.

All right, if he's so good...

then you'll get your horse back,

won't you?

Say, I never thought of that.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

- Lend me a hundred.

- I never lend money in a poker game.

Spoils my luck.

But I'd be glad to have you

put up the horse for a hundred.

I guess you would.

Hello, Pat.

Care for a bite to eat, boys?

A little hand of poker?

No thanks, Doc.

Were you in there

when it happened?

No. But listen, Pat,

he pulled on Billy first.

- How do you know?

- His gun was on the floor.

That don't prove nothing.

Pat, you've got an ugly temper and

you're letting it get the best of you.

You have no right to hold Billy

for this killing, and you know it.

You're just sore at him,

that's all.

Doc, I'm gonna give you a chance

to stay out of this.

- Thanks.

- Your horse is outside. Get on him.

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