The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw Page #3

We are bouncing along.

Hold on to your hat.

It's not my hat that worries me,

it's my head.

Do you think they're hostile?

Good heavens.

This is ridiculous. Why doesn't somebody

talk to them about this?

Nobody who gets near enough to talk

ever lives long enough to say anything.

[SHOUTING]

If my Grandfather Digby were here...

...he'd have those savages

eating out of his hand.

Eating out of it, or eating it?

There never was a savage

who could look that man in the eye.

Put down a rebellion in Karachi

single-handed, my grandfather did.

Savages, cease firing!

You know,

I feel very strongly about this.

Somebody should have a word

with these natives.

Well, if you can remember

what your Grandfather Digby said...

...I beg of you.

If any of you fellas got a gun, you'd

better save the last bullet for yourselves.

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE AMERICAN

LANGUAGE]

Oh! Whoa!

[GUNSHOT]

We can't just sit here

waiting to be turned into mincemeat.

[GUNSHOTS]

My word.

Well, I don't suppose I'm half the man

that Grandfather Digby was.

But I'll have a word

with our fine-feathered friend.

Driver, wait here.

Afraid it's the last time

we're gonna see that Englishman.

[GUNSHOT]

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE AMERICAN

LANGUAGE]

I don't understand a word.

Come along, get on your feet.

Now listen to me, my good man.

That coach was traveling at a legal rate

on a public highway.

Your interference is not only unjustified,

it's positively dangerous.

I won't make an issue of the fact

that I'm a British subject.

Because your attack upon these

American citizens is equally unwarranted.

Now, take this rather silly-looking

hatchet and trot along home.

There's a good chap.

No hard feelings?

Splendid. Good day, sir.

- You seen what I seen?

- I think I seen.

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE AMERICAN

LANGUAGE]

Why, that tenderfoot Englishman drove

off all them redskins single-handed.

Ain't anybody gonna believe us,

looking at him.

Gentlemen, I think that little incident

calls for a nice cup of tea, don't you?

Driver, stop at the first place en route.

Indians! Indians! Redskins!

Duck, everybody, duck! Indians!

- Duck, everybody!

- Relax, my friend, relax.

Hi-ya!

Just passed the cemetery.

Filled up a bit since I was here last.

That's Fractured Jaw, just ahead.

MAN:

Howdy, Zeke. You have a good trip?

COACH DRIVER:

Whoa!

Indians, eh?

Where did you run into them?

- Other side of Table Rock.

- It's a good thing they didn't have guns.

- Was there many of them?

- About 50. Thought we were goners.

- How'd you get away?

- Man, was we lucky.

I wouldn't have give a plug nickel

for our chances...

...when they just up and chased off.

One man done it.

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