The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw Page #4

This here passenger.

- Single-handed.

- Him.

- Him?

- Is there a porter hereabouts?

MAN 2:

Don't try to make a fool out of me.

Driver, bring those cases over

to the hotel for me, will you?

So you're the big hero.

How do you do?

Tibbs is my name.

Confounded thing. You were saying?

Nothing. I wasn't saying nothing.

Careful with those,

they contain guns and ammunition.

- What do you think, Keeno?

- He's fast, but I think I'm faster.

You may get a chance to find out.

Why would a fast gun like him

come to Fractured Jaw?

- To work for the Lazy S, maybe?

- He ain't working for me.

And the Lazy S

is the only other outfit hiring guns.

- Want me to take him?

- No, there's time.

If he's just here looking for a job,

I could use him.

We didn't mean nothing.

We didn't mean nothing.

This is a respectable hotel,

you hear?

If you two lop-eared sons

of a burro want some more...

...just try to get back in here.

I'm running a high-class dump.

The sooner the people around here

realize it, the better off they'll be.

MAN 3:
Now, wait a minute, babe.

- Don't give me none of your lip.

It's enough you saddle tramps

shoot each other...

...without using bad language too.

Now, are you gonna git

or do I start in on you again?

KATE:

Well.

Is the circus in town or are you

advance man for a medicine show?

Good day to you, ma'am.

Am I right in assuming...

...that you're the proprietress

of this tavern?

If you're a gambler, I run the squarest

game this side of the Mississippi.

I shouldn't call myself a gambler...

...although I have played a bit of whist

occasionally in a friendly foursome.

Say that again, will you?

JONATHAN:
What?

- That "bit of whist" thing.

I have played a little bit of whist...

Oh, those clothes, the way you talk.

You're gonna be the life

of the party around here.

- Really?

- Never mind. What can I do for you?

I should like some accommodation

in your respectable establishment.

Come on.

I look after strays, mavericks...

...and lost young'uns.

I might as well keep an eye on you.

Well, that's jolly good of you.

Hi there, captain.

They say the good Lord

looks after fools and children.

Well, I figure it can't hurt to give him

a hand in case he's too busy.

Here, would you mind

registering, please?

- Pleasure.

- Here's your pen.

- There you are.

- Thank you.

Jonathan Tibbs. London.

Well, Jonathan, if I were you,

I'd stay in your room after dark.

Some of the boys around here,

they play rough.

Especially when they're liquored up.

They got a peculiar idea

of what's funny...

...and they might just think

you're a riot.

Most charming of you

to offer me advice.

If you get into any trouble,

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