The Stolen Page #3

What would you know

about the likes of me?

You're a snotty b*tch,

that much I do know.

That's Honey.

What do you think you're doing?

Those are mine.

I asked you

what do you think you're doing?

Those are my shoes.

Looks to me like

you've got plenty.

You have no right to steal.

So take them back.

Go ahead.

Vamos.

Take them off me.

There.

It's a matching set.

If you're feeling generous,

I'll take the petticoat.

That--

Give me back--

Where's my...

You stole my money!

Ladies.

Ladies.

First night.

She stole my money.

I take her shoes.

-My shoes and my money.

-Is it in there?

No, but she's wearing my shoes,

so she must have taken my money.

Someone else

must have taken it then.

Aye, so, uh,

now you're accusing

the rest of us, eh?

No, but all the money

I had in that bag is gone.

Oh, would that be the stash

that you were flashing around

last night?

Like it was everyone else's

but your own?

You stayed the night

at Madame Frulein's.

The moment

you closed your eyes,

you waved good-bye

to everything you own.

Just be thankful

we're going to Goldtown,

princess.

You wouldn't believe

what some will pay

to see you flash your titties.

We should bury him.

Waste of time.

Birds gotta eat,

same as worms.

We're moving on.

Shoot it.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Let's make this easy,

eh, fellas?

All we want is the food.

And the whiskey.

Maybe these lasses for the ride.

And we'll be on our way.

-It's not gonna happen, pal.

-Then you've just come

to the end of the line, pal!

It's all right.

You might want to look away.

You've got the wrong leg!

Oh! Ah!

And then what

at the end?

It's finished!

We'll practice, okay?

Come on,

princess.

Let your hair down

for once in your life.

You're alive.

You mind?

I would like that.

There must be

something special...

in Goldtown.

For a lady like you

to do something like this.

My son. He was stolen by

the man who killed my husband.

And you think

he's in Goldtown?

You know who he is?

The man?

No.

If you start knocking on doors,

you see, word will spread fast.

So you need

to move faster.

Do you live there

in Goldtown?

We work for the boss,

but we're not diggers.

So, say you find this boy.

I will find my son.

Then what?

I was gonna pay him.

The man.

You think it would

be that simple

after he killed your husband?

Well, it'll be 10 times

less simple without money.

I don't know.

I will steal him back.

You got a gun?

Do you even know

how to shoot it?

Ah.

In the name of the wee man.

Well, we're still

a week away.

We'll have to do

something about that.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Not till the boy's

back in your arms.

And for what it's worth,

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