The Stranger Wore a Gun Page #3

And I know a good gambler

always pays his debts.

- There's a payoff, huh?

- There's always a payoff.

- That depends.

- I have a job for you.

A job for which you have unusual talent.

Here's to it.

- Jules. Degas is coming up.

- Jules, old friend.

What make you so nervous?

You jump so...

Your manners, Degas.

- Don't you ever knock?

- No.

I'm always surprise. I just sneak in.

Now we talk.

This is Shorty, my partner.

Listen, he don't talk good English like me.

- Is that right, Shorty?

- Yep.

Who's he?

Just a stranger.

No more?

It isn't your business, is it?

He's not afraid!

The man talks back!

But he don't carry any guns.

What do you think about it, Shorty?

He'd get riddled.

Riddled?

Oh, boy, he get killed!

You friend of my old friend.

I make you a little present.

- You need it.

- When I feel the need, I'll carry a gun.

Come on, take it...

stick it in your pocket.

You never know.

Thanks.

All right.

Now, Jules, for why I come to see you.

Last night, one of my boys...

my good old friend, Kansas. He was in town.

Have a little fun.

And he don't come back.

- You think he's here?

- Where else?

Kurth, bring Kansas in.

There's your man, Degas.

If you still want him.

And there's the knife

he tried to stick in my back.

- You push me too hard, Jules.

- You know your place.

Don't interfere

with my operations in this town.

- But we was in here first.

- But now I'm in and you're out.

Get back to the hills

and take that scum with you.

Here, take it back.

You may need this one, too.

I have plenty more.

Next time we meet, maybe you need it.

Come on.

One of the minor problems

I have to contend with.

But Degas is nothing to my real problem.

I intend to leave Prescott a millionaire.

- You've set your sights pretty high.

- Yeah.

Millions of dollars in raw gold

flow through this town from the mines.

I intend to divert part of the flow.

Every ounce of it moves out

on Conroy's stage line...

and Mr. Conroy has

an annoying way of hiding...

when and how the gold is shipped.

Now, the eyes you used

for Quantrill at Lawrence...

should do as sharp a job here.

I'd like to get one thing straight.

When I realized what Quantrill was,

I left the Raiders, joined the Confederacy...

and fought in the open.

It didn't help much. We lost the war anyway.

Lee surrendered, but I never will.

The Yankees ruined the South.

Now they're looting it.

So you're doing some looting on your own.

Taking Yankee gold

is legitimate business to me.

Now get yourself settled.

I'll see you tomorrow. And by the way,

you'll use the name Mark Stone.

Mark Stone. You know, Mourret...

I think you'd steal Conroy's gold

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