The Texican Page #3

- We're wasting time.

- So we waste a little.

I don't want a fight

unless there has to be one.

Damn it, Jess, take your gun belt off.

I don't want to throw down on you.

If you want this gun belt,

you'll have to come and get it.

Then there is no more to say.

Watch yourself, Mitch.

- Is he dead?

- Yeah.

Better get a tourniquet on that leg.

Hold it, Mitch.

Still carrying this old toad-sticker, huh?

- Comes in handy now and then.

- But not today, huh?

You know, the way you pulled that gun...

you must have been doing a little practicing

down in Mexico.

No, I haven't. Not a bit.

There are some things

a man remembers better than others.

That's good.

'Cause I have a feeling

you're gonna be needing that gun a lot.

Wherever you go...

there's bound to be somebody

that'll recognize you.

Where I'm going it won't matter.

- So long, Mitch.

- So long, Jess.

I'm glad you're out practicing, Gil.

You won't get a second chance with Carlin.

I do very well when it's the real thing.

Tin cans are just for fun.

Fun's over.

Heard he went through Sweetwater

a couple of days ago.

You can expect him here anytime now.

I remember him.

Also, I remember people

who say how fast he was.

But I didn't believe it then

any more than I do now.

A couple of bounty hunters

thought the same thing. He killed one.

Don't make the mistake

of underestimating Carlin.

Iran him out of this territory once,

but not using a gun.

The only way to get him is from behind.

I like competition.

I think I'll enjoy meeting again with him.

You won't have long to wait.

If he gets to Rimrock,

he's gonna cause a lot of trouble.

If something happens to him out there...

nobody will ever know about it.

I leave it up to you

to see that he doesn't get to town.

It's as good as done.

Harve, Eb. Go along with him.

I don't need any help with this.

They'll just go along for the ride.

That's him all right.

Why didn't you wait, you fool?

Anybody home?

Get 'em up.

I'd as soon blast a hole in you as to spit.

There's nothing as low-down

as a saddle thief.

Get those hands up.

A gal has not enough work

trying to run a spread on her own...

without some sneak thief

coming in and stealing a saddle...

while she's out working her stock.

I wasn't trying to steal this saddle.

Keep 'em UP-

I guess you just wanted to take it.

- Admire it. Is that it?

- No, ma'am.

But like I said, I wasn't trying to steal it.

I left some money for it there on that saddle.

I was kind of in a hurry.

I bet you were in a hurry.

But I wasn't trying to steal it.

I left some money

on that black saddle there. Take a look.

Stay back.

$40?

What kind of a fool would pay $40

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