The Train Robbers Page #5

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- I don't swim, you know.

- I do now.

Mrs. Lowe...

if that shirt shrinks up any more,

you're going to be in a little trouble.

But not from you, Mr. Lane.

- What's he up to?

- My last bottle.

I should fall in the river more often.

I haven't felt this good

since I can't remember when.

Can you remember when, Mr. Lane?

I can remember when.

I'll have another.

I drink, you know.

But I can handle it.

"Handle your whiskey

and never feel sorry for yourself."

My father said that.

Good words to live by.

He said it to my brother,

but I never forgot it.

- A lot of things I never forgot.

- Yes, ma'am.

Do you always have to be so damn polite?

Makes it harder on me.

How's that?

You're trying to trick me, Mr. Lane.

Trying to get me to tell you something...

without letting me know...

that I told you what I know.

Yes, ma'am.

- Mr. Lane.

- Yes, ma'am?

I'm the kind of woman...

that, once I made up my mind...

there ain't no turning back.

And I made up my mind.

You know...

once I tell you...

I'll probably never ever see you

or any of the others again.

I'm gonna miss you, Mr. Lane.

You'll probably be glad to get rid of me,

but I'm going to miss you...

very much.

We'll swing west to the Bravo...

follow it on up.

That way we can stay out of trouble...

Mr. Lane!

That was a rotten thing for you to do

last night, getting me drunk!

Yes, ma'am, it was.

I suppose you found out

what you wanted to know.

Yes. Cut those mules loose. There's plenty

of feed. Somebody will pick them up.

Why don't we take them?

No mules, no gold.

No use getting shot for nothing.

- You're turning back!

- That's right.

- But you can't!

- The hell I can't!

When I start plying a woman

with whiskey...

it's time to throw the key

in the water bucket and ride on.

- Even if I tell you where the gold is?

- Even then.

I'll go back to the train stop

and wait for you.

Looks like it's a little late for that now.

Them pallbearers sure as hell grew.

Maybe we ought to jump them.

Thin them out a little.

We'd better get moving out of here!

Cal! You and Sam hang back.

Anybody starts crossing that river

before we're out of sight...

- baptize them.

- Yes, sir.

They're still up on that hill!

Got off their horses

and went to cook coffee.

If we're gonna head west,

now's the time to do it.

- Unpack the mules.

- Hold it!

- I hate to cross you, Lane.

- Then don't.

I've got to. We just ran from a fight.

That's a bad habit for a man to get into

that makes his way with a gun.

- There are 20 of them back there.

- I'd say they were a little shorthanded.

And so would you, if it wasn't

for the woman being along.

Go on.

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