The Unholy Four Page #2

Please. Don't take it Mister.

It's all mine.

Gold mine?

Ain't that what you said?

The bank. $100,000.

Yeah? And where's it gone to?

Dammit! Where'd they go to?

Oksaka. Oksaka.

Oksaka.

Well it seems like we're all

headed for the same place.

Yeah. But make sure you

don't get in my way.

Hey, there's a relay station down there.

That means grub.

Howdy.

Evening.

All we've got left today is some

rabbit stew, beans and whiskey.

Sounds good.

You got room for a fourth.

If you can pay your way, sit down.

Dollar ante, no limit.

Card?

Gimme two.

Two?

- Three.

I'll, take two.

You're five and another fifteen.

I'll raise that twenty.

Three, 3's.

Full house.

You know the way you handle a deck

reminds me of a fella from...

From Kansas City by any chance?

Check Lou.

Two.

I'll see that.

- It'll cost you three more to stay in.

Two cards.

I'll take one.

Alright gentlemen.

- Check.

Check.

- Me too.

Five dollars.

Your five, and I'll raise

that twenty dollars.

You raise twenty?

And I raise a hundred.

Flush.

You been cheatin.

What was that?

You've been cheatin.

- So have you.

Well.

Well there's only one game you can

play where everybody's cheatin.

It's High Card.

High Card will be alright.

For everything on the table?

Is that alright with you?

- Sure.

I gotta Queen.

Why you.

Friendly place huh?

- Yeah.

Well there's a good match.

- I gotta buck that says Udo will give way to him.

Even he's scared of ole Caldwell.

Stop it you fool.

How much longer are we

gonna put up with him?

One of these days, he ain't

gonna stand for that.

Yeah, though it sure is nice to

watch a coyote gettin tamed.

But all Hell's gonna

break lose soon.

John Caldwell.

Next time he tried to make fools of us

in town, I ain't gonna take it Dad.

He's pushed me enough.

I swear I'll shoot the bastard.

If it was that easy,

you'd a shot him before.

No one can fight him fair and win.

And a lot have tried.

He's about as fast

as a man can be.

Even if he is past fifty.

And look at you. You ain't never

been good with a gun, have you?

To put an end to John Caldwell,

a man's gotta be careful.

Shoot him in the back, boy.

Make sure you don't miss.

You can come and eat.

That is if your hatred for poor Mr.

Caldwell hasn't effected you appetite.

Hey Sheila, ain't you

gonna give me a kiss?

You know you gotta hell of a lot to offer.

To bad we're brother and sister.

Yeah, I could sure show

you what it's all about.

That ain't bad Alan.

Set up some more.

I'm gonna try it again.

Now this time when you

draw, keep it low.

You're accurate enough now, so

work on gettin it a bit faster.

Shoot, I might as well quit Slim.

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