The Unholy Four Page #4

You did it, Woody!

Hey, did you hurt yourself?

Mighty quiet around here.

You happen to know a...

friend of mine, fella called Chuck Mool?

The only mule I know son

is the mule I own myself.

And I never was one for

given animals a name.

Jesus, never fails.

Jesus, never fails.

Heaven and earth will pass away,

but Jesus never...

fails.

Jesus, never fails.

Jesus...

Come on Brother,

The Lord will give you strength.

Never fails.

I bought some ammunition.

I hate to be without necessities.

From people have been telling me,

there ain't a soul in town knows about you.

Still. Something tells me,

this is the right place.

Don't we know each

other from some place?

That's not what you would

call an original line friend.

But maybe I like you and

that's all that matters.

But you look like you seen an old friend.

Are you real sure you've

never seen or met me before?

Oh sure. Besides, I'd

tell you if I had.

Didn't you say you were buying?

No wait, you buy.

You oughta allow some

respect you big N*gger.

Don't do it.

You know, you're looking for trouble.

There ain't no strangers

gonna push us around Mister.

Sorry, I was just kidding.

My friend, Jack,

ain't to clever.

It's a bad joke.

He ain't never been too clever.

Hey what was that all about?

- Nothing, I ain't got time to talk to you.

That's kinda strange.

Yeah.

Very strange.

Hey Schuler,

go see where that fella went.

You mean to tell me

that all these goins on

aren't ringing a bell

in that head of yours?

Your name's Chuck Mool.

And folks around here are

scared to death of you.

Why was that man afraid of me?

I'm telling you it's Chuck Mool.

The either you're crazy, or

you're hitting the bottle.

Chuck Mool's been dead now for three

years now as everybody knows.

All I know is a man ain't dead when

he's standing there staring at you.

Cold sober.

I'm telling you it was Chuck Mool.

Buddy, I don't believe you.

If you'd been in the saloon,

you wouldn't think that.

Mr. Roodle.

That sure won't no ghost.

It can't be Chuck Mool, he been dead.

Are you sure?

When the Sheriff told us the boy was

dead, I saw no reason to question it.

He on is own?

No Sir, and the men that are

with him aren't from here.

What are they like?

There's one that's build like a barn door.

A big black n*gger.

The other two seem more like

a couple of rattlers.

How come he didn't

recognize you Ben?

I guess I changed.

This whole thing doesn't add up.

From what Ben said, he sure

ain't acting like a Caldwell.

We gotta find out what he's up to.

Why don't you go ask him?

That's more or less what I got in mind.

The one over there.

Lord, no!

We came to ask you, if you could

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