The Westerner Page #4

- I didn't finish my ruling.

The court sentenced the prisoner to hang,

but the court didn't say when. So

long as there's reasonable doubt...

What reasonable doubt, Judge?

We just caught him with Chickenfoot's horse.

- Ain't any room for doubt.

- Order!

I been talking to the prisoner.

He's a friend of Lily Langtry's.

Stands to reason no friend of Lily

Langtry goes around stealing horses.

Leastways, there's a reasonable doubt.

You mean, you're setting

aside your own ruling?

That ain't what I said. When

I make a ruling, it stands.

But, Judge, you just sentenced the man.

His sentence is suspended

for a couple weeks until I can

look into the matter further.

That's my ruling.

- Hi, Mort. How's business?

- Just lost a customer.

Well, I'll be down for a shave in a minute.

All right, you're next.

- Howdy, Judge.

- Hello, Evans.

Jersey Lily special.

Pardon me, you don't happen

to have a twin brother, do you?

No, not me.

Well, you'd better pay

me that money you owe me.

You're loco, brother.

I don't owe you nothing.

You owe me $60.

$60.

If you're interested, that's the

man that sold me the roan horse.

Then, he's the man that stole...

$84 and 6 bits.

Fined $80 for disorderly conduct,

and $4 and 6 bits for

carrying concealed weapons.

Now, you men get some rope and string him up.

String him up? Why, he's dead already.

We hang horse thieves,

don't we? String him up!

Come inside, son.

You can have his horse and outfit.

- Rub of the brush?

- Rub of the brush.

- El Paso.

- El Paso.

Good morning, Judge.

Who are you?

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Stranger. Stranger, come here.

Straighten out my neck, would

you? Grab a hold of my head.

Now, jerk it quick.

Thank you. It's my neck.

You see I was hung once, but

my friends cut me down in time.

Now when I don't live right,

why, the crick comes back on me.

Now, who are you, anyhow?

And what are you doing here?

Why, don't you remember?

Why, I'm the fellow that

filled the inside straight,

and won Chickenfoot's horse.

So long, Judge.

Hey, Pete, are you glad I

won you from Chickenfoot?

Well, that makes it nice.

Here.

Wait!

Wait!

That lock of hair, Lily's hair,

you promised to write to El Paso for

it. Don't you remember? We drank on it.

When are you going to do it?

Huh?

- You ain't going to crawfish?

- No, the first post office I come to.

Straighten her out, would you, son?

Thank you.

You mangy old scorpion, you

might have got us both killed.

- What you want to go to California for?

- See the Pacific Ocean.

It's just like the gulf down at Lanno Bay.

It's bigger.

Why don't you stay around Vinegarroon awhile?

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