The Westerner Page #5

We could have a lot of fun together.

We could talk about Lily and...

No, I'm on my way.

Listen,

it's a great country here, west of the Pecos.

A fellow could really

make something of himself.

Why, when I first come

here, I didn't have nothing.

Now, I'm boss of the whole section.

Well, that's mighty fine, Judge.

You know, I cottoned to you

the first time I seen you.

Why don't you put in with me?

Well, I tell you, Judge,

it's nice of you to ask me,

but I'm heading for California, and

nothing short of hanging can stop me.

Wait a minute. You can't go.

You're under suspended sentence.

- Why, you hung Mr. Evans for that.

- Huh?

You're under suspendence, anyhow.

Who are you? What do I know about you?

How do I know they ain't looking for you?

You're under arrest for disorderly

conduct, for disturbing the peace, vagrancy,

and you're on the way back to

town with me, and that's my ruling!

So long, Judge.

By gobs, he stole my gun.

We hired out for farm

work, Miss, not a civil war.

This ain't no fit place to homestead in.

Land's no good when there's

always lead flying over it.

If you'd shoot back, maybe

they'd stop bothering you.

We did shoot back.

And so did Shad Wilkins, and

he ain't trying it no more.

What about your own quarter section?

- If you leave, you'll lose it.

- We don't want no part of it.

All right, Hod. If you feel that way,

we'll try to get along

with just Eph and Henry.

Not me.

Henry, if we only had one

man, it'd be a big help.

Sorry, Mr. Mathews.

Call themselves men.

Wade, what do we do?

- I know what to do.

- No, no, wait. That's not the way.

Don't even think of it.

Wade, aren't you going to stay for supper?

I'll be back.

Well, they left.

Of course they have. What did you expect?

My hands quit, too. You

can't blame them for leaving.

There won't be a hired man

left in this part of the country

if we don't do something about it.

We hire new hands, same thing will happen.

What's old Mathews going to say about it?

He keeps passing the

buck to the Lord Jehovah.

I say, let's do something about it ourselves.

- That's right.

- That's what I like to hear.

Let's give the judge the same

thing he gave Shad Wilkins.

Maybe if some of us went down and

appealed to Roy Bean for justice...

Justice. If you'd seen him yesterday,

pretending to try that prisoner...

The man didn't have a chance.

- I wonder if they hanged him.

- Don't they always?

He was the same as dead

even while he stood there.

I've kept on seeing his face all day.

What is it, Daughter?

The man I told you about,

the one that was hanged.

I saw him plain as day,

looking in the window.

You're seeing things, Jane

Ellen. There's nobody out there.

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