The White Buffalo Page #2

Let him dance to the tune!

Bill!

Again, Bill!

Tom Custer tried to brace you.

He's lit out hell for hades.

You took a chance, Paddy.

I owed you.

Not that much.

I heard Poker Jenny works here.

She's the widow Schermerhorn now.

Gone north to a wolf roost

called Fetterman

to open her own place.

Well, I happen

to be going that way myself.

Bill, the word is out the Sioux are riding

the Bozeman Trail like Irish banshees.

So keep your pistol cocked.

Thanks, Paddy.

Hit the collars,

you swayback shad bellies!

Giddyap, there, you lazy bastards!

Yes, sir, Mr. Otis, old hard ass Custer

has tossed the bear

into the beehive this time.

You got a case against gold?

Why do you think I'd be bouncing around

in this bone-breaker on my way to that

shitty little rat hole called Fetterman

if I didn't succor after gold, huh?

Well, watch your tongue, Mr. Coxy.

You know, when that boy general done

planted his boot down in the Black Hills,

why he invited those

frigging feather headers

out on the warpath!

And by the time those scalp hunting

sons-of-b*tches are through,

there's gonna be a thousand bloody

nightcaps betwixt here and the Missouri.

You have a filthy mouth.

There's a lady at hand.

You mean her?

Any more hard tongue from you,

you'll settle with me.

Taken kindly, Mr. Otis.

You mind your manners, Mr. Coxy.

God damn this shitty weather!

Give me that!

Damn your lazy hides!

I'm getting just as wet as you are!

What in hades hell is that?

Yeah, green.

Green from horn to hooks.

I wouldn't try it on, Coxy.

Oh, God, no, man!

You wouldn't push me out

on Red Cloud's big open.

For the love of heaven, no, you wouldn't!

No!

Otis! Otis!

Otis, not here!

Otis! Otis!

Otis, wait for me!

You wait! Wait!

Don't leave me alone out here!

You can't maroon a white man

in this country!

You can't!

I told him.

You're about as green as snow.

Come on, old boy.

Come on around.

Hey, dude.

Give me a hand!

Help me tie these

chowderheads off to the boot.

We have more important business over here.

Oh, hell!

This one here is Jim Hanley.

The other one's Pokerdeck Baker.

They had a mine up yonder on the hill.

Come on, let's get 'em inside.

Get a hold of old Jim's boots

before he catches his death of cold.

I'll get them horses.

Boy.

Lord Almighty!

You think you got him?

Well, at least ways

you sprinkled a little pepper on him.

Jesus sakes, if you ain't Old Lightning!

And all the time I's a thinking

you didn't know B from bullshit!

This lady's walking the streets of glory.

God damn!

Blue Whistler must have

caught her right in the third eye.

Maybe you'd better ride up

on the box with me.

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