The Wistful Widow of Wagon Gap Page #3

for all the obligations

of the deceased...

both to his family

and his creditors.

Hawkins owed me $50,

Your Honor.

Considering what Hawkins owed me,

I'd say that's a right good law.

As a matter of fact, Jake,

I think so myself.

Especially the part about them

maintaining the widow.

Well, this is it. I don't

see any corn growing.

The widow

don't grow corn.

Then what's that scarecrow doing in

the yard? Who you calling a scarecrow?

You scatterbrained

numskull!

Ah, the Widow Hawkins!

Howdy, Mrs. Hawkins. These

are them. The culprits, huh?

Mrs. Hawkins, I'm awful

sorry. Oh, think nothin' of it!

I ain't hypocrite enough

to shed tears for Hawkins.

He wasn't any good. All he

ever did was drink and gamble.

Hawkins, come here!

All he ever did was drink

and gamble. Come on, Duke!

Nice dog.

Go on, Wolf. You have the

situation well under control, ma'am.

Guess we can get back to

town. Just a minute, Judge.

As long as our main obligation is to

take care of Mrs. Hawkins and the kids,

why can't we make some kind of

a financial arrangement? Such as?

We'll give her some cash now and send

a little every month from California.

How much you got?

Well, let me see.

Hmm, I have $70.

Precisely the amount the deceased

owed me. Poker the other night.

Duke, think of something else. I have.

Judge, there was only one bullet

found in the body of the deceased.

You can't hold both of us.

It's not legal.

Don't get technical.

You got a point, Eagan.

Yes, and he's pointing it at me. Quiet.

Ma'am, we have to keep this thing

legal. We've got to let one go.

Which one do you prefer?

Well... ain't much

to pick from, is there?

The little one looks good, but maybe

the big one would be a better worker.

Ahem. Judge, you have no

objections if we gamble for this?

There's no law against gambling

providing it's honest.

I'll play it as honest

as you would. Go ahead.

Take a card.

Any one? Any card. I won't even look.

Don't look at it! You

didn't give me a chance.

Don't try to cheat.

Play it on the up and up.

What card were you thinking of? What card?

What card were you thinking of?

C'mon, get it over with.

I was thinking of the nine of clubs.

Oh, no. It was the eight of spades.

That's the card you were

thinking of? That was the card.

How do you know it was the

eight of spades? Just a minute!

What does that look

like? The eight of spades.

That ain't fair. Just a minute, please.

You, you, you! I'll leave

it to the judge. Judge?

That's the way I'd have done

it. That's what I thought.

Good-bye, ol' pal.

I'm going to miss you.

On my way to California, I'm

going to be alone and desolate,

left with nothing but fond

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