There Was a Crooked Man... Page #4

- My lungs are gonna go ahead of my heart.

- Have consumption.

I don't care what part of you goes first.

- Your name Paris Pitman?

- Yeah.

- Junior?

- That's me.

Hey.

Hey, now, hold it.

Now, what's the trouble?

Why don't we talk about this?

You sure you got the right man?

Let's be reasonable.

That's it.

I've known Woody Lopeman for 15 years.

I'd give him the shirt off my back...

...but that don't mean

I'll let this town go down the drain.

Hold on there, Harry. It ain't like he was

an out-and-out cripple. He's doing his job.

The way I see it,

it's about time we got us a sheriff...

...who can treat that jailhouse scum

like they was meant to be.

- What do you mean by that?

- Face up to it, Billy.

He always did mollycoddle

those bastards.

Christ, look at how he got it. Asking

a robber to hand his gun over to him.

I don't care what the man's style is.

He kept this town clean and quiet.

He did his job good.

That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you.

He did his job, but he can't do it no more.

Doc, now, you know I'm right.

Can a sheriff with a busted-up limb

do his job? For my money he's...

Thought the two of us

were gonna have a talk.

I can't wait forever.

Things can get tougher, you know.

They can also get easier too.

It's up to you.

Go to hell!

- What was that?

- He said, "Go to hell."

Get to work!

This could be the beginning

of something big.

Such as what?

Such as we could be

running this place pretty soon.

They just must not like your face.

They keep trying to change it.

There's got to be a reason, Kid.

Somebody's got to have

something in mind.

Yeah, but whatever it is,

they're playing it close to the vest.

I couldn't find out nothing.

So, what are you gonna do?

Well, for one thing,

I've gotta get me some help.

Six to two he spits in your eye.

You got a bet.

Cabbage. My ma would have to whip me

before I'd eat it.

Well, I guess it's a matter of taste.

I notice you happen to like it. I hate it.

Here. Take mine.

I been watching you, Floyd.

What's going on inside you?

Nobody knows but you. Smart.

Real smart.

I hear you shot it out with a sheriff.

Cut him down to size, I hear, huh?

That's a pretty feisty thing to do,

if you did it.

I bet there ain't a man in this yard

with your guts.

If you did it.

Well...

I was...

I was drunk.

And I still beat him to the draw, by God.

Ain't that something?

You must be the goddamnedest shot

in this territory.

- Just one of the best.

- A sheriff?

He must have been crazy

to tangle with you.

- Well...

- Must have been a pretty big job.

Hey, you don't shoot a sheriff

if he caught you spitting on the floor.

I've had my share

of the big ones, all right.

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