Three Violent People Page #2

everything that's happened to you.

Nothing different ever happens.

Just the same thing over and over.

The little girl from the well-off family

who teaches school...

just to wile away her time.

I may decide to take up teaching again.

Teaching is genteel.

Carefully selected children, of course.

I bet the gentlemen

knock each other down...

to show how polite they can be

to a real dyed-in-the-wool lady.

You did have a different raising

from most of us. School and all.

I often wonder how come you wound up

arm-in-arm with the likes of me.

Hunger's a very powerful motive...

and you're the nicest person

I ever found to be arm-in-arm with.

Speaking of hunger...

I don't expect it in the immediate future.

Here, put these in your safe, will you?

They weigh a ton.

Gold is heavy,

but I'm still very fond of it.

This poor but proud act of yours

must work.

I'll want a room.

I have to lay low for a few days.

The angry gentleman

who formerly owned the $900?

Yes.

Big, wild character named

Colt Saunders. Do you know him?

Colt Saunders?

Where did you leave him?

Sleeping peacefully, I hope.

You listen to me. He'll take this

town apart, not because of the money.

He owns all the land

from here to Texas.

But because the Saunders

are made that way.

He once chased a rustler all the way

into Mexico for 20 scrawny cows...

when he owned thousands. They're

always willing to get killed or kill...

if they think they're right.

They always think they're right.

Don't you see, Lorna?

When he wakes and finds...

Now you listen to me.

I've got a little room way up in the attic.

We're gonna plant you there

until we decide what to do.

I'll make out a receipt.

Make it out to Capt. Colt Saunders.

You're crazy. I'm telling you, you'd

better crawl up in my attic and hide.

No, I want the nicest room in the place.

Just make out the receipt

to Capt. Colt Saunders.

They've got a saying in Texas:

"The Rio Grande changes its course...

"but the Saunders don't."

- Hello.

- You were unconscious.

That fight was a little fast

for introductions.

- I'm Colt Saunders.

- Miss Lorna Hunter.

Well, now that you're all right...

- My head's spinning.

- Oh, dear.

I always wanted to see what women

carried in one of these knapsacks.

You savage!

You brute!

Quiet down now.

I don't mind giving you a share,

but not all.

- Let me go, you...

- Savage? Brute?

Sodbuster!

All right, angel, where's the money?

Are you going to give it to me,

or do I have to shake it out of you?

You see, $900 is just much too much...

for services so far rendered.

Well, sir, you up and healthy already.

- Yes, sir, I see you healthy.

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