Tombstone Page #8

Because he's handsome

and he's charming and...

He's all right.

For now.

Oh, I know, don't say it,

I'm rotten.

I've tried to be good.

It's just so boring.

The way you talk.

Never heard a woman

talk like that?

Never.

I don't have time to be proper.

I wanna live.

I'm a woman.

I like men.

If that means I'm not ladylike,

then I guess I'm just not a lady.

- At least, I'm honest.

- You're different.

There's no arguin' that.

But you're a lady,

all right.

I'll take my oath on it.

- Giddap! Come on!

Is that the opium

Lou gave you?

It's a new bottle,

isn't it?

You better go easy

on that stuff.

Wyatt, leave me alone.

- And where've you been?

- Just out.

- Hmm.

- Ridin'.

- How're you feelin', Mattie?

Uh, uh...

I don't know. Uh...

I'm all right.

I'm fine.

- You sure?

- Su... I'm sure.

Well, I was

thinkin' today,

we've already made

a pile of money in this place.

If we pulled up stakes

and just moved on, you know,

then we could stay on the move,

keep goin', see the world.

Just... live on room service

for the rest of our lives.

How'd that be?

Room serv...

Wyatt, what're you

talkin' about?

Nothin'. I just...

Just thinkin' out loud,

and you know I...

Nothin'.

Forget about it.

Ow!

What's she doin' with that lunger?

Hey!

Hey!

Is that 'Old Dog Trey'?

That sounds like 'Old Dog Trey' to me.

Pardon?

You know, Stephen Foster.

'Oh! Susanna,'

'Camptown Races.'

Stephen stinkin' Foster!

Uh, yes, well,

this happens to be

a nocturne.

- A which?

- You know,

- Frederic f***ing Chopin.

Oh, yeah.

Boy, I feel great.

I feel... just...

capital.

- Yaahhh!

- Do you see what's

going on in the street?

- Somebody's gotta do something.

- I believe you're the sheriff.

No, no, no, no. This is

not county business. This is

a town matter. Marshal?

Yaahhh!

- Why don't you just leave it alone?

No, I, uh...

I gotta do somethin'.

Wah-hoo-wahhh!

Here's your down card.

- Curly Bill!

Come on now.

Well, howdy, Fred.

Hand those over, Curly.

Hand 'em over.

Why, sure, Dad.

I'm only funnin'.

Here you go.

Fred?

Come on now. Fred?

- Got ol' Fred White!

- Hey, everybody!

Better get him

off the street.

Fred White's dead! They killed him.

They killed Fred White!

- All right, back off.

- Get a rope! String him up!

- Nobody's hangin' anybody.

- He just killed a man!

Then he'll stand trial for it.

Now get back! Move!

Turn him loose!

He said to turn

loose of him.

- Well, I'm not; so, go home.

I swear to God, law dog, you don't

step aside, we'll tear you apart.

All right, you die first.

Get it?

Your friends might get me

in a rush, but not before

I make your head into a canoe.

- He's bluffin'. Let's rush him.

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