True Grit Page #4

I intend to kill Tom Chaney with it

if the law fails.

This'll sure get the job done,

if you can find a fence post to rest it on

while you take aim!

I'm afraid nothing'll be done

about Chaney unless I do it myself.

- I don't think you've got $50.

- After my horse-trading, I'll have it.

Do you know the robber

Lucky Ned Pepper?

I know him... well!

I shot him in the lip last August

over at Winding Stair Mountains.

He was lucky that day,

my shooting was off!

Well, I think Chaney's

tied up with him.

- Yeah?

- Yeah!

- Ned Pepper, huh?

- Yeah...

Baby sister, I don't think

you can get $50.

But I'll take you home

and give you supper.

We'll talk it over, make medicine.

How does that suit you?

Right down to the ground.

I'd like to meet your family.

This is my father, Chen Lee.

And my nephew,

General Sterling Price.

You want more, Missy?

I've had enough,

and enough is as good as a feast.

I've never seen chopsticks work before.

Chopsticks save the fingers.

- Gimme your cup.

- I don't drink coffee, thank you.

- Well, what do you drink?

- I'm partial to cold buttermilk.

Well, we ain't got none of that.

We ain't got no lemonade either.

Let's get to the game.

- My deal?

- Yes, sir.

- What about my proposition?

- Thinking on it.

Sounds like a mighty easy way

to make $50 to me.

Don't crowd me, I'm figuring expenses.

How you can play cards, drink whisky

and think detective at the same time?

Well, if I have to go up against

Ned Pepper, it'll cost $100, I figure.

And 50 in advance.

- You're trying to take advantage of me.

- They're my children's rates!

It isn't going to be easy

smoking old Ned out.

He'll be holed up

down that Indian Nation.

Well, I'm not going

to keep you in whisky!

I don't buy that, I confiscate it!

A touch of it wouldn't do you

any harm against the night air!

It's the real article,

genuine double-rectified bust-head!

Aged in the keg.

I would not put a thief in my mouth

to steal my brains.

Well, sis, my price is $100.

There it is. Want to make medicine?

I will think about your proposition.

You better walk me

over to the boarding house.

You are a lot of trouble.

Wait till I finish this hand.

You can't tell what's in a Chinaman's

mind. That's the way he bests you!

I go.

Scat!

Mr Rat...

My writ here says you must stop

eating Chen Lee's cornmeal forthwith.

It's a rat writ, writ for a rat,

and this is lawful service of same.

See, he doesn't pay any attention to me.

Outside is the place for shooting!

I'm serving some papers.

That was your job in the first place!

You can't serve papers

on a rat, baby sister.

You've got to kill him or let him be.

Are you going to drink all of that?

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