Virginia City Page #5

our business, how about you?

Since you joined us a few miles back, I

suppose you live in this part of the country.

- Cattle business?

- No, no.

Maybe you could say I handle hardware.

- Full line?

- Oh, full enough.

- Hardware.

- Here is one of my samples.

You take this, Mr. Marblehead.

I'm a trifle gun shy.

Any of you gentlemen

happen to be carrying a gun?

No, no, no, not me. I never touch them.

All I want's a pocket full of rocks.

Guns are for warlike people.

What made you ask?

This country isn't as soft

around here as this gentleman thinks.

- Did you ever hear of John Murrell?

- No. Who is he?

You mean, Murrell's guerrillas?

Sure we've heard of them.

They're a pack of murderous skunks.

Hey, you are right.

- Beautiful work, don't you think?

- Yes.

These things make me nervous.

Thank you.

This is his stamping ground.

Murrell specializes in stagecoaches.

He wouldn't dare

hold up the United States mail.

I'd protest to the Post Office Department

immediately.

Murrell wouldn't be after the mail.

Not with five business men like us,

carrying between us maybe 15- Or $20,000.

Yes, that's right.

We would be a pretty good haul at that.

That's what I figured. Now there isn't

any point in making any trouble.

If you'll hand over quickly what you have,

nobody will get hurt.

Well, doggone if you'd take

a man's father's watch.

Dadgum.

Quickly.

Now you.

I take it you're Mr. Murrell?

You are a smart fellow.

Come on, hand over, if you please.

But that's the point. I don't please.

Don't be funny, mister.

This gun has a hair trigger.

- Don't be a fool, Kerry, he might shoot.

- Go on, give him the doggone money.

It won't go off. Would you like to bet?

Oh, please, Mr. Bradford...

Why, Miss Hayne.

Such solicitude is very touching.

You were saying, sir?

I do not particularly want to shoot you,

mister, but I do not mind.

If you'll look back out of the window,

you will see why.

- Guerrillas.

- Yes, Murrell's guerrillas.

I think I outdraw you, eh, mister?

Maybe. I've only got one pair,

but that ought to be enough.

Don't reach for that. Get them up.

I thought that little derringer of yours looked

a little bit too well used to be a sample.

In any case, I didn't like your face.

As a matter of fact, I still don't.

See if he's got another gun, Moose.

Give me that stuff.

Give me that money.

You leather-headed...

Your purse, madam.

I'll say he's in the hardware business.

Driver.

Now, Mr. Murrell...

...you're gonna tell your little boys playtime

is over and you're coming along with us.

Driver, pull up.

Now then,

start talking and make it quick and fast.

Come on.

Put up your guns, boys.

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