Yellow Sky Page #5

We're talkin' about who's boss.

[Chuckles]

Personally I don't care who's boss...

long as we get that gold.

Now you're talkin'.

[Gunshots]

No sense bangin' away like that, Mike.

You're just usin' up good bullets.

If I could just get one of'em,

it might change their minds.

Looks like they got gold all right.

- Yeah, that's what we've been tellin' you.

- Let's get it.

My way. Understand?

Gonna get mighty hot

up on that hill after a while.

Them two'll get good and thirsty.

All we gotta do is sit tight.

Sit tight?

Like a bunch of scared rabbits?

- Well, there's six of us. Let's root 'em out.

- Go ahead.

It couldn't be that you're worrying about

somebody else getting killed, could it?

You and Lengthy get in the house...

and see if you can find out

where they got the ammunition hid.

Cinch they couldn't

carry it all up there.

You and Bull Run

look around the barn.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

Whew.

Mighty hot sun.

Almost tempts a man

to drink water.

Well, I declare!

There's one of them

wavin'a flag of truce.

[Laughs]

Tryin'everything, I guess.

It don't seem exactly right

to shoot a man wavin' a white flag, Mike.

I'll teach them to come around here,

chasin' us out of our house.

Wait till he gets up a little closer.

You can always get him

if he gets nasty.

That's close enough.

[Voice Echoing]

It's the only white shirt we got

in the outfit. Belongs to Dude.

He's kind of particular.

Don't wanna get it dirty.

Look, I shaved.

Changed my shirt too.

Smell like a lily.

Even combed my hair, right

around the part you gave me.

What do you want?

I thought maybe you and me

could make a deal.

There's only one deal

we'll make with you:

Get out of Yellow Sky and stay out,

or we'll shoot the lot of you.

Them bullets of yours ain't gonna last

forever. We found your ammunition.

Soon as you use up the ones you got,

my boys are gonna come up and get you.

Well, at least you

won't be among 'em.

Oh, don't a flag of truce

mean nothin' to you?

With thieves like you?

Now, nobody's gonna hurt you

if they can help it.

But we know you got gold,

and we're gonna get it.

Come on back to the house and tell us where

it's hid. Maybe we'll cut you in for some.

You might as well be comfortable

while you're gettin' robbed.

Ask him what kind of a deal.

You can't make a deal

with him, Grandpa.

Fifty-fifty's better than nothin'.

Anyhow, it don't do no harm to ask.

Sit down and keep your hands in sight.

We haven't made up our minds yet

what we're gonna do with you.

Get down!

Dirty, double-crossin'-

Grandpa!

[Groaning]

Oh, I gotta get you back to the house.

It's bleedin' bad.

Oh, I've bled before.

[Groaning]

[Gunshots]

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