Young Bill Hickok Page #2

Say, this is a lotta money, Mr. Waddell.

Well, it's not much for what you've done.

Jumpin' Jehosaphat, a million dollars!

- Two thousand, Uncle Gabby. | - Oh, what's the difference?

When figures has more'n two goose eggs | behind 'em, it's all the same to folks like us.

Well, we hope to see you up and about soon, Bill.

- Thanks! | - Take good care of 'em, Gabby.

Oh, you can depend on me and Calamity.

Hey! How about them horses we brung to restock the relay?

I'll send a couple o' men down to take 'em off your hands.

- You're rich, Bill! | - What are ya gonna do with all that money?

I'd have had a good use for it a few months ago.

I was bent on buying a home then.

You must have been figuring on getting hitched.

- Yep. | - What happened, Bill?

Did she shake ye?

So hard my teeth rattled.

She musta been plumb loco!

Nice young feller so much as looked at me and --

You'd have hogtied 'em quicker'n he coulda said...

Louise!

Oh, I couldn't marry a feller named Louise.

Say, that's what you kept calling when you --

I guess I must have heard you, Bill.

I came just as fast as I could.

Uncle Gabby, she's her.

- Are you alright? | - I'm speechless, but I'm sure glad.

Just a minute. I want you to meet Ms. Mason.

Louise, this is Calamity Jane, | or Miss Canary, in polite society.

Oh, I never get in it, so just call me Calamity.

- Howdy. | - How do you do?

- Gabby Whitaker. | - And I'm her uncle.

Don't I have the darnedest luck?

Meanin' me?

You know, that pony's gone lame. | We gotta go see about it.

We ain't got no lame pony.

Well, then come on out and help me trip one.

Bill, were you badly hurt?

I'd take a shootin' two ways | from Sunday to get you here.

You didn't have to do that.

I know I didn't have to, but it helped.

You're here.

Yes, and I'm sorry.

Quarreling about the north and south was silly.

Lotta folks are doin' it nowadays.

Not us. From now on, the south is gonna | have to take care of itself.

I'm taking care of you.

North don't know it, but they sure | won themselves a victory.

I'll have you well in no time.

Oh, no hurry. I'm lookin' forward | to a long and slow recovery.

It ain't proper to be spyin' on | a young couple a-courtin'.

What's he doin' now?

Uncle Gabby, he's a-puttin' his arm around her.

- He ain't! | - He is!

And now he's kissin' her!

He is?

Where is this Morrell? We're losing time, | valuable every day of it.

Why don't we hear from him?

Speak of the devil.

Look!

At the back door tonight, quick, | before he comes here now.

Right.

Come to Tower's office around midnight tonight.

Back door'll be unlocked. Better not hang around here.

You realize how much time we've lost?

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