Jim and Artie ride into the town of Justice, Nevada, population 132. Artie is enthused to be on vacation and far away from the maddening throng. The townspeople immediately lasso them and Sheriff Blayne Cord tells them to dismount. The agents have no choice and do so, and Jim asks if Cord has them confused with someone else. A townsman identifies them as road agents and the agents are taken to a gallows. Cord declares sentence on them and Jim uses a hidden sleeve gun to fire a flare bullet. The agents use the distraction to take a knife from one of their hangmen, cut themselves free, and take their guns...Read the full recap
Jim and Artie having their guns and horses impounded.
Lucrece Posey points a gun at Jim.
Artie disguised as Ascot Sam surrounded by Pinto and Brutus, as the real Ascot Sam arrives.
Jim and Artie aboard the Wanderer
hearing about their new assignment.
Artemus: You know, it's the free sarsaparilla that always gets me. Look, we're on vacation anyway. What do you say we just spend a day or two right here in Justice?
James: Bingo, dancing in the streets--how can we go wrong?
Lucrece Posey: First, let me introduce you to the gentlemen who will take care of this matter. Gallito, you know. On my right, Brutus. He dearly loves to smash things. And Cyril, who loves to play with matches. Snakes Tolliver, an explosives expert, and Pinto, a very quiet gentleman who has gone into considerable research in the area of pain... inflicting it, of course. And finally Sergei, from the Steppes of Russia. He dearly loves to eat. Someday he'll swallow the whole world. Hope it won't give him indigestion.
Lucrece Posey: Now, my question is, who tipped you off?
James: Do you mind repeating that last question?
Lucrece Posey: I said who... why should I repeat it?
James: Because when you say "tipped," your nose crinkles adorably, do you know that?
Lucrece Posey: Mr. West...
James: And another point I'd like to admit. if you'd quit hiding behind that tomboy outfit. I mean, really, you could be quite spectacular. Why don't you get yourself into something silky and soft and, uh... revealing?
Artemus: Right. I kind of wish I had my gun with me. Makes a nice security symbol
James: Trouble with you is you're spoiled.