3 Godfathers Page #3

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William Kearney, ma'am.

I'm proud to make

your acquaintance, ma'am.

And you're Pete. Bless you.

S, seora.

Pedro Encarnacin Arango

y Roca Fuerte...

at your service, ma 'am.

Will you save my baby?

Yes, ma'am. I'll save him.

And I will help.

Me, too, ma'am.

Poor little son.

You'll be all alone in the world

when Mother leaves you...

won't you, sweetheart?

And you'll miss me so.

Nobody to tuck you into bed at night.

Nobody to teach you your prayers.

Nobody to kiss the little sore spots...

when you fall and hurt yourself.

Nobody to tell your little secrets to.

I want you, all of you...

to be my baby's godfathers.

You will be, won't you, Bob Hightower?

You will, Bill Kearney? Pedro? Promise me.

I will, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

It will be a big honor, seora.

And his name.

I call him Robert...

William Pedro...

Hightower.

And when he's a fine, big, brave man...

like his godfathers...

you tell him about his mother...

who so wanted to live...

for him.

Lift him up, please.

Let me kiss my baby.

It's getting dark.

We must be moving on...

Robert William...

All right, Kid, go ahead.

Is that all, Kid?

Them's all the words I know, Bob.

Then, amen.

Yes, sir.

The more I think of that big fella

in the Texas hat...

the more I admire him.

Hurry up there, Curly!

We're hurrying, Buck.

I get him behind bars

eating some of Ma's cooking...

I'm gonna play him a game of chess.

He'd be right good at it, too, I'll bet.

Pay attention here, you fellas.

Come on, pay attention.

Stock's ready.

Now, it stands to reason

that he'd head south for Mojave Tanks.

We should have reached there before

he did, two horses packing three men.

And I don't take him for any tomfool to go

rushing three men that's got Winchesters.

So I figured that his next move...

would be to push right on through here

to Apache Wells, where we are now.

I hate to admit it, but he's outguessed me.

They might have give out

in that sandstorm...

Not that breed of cat.

They could have made for Dobie,

down this way.

No, that's too far.

So's Dos Hermanas, down here.

They must have gone somewhere, Buck.

Yeah, and mighty cute, too.

He's doubled back on his tracks...

and holed up right here at Terrapin Tanks.

That's where we're going.

We ain't gonna waste no time.

Let's go collect him.

All right, Buck.

You fellas keep your eyes open

for strangers. Remember that reward.

- Okay, Buck.

- All right, Buck.

Tell Cousin Carrie Lou

I'll be dropping in around New Year's...

maybe with a new husband.

Gosh, Buck, we want to go with you!

You'd be a whole lot safer.

First thing, seems to me, we ought to give

Robert William Pedro a bath.

A bath?

I wasn't figuring on that at all.

I was thinking about feeding him.

I'm for tubbing him, all right.

Of course, sooner or later,

we've gotta swab him down.

But he's such a little fellow, Bob.

- He won't use much water.

- He'll fit nice into this dishpan.

I was just wishing he could stagger along

for a few days without bathing.

I don't know much about infants...

but little Robert boy here

looks clean enough for me.

Didn't you ask his mother nothing?

Do you think I was gonna

drive the lady crazy...

with a bunch of silly questions?

In my opinion, gentlemen, taking a bath

is the least of little Robert's troubles.

He's just naturally gotta eat and

wear something better than this towel.

It'll plumb scratch the hide off of him.

When a mother's gonna have a baby,

she fixes up things for him.

Sews clothes real nice...

and knits pretty little kickshaws

and what all.

Maybe there's something for our godson

in that tail box.

She had a heart, this mother.

She made really nice things for her baby.

Don't leave me out here all alone!

How long you gonna be?

They don't expect him to walk

in them things.

And he ain't gonna wear that.

Now, this is something.

This is really something.

Canned milk.

That thick stuff ain't fit to squirt in coffee.

She wasn't figuring to feed him coffee,

was she?

This is for Pedrito

when he fixes himself up...

and he touches his guitar

under the balcony of a seorita.

Bob, this is it.

Dr. Meechum on Caring for the Baby.

See what the doctor allows

about bathing a newborn.

Here is a Biblia.

A Bible book.

"Bathing the baby.

"Too much care cannot be exercised...

"in performing this most important part

of the baby's... "

There's a word here

I don't like to say in front of a little baby.

Spell it.

T- O-I-L-E-T-T-E.

Toi-letty?

What in the blazes is a toi-letty?

It's a... Don't you know?

I guess Robert boy ain't got no toi-letty

in his war bag.

No, seores.

Toi-letta, she is not an evil word.

A toi-letta is a little green tin bathtub...

about the size of my arm.

Costs dos pesos.

When we get to town...

we round up the best dad-blamed

green toi-letty money can buy.

Remember that, Pete. Crack along, Kid.

What's the doc got to say next?

"The first bath

should not be administered...

"until the baby is at least a week old. "

If I had a sick polecat,

I wouldn't send for that Doc Meechum.

A week without a bath.

That's all right for a grown boy...

that ain't supposed to bathe

between water holes...

or in town on Saturday night,

sparking his gal.

But a baby!

I'll lay my silver spurs the doc's wrong.

Come again, Kid.

"Immediately after birth, the nurse...

"should rub the baby's body with olive oil.

"Or if olive oil is not available...

"with some clean, pure lard or grease. "

Grease!

- That?

- Sure, grease. Wait a minute.

Grease.

- Who's gonna grease him?

- You. You are boss wrangler.

It don't sound regular, Bob, I'll admit,

but it's right here in the book.

I ain't convinced nohow.

This godson of ours is starting life

slippery enough without greasing him.

- But you got to follow the book, Bob.

- Sure!

Maybe it will prevent Pedrito from chafing

and from getting saddle blisters.

Me and you have always been...

Wouldn't you like...

No, it's all right.

Cut out the Mex lingo around the kid,

will you, Pete?

First thing you know, he'll be talking it.

We got to raise him

with good old American habla, like his ma.

Hand over the pot.

We'll slick him up a mite.

Easy, easy.

- Pull his legs over a little bit.

- Get your finger out!

All right.

Bob, you ain't throwing a half hitch

on a pack mule.

There. That will do it.

That kid's dideed, all right,

and dideed to stay.

Cut out that Mexican.

Ain't you feeling good, Kid?

My shoulder kind of throbs.

We'll spare you

a couple of swigs of water in a little bit.

You'll feel a lot better.

You better see

what the doc is dealing next.

Food. Eat.

No, I got it, Pete. I got it right here.

"Feeding the baby.

"The best and surest method...

"is the one which nature has provided. "

Say that again.

"The one which nature has provided. "

- Well, that's out.

- Here, this is comforting.

This is downright comforting.

The doc allows that

there's times when a newborn infant...

won't thrive on

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