Conagher Page #5

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You're loco. Plumb, completely loco.

Just loco enough | to give you a running start.

Damn!

You get over there and get my horse.

Hell, you're so weak, you can hardly stand.

You want to see how weak I am, | try for your gun.

No. You got just enough sand left in you | to kill me.

Get over there. Go on, get over there.

Si. Montana. That's a good idea.

You gonna kill him?

Kill him?

Kid, you don't know | what you're talking about.

I may be an outlaw, but I never | murdered anybody in cold blood...

and least of all an hombre.

What are we gonna do now?

Me and Pete are heading for Montana.

What about me, Smoke?

You stay here with him, | until he's well enough to ride...

and then you take him to Seaborn Tay.

He's worth more to this country | than that whole outfit.

If you ever get to be | half the hombre he is...

you come back and ride with me.

That is, if you think | you're still cut out for an outlaw.

Damn it, son.

Why do you have to go | tomcatting off across the country?

You could build yourself a nice place here.

Rightly, a piece of it's yours.

I'll be back some spring, | following the wild geese.

So long, Mr. Tay.

Adios.

I'm a damn fool.

Come here. Back. Damn it.

Beer.

Hey, Conagher.

How about a drink?

You buy, I'll drink.

What are you up to, Conagher?

Drifting again?

I got tumbleweed fever.

You, too?

Half the cowboys in the country | are chasing tumbleweed.

Somebody found a note on one of them. | That started the whole thing.

A note? What kind of note?

Some girl up north. | I guess she's from up north.

She's been writing notes | with poetry and things in them...

tying them to tumbleweeds.

Just goes to show you | what happens if you're alone too long.

How do you know she's alone?

That's what the notes look like.

Cowboys over east of here | are taking bets...

whether or not she's tall, skinny, | or short and fat...

blonde or brunette.

She's probably got a husband...

who's wider between the shoulders | than he is between the eyes.

She's probably got married | and had a couple of young ones...

since she wrote those notes.

How's that Mrs. Teale doing?

She had a hard winter, I guess.

I haven't talked to her | in two or three months.

I see her every time the stage coach | rolls past there. They always wave.

Mighty fine woman, Mr. Conagher.

You might want to ride out there | and pay her a visit.

No, I'm heading north.

I wonder whatever happened | to her husband.

Anything could have happened to him.

How many men do you know | just ride off and disappear?

Thanks, McCloud.

Howdy, Mrs. Teale.

Mr. Conagher.

Just passing through...

I thought I'd stop by and see | how you folks made it through the winter.

We've been fine.

I was just picking some greens. | Will you stay for supper?

Yes, ma'am, if you'll let me contribute.

I've got some things in my bag here | you might use.

That's very generous. I accept. Thank you.

Laban was asking about you the other day.

- How are you doing, son? | - Just fine, sir.

Hello, girl.

Come help me wash these.

- This is for your ma. | - Yes, sir.

I sure am glad you came back.

I'm sorry, ma'am. | I haven't got a clean shirt.

That's quite all right, Mr. Conagher. | Please sit down.

Thank you.

That was a fine meal, Mrs. Teale.

Thank you.

Goodnight, Mr. Conagher.

Goodnight, ma'am.

Thanks, girl.

You got a nice place here, Mrs. Teale.

I like to hear the wind in the grass.

Figured you'd pulled your freight.

Heard you quit on the old man.

Lot of good it did you, | risking your neck for Tay's outfit.

A couple of good men | are dead because of it.

Not because of anything I did. | I was just doing my job.

You weren't thinking I was doing mine.

You quit the old man when he needed you | and took up with the Five.

That's a damn lie.

We both know I'm not lying.

Never did like you, Conagher.

No, I never did.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm sure he came here to see you.

Doesn't matter.

You were about to say something.

Just before Mr. Mahler rode up, | you started to say something.

I don't recall.

Mrs. Teale, I reckon I'd better drift.

I know that you have things to do.

You've helped us.

We were having a bad time, you know.

- Well, ma'am... | - Yes?

I'll be coming back this way someday.

Maybe you ought to take this...

so you'll have something for me to eat | when I do.

I don't want to pay you, ma'am, | but I want to feel free to come back.

You don't have to leave money. | You can come anytime.

I hope you will.

We don't have much company...

now that the stage | doesn't stop here anymore.

It's very lonely.

Yes, ma'am.

It sure must be.

Goodbye, Mrs. Teale.

Goodbye, Mr. Conagher.

I'm as dumb as a post.

Hey, Conagher, I heard | you was stopping over at Mrs. Teale's.

I thought you two | was going to get together.

What have I got to offer that woman?

Don't ask me. Let her tell you.

As far as I'm concerned, | you're just a no-account saloon brawler...

- who'd rather fight than eat. | - That's it.

- Where are you going? | - I'm gonna go get drunk.

When I wake up, I'm heading north.

Hey, Sam, watch them. | I'm gonna go get a drink, myself.

A bottle of whiskey.

Heard you were in town.

So I came over here | to see what an honest man does...

when he's away from home.

Mahler, I'm minding my own business.

You got it stuck in your craw | 'cause you rode out and I didn't.

That was your business.

So let it lie.

Suppose I don't want to.

Everywhere I go I hear | what a tough man Conn Conagher is.

I ain't seen none of your graveyards.

Damn you, Conn. Listen to me!

Make sense and I'll listen. | Sit down, I'll buy you a drink.

All right, you don't want to drink, | pull up a chair and I'll order some grub.

We can just sit here and talk. | I ain't going nowhere.

That man you shot | in the hills back of Teale's...

was Shorty Sparks, my saddle partner.

That man was a damn rustler.

He tried to shoot me in the back.

You want a beating? You'll get it.

No man alive | has ever beat me with his fists.

Mr. Conagher.

I think you should come home now.

Home?

Mr. McCloud, help me. I'm afraid he's hurt.

Him? Hurt? | You couldn't hurt him with an axe.

Too much mule in him.

Why'd you come here?

We need you.

We all felt lost.

I don't know what.

I know what, we can make a start.

You wrote these notes, didn't you?

I remember out there that night | you said something...

about the wind on the grass.

I was lonely.

I had to talk...

to write to someone...

and there was no one.

There was, Evie.

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