Culpepper Cattle Company, The Page #2

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this little river.

Shouldn't take you more

than three or four hours.

You listening?

Yes, sir. Due south.

And then head west

right into the sun.

Over here is Castigo.

No more than

an easy day's ride.

You got it?

Yes, sir. Castigo.

I'll find it, Mr. Culpepper.

Go into the cantina,

and you ask for Russ Caldwell.

Russ Caldwell.

You tell him I've lost four men,

and I need him.

Two or three others as good as him

if he can find them.

A dollar a day and found.

You got that?

Yes, sir. I'll tell him.

A dollar a day and found.

Then get to goin'.

Now, I'm counting on you, boy.

Thank you, Mr. Culpepper.

Good-bye... Cook.

Damn kid.

He ain't never gonna

find his way back here.

Eh?

What did he say?

Oh, he wants to bet you can't

hold your hand on that jar...

and keep it there

when that snake strikes.

Yellow bastard!

Afraid of a snake!

- Excuse me, but I'm looking

for Mr. Russ Caldwell.

Thank you.

Mr. Russ Caldwell?

Huh?

You're looking at him.

Mr. Frank Culpepper-

Now cut that out!

What do you want, boy?

Go on. Say it.

Mr. Frank Culpepper

lost four men.

He need's you and two or three others

as good as you.

Dollar a day and found.

I can lead you

back to where they are.

Don't stand behind me, kid.

Well? You walk here?

I-I lost my horse.

There was only two of them.

Trappers.

They took my gun, too...

and Mr. Culpepper's horse.

Howdy.

Sh*t.

Get your stuff, kid.

He was moving.

Well, sh*t.

That's my gun.

Let him have 'em.

Frank.

This is Luke, Dixie Brick,

and this here's Missoula.

- They're all good men.

- Glad you brought 'em.

Uh, listen, Frank...

we're gonna have to make

more than a dollar a day.

Then you rode all the way

out here for nothing.

Don't turn you back

on me, mister.

Don't let your mouth

overload your hardware, cowboy.

Things have been tough, Frank...

and they're getting

harder all the time.

It's no fault of mine.

Dollar a day.

- Which one?

- Which one?

Which one have I been

talking about all this time?

No, there's no question, Wallop.

That woman was playing tunes.

You're getting worse all the time.

You ain't gonna find

anything like that in a small town.

- Small town, hell.

- I was in St. Louis one time.

I went to this sporting house...

and damn if there wasn't a little girl

in there who had three tits.

- Say what?

- Three tits.

One, two, three. Count 'em.

Each one of them just as ripe

and rosy as the other.

Now, boys,

I'll bear witness...

that was a sight to behold.

What was her name?

Her name?

Rosie.

Rosie McCormack.

You heard of her?

No...

but I heard of Hank McCormack.

They say he could shoot

the flame off a candle...

at 50 feet.

Not only that, on the next shot,

he'd fire it up again.

Is that a fact?

Old man Fuller...

well, that's someone

I know back home...

he said he saw

his trigger finger once...

in this big glass jar

over in Leffertsville.

Said it was the meanest looking

trigger finger he ever saw.

Mean and bony.

Boy, you don't watch out...

you gonna grow up to be

a worse liar than I am.

- Hey. You're rubbing off on that kid.

- Sh*t.

You call this found?

Nobody said you had to eat it.

I told you once before.

Don't stand behind me, kid!

How come they keep

calling me Little Mary?

That's your name, kid.

What's the matter?

Don't you like it?

No, I don't.

It's a girl's name.

Well...

that's what they call

a cook's helper.

Little Mary.

Christ, I wish you was a girl.

Sure is a nice horse.

What's his name?

You don't have to put a name...

on something

you might have to eat.

How are they?

They're tired, Frank.

They won't run tonight.

I'll remember you said that.

Missoula, Wallop,

you got the first round.

Russ, Dixie Brick,

you got the next.

Mr. Culpepper,

I'll go on night watch.

- Forget it.

- I can do it. Really.

I'm not tired or anything.

Hell, let the kid take my place.

I'll tell you what, kid, you can-

You can ride for me, too.

Well...

how do you know

the kid's any good?

You gotta sing to them cows.

I haven't heard that kid

let out with...

one single, solitary note.

You know, that's a fact.

You know, if you don't

sing to them cows just right...

they'll just wander off.

So come on. Why don't you

sing us a song?

Come on, sing. Come on!

Sing!

I'm not sure

how the rest goes.

That's enough.

Get your horse.

Hell, boy. You're gonna shoot

your damn foot off.

Who-Who's there?

Don't get excited, kid.

Just me. Wallop.

Oh, yeah. I thought it was you.

You got any tobacco?

No, I don't.

Figures.

It's all yours, kid.

Who's there?

You better come out here

right now.

Now you just stand right there.

I mean hold it.

Hell, boy.

You don't wanna shoot me.

Why'd you wanna do that?

Get back. Put your hands up.

Listen, boy.

I just wanna talk to you.

I wasn't tryin' to steal those horses.

I was just-

Oh, hell.

Yeah, you-you know

what I was doin'.

- Yeah. I was just-

- Get back.

All right. All right.

Okay. I'm-

I'm gonna tell you.

I'm gonna tell you

just exactly what I was doin'.

Whew.

Mighty nice horse.

What-

Frank, the remuda's gone.

Roll out, boys! Make it fast.

The horses are gone!

- What is it?

- How the hell should I know?

- Easy, kid.

- What the hell happened to you?

M-Mr. Culpepper, I-

- They jumped me.

- Who jumped you?

- They beat me up.

- Who?

I was riding along...

and I saw there was

some guy by the horses...

and- I didn't know

how many there were, and, uh-

Go on. Go on.

Well, there was a one-eyed man

and he started to talk to me.

Talkin' to you? What the hell do you mean?

He was talking to you?

- Yeah, just talkin' to me.

- Well, why the hell didn't you shoot him?

- I wanted to, Mr. Culpepper.

I swear to God I wanted to.

- But you didn't.

Well, I'm sorry, I-

Damn stupid kid.

I should've known better.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's get him back up.

Easy.

Missoula, go in there...

and find out where

we can get us some horses.

While you're in there...

get the kid a ticket

on the next stage.

Where to?

I don't give a damn

as long as we get rid of him.

Hey, ask if there's a doc in town.

Frank, how about a drink?

Let's get rid of the kid first.

Doctor's around back.

No stage till tomorrow night,

and he doesn't know nothin' about no horses.

Keep a watch on the horses.

Come now here, son.

What happened?

Well, you're young.

You'll mend fast.

You ready for that

drink now, Frank?

Yep.

Come on, kid.

Okay, drop in and go on

through there, friends.

Wait.

Give us a bottle.

That'll be two dollars a bottle.

Maybe we're not gonna

drink the whole bottle.

That don't make me no never mind.

It's still two dollars a bottle.

It might not be

worth two dollars.

- There's only one way you're gonna find out.

- Come on.

Okay. I'll call you.

Hey, how about

some glasses here?

There's only one way you can find out.

You gonna call or ain't you?

Say, friend, a town like this...

there ought to be

a lot of horses.

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