Culpepper Cattle Company, The Page #3

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There's enough. Why?

Could be we're interested.

Huh.

You-You don't look like

no stock buyers to me.

What do stock buyers

look like, mister?

- Hmm?

- Come on.

He ain't gonna give you the damn card.

He never could shuffle anyway.

- Let me finish shufflin'.

- Huh?

- Well, you're takin' all day.

- All right, you shuffle, goddamn it.

Leave me alone,

you son of a b*tch.

- It's him.

- Who?

The one-eyed man

who stole the horses.

What do you want to do now?

- Put your ante up.

- You'd better be sure, boy.

- I'm sure.

- Bartender.

You want something, mister?

Cover him, kid.

Take it easy.

If he moves, kill him.

We're looking for some horses.

I understand you got a lot of 'em.

Well, here's a man

who wants to buy some horses.

I didn't say that.

Well, then, uh...

what did you say, friend?

- Three cards.

- I said I'm looking for some horses.

I was just watching

the game, mister.

Maybe it's best you just

tell me where they are.

We ain't got no horses.

- Yeah, you do.

- Who says?

The kid. The one

you stomped last night.

I didn't stomp any kid.

We ain't got no horses.

Where are the horses?

- I don't know nothin' about no-

- The horses!

I'm not gonna

ask you again, mister.

Listen, I- I didn't have

any part in this. I-

I don't know anything.

I want to go home.

I want to go home. L-

I was just watching.

Just watching. I swear it.

Sh*t!

Ah.

For a reformed man,

I could've sworn...

you looked like

you was enjoying that.

Please.

This one's still breathing.

Get up.

- Can you hear me?

- Get me a doc. Please.

We will. But first, you tell me

where you put those horses.

- A gully just outside of town.

- Which way?

It's about a mile east.

Where the road forks.

- You believe him?

- Yeah.

- Is he dead?

- Deader 'n hell, kid.

Deader 'n hell.

Come on, kid.

Let's get the horses.

Will you guys

hold it down out there?

You're gonna get dust

in your grub!

Thought you were gonna

get rid of the kid.

Sure as hell ain't worth it.

You just like to travel.

Best part is gettin' into town...

or gettin' out of town.

In-between is lousy.

The same with women.

Goddamn you, kid.

I told you to

stay out of my way.

What the hell is goin' on here?

- Ah, this crazy son of a b*tch slugged the kid.

- He took my gun.

I was just lookin' at it, Mr. Culpepper,

honest. I didn't mean-

- Shut up.

- Nobody calls me a son of a b*tch.

That's right. The gun was lying

on the blanket. The kid just picked it up.

That ain't no reason

to slug anybody.

You want to try to do

something about it?

You gonna do anything

about this, Frank?

- No business of mine.

- Frank?

It's just you and me.

It was my fault.

I shouldn't have picked it up.

Go on, beat it, kid.

It's your move.

Mr. Culpepper, this ain't right.

I don't want no fight.

I ain't done nothin'.

I ain't no damn gunslinger.

Why, I don't want no trouble.

You called me a son of a b*tch.

Nobody calls me a son of a b*tch.

Nobody.

I take it back. I take it back.

No.

I'm waiting.

Well, ain't anybody

gonna do anything?

- I'm still waiting.

- Well, to hell with it.

You son of a b*tch, you.

I told you I was gonna do that, didn't I?

Nobody calls you

a son of a b*tch, huh, Russ?

Well, I wasn't talking

about you, Frank.

'Cause you're a rotten

son of a b*tch.

You give me any more trouble,

I'll blow your damn head off.

You understand?

- I said, understand?

- Yeah!

Mr. Culpepper, I'm sorry.

I-I didn't mean nothin'.

You just cost me a good man, boy.

So from now on,

you better make yourself real small.

Damned if I wouldn't rather

be robbing banks.

Yeah. Sure as hell hope

they got one in Fort Lewis.

We just might do that.

There's water,

right over the hill.

- Let 'em go!

- Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Come on, move 'em up!

Get around there, Ben!

Hyah! Hyah!

We're going into town

to try to find out...

who owns this land...

- before we get our heads shot off.

- Yeah.

While we're gone, take a couple of the boys

and try to get that fence back up.

Yes, Mr. Culpepper.

You do look awfully pretty.

Get your horse and you follow 'em.

I-I need supplies.

Now, I need

two sacks of flour...

a sack of beans,

big bag of Arbuckles...

and potatoes and onions,

if they got 'em.

All right, I'll remember that.

Well, tell it back

to me anyway.

Two sacks of flour,

a sack of beans...

a big bag of Arbuckles.

Taters and onions, too,

if they got 'em.

Smart-alecky kid.

Should be home with your ma.

- Uh, whiskey all around?

- Just pour it.

You gentlemen just

passing through, or...

y-you plan on

stayin' for a while?

Who owns that piece of grazing land

just west of here, by the river?

Uh, that'd be,

M-Mr. Thorton Pierce.

Thorton Pierce?

Yeah. He owns practically

everything around here.

Got some business.

I'd like to talk with him.

H-Hector.

Y-You run and find

Mr. Pierce, do you hear?

We'll have another.

Yes, sir.

Pour.

While you gentlemen

are waitin'...

I got something

you might enjoy...

passing the time with.

Such as?

Out in that back room there...

is a n-nice little lady.

Genuine...

f-former virgin.

I p- I paid $60

for her in Santa Fe...

just last month.

- How old is she?

- How much?

I- I'll tell you what-

Uh, let's see,

there's, uh, there's...

six of you...

I'll make it f-four dollars

for the lot...

and- and you can

chip away all you want.

And what about the kid?

Think he ought to go half price?

Tell you what...

four dollars, and I'll

throw in the whiskey.

That sounds good.

What do you think, Russ?

I think we should

take a look at her.

Come on, Dixie.

Come on, Dixie.

You really pay $60 for that?

I-It's the honest truth, mister.

Well, sh*t, you sure got took.

Hey, Russ?

Why don't we let

the kid go first?

Yeah.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

- Come on, kid, go get in there.

- You get it while it's hot.

Ma'am.

Oh, Lord.

Kid!

Well, what's this I hear...

about somebody wants to

talk business with me?

You Mr. Pierce?

Frank Culpepper.

Those your cattle

sittin' on my land?

Yep. We're drivin' 'em to Colorado.

I don't care where

you're drivin' 'em.

Right now they're

drinkin' my water...

and eatin' my grass.

That's why we rode in,

to make an arrangement.

You should've thought of that

before you drove...

your pretty little cows

onto my property.

- We'll pay a fair price.

- You will?

Well, that'll be

up to me to decide.

I sell my grazing rights

for 30 cents a head per day!

I'll tell you what, $200.

We'll be out of there tomorrow night.

The way I figure it, you owe me $200

right up to now.

And the price, why,

it keeps goin' up all the time.

- Like hell.

- Keep out of this.

We'll move 'em out- today.

Uh-uh.

First off I gotta have

my damages...

for trespassing.

The 200 will do for a start.

No, it sure as hell won't.

You ain't got no choice, mister.

Mr. Culpepper?

So first off you...

just drop your gun belts

on the floor.

'Cause all I gotta do is spit.

Now drop 'em. All of you!

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