Dodge City Page #2

Hold my horse, son. I

won't be but a minute.

Take your time, Pop, but

get all that's coming to us.

- Come along, boys, this is the place.

- Here's the Texan!

You look great tonight, Ruby.

I sure like that new dress.

- Thanks, darling.

- Just for luck.

You don't need any more luck.

That's right, I don't, not

as long as I've got you.

That's me.

- Hello, Surrett, I was looking for you.

- Hello, Matt.

You ready to see me?

- I was on my way up to get your money.

- I'll go with you.

Mind waiting a few minutes?

I got some business first.

I don't mind. But don't

try and run out on me.

This is the last chance I'm giving you.

Don't worry. I'm gonna take

care of you in a minute.

Come on over and wet your whistle.

- Hey, Jack.

- Yes, sir?

Give Mr. Cole anything

he wants, on the house.

Yes, sir. What'll it be, Mr. Cole?

- A glass of beer, please.

- Yes, sir.

Nice-looking bunch of steers

we shipped today, Cole.

Yeah. They'd look a lot better

if I'd been paid for them.

What do you mean?

Haven't we always paid?

Not from what I've heard.

Maybe you've been

listening to too much talk.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Are you calling me a liar?

I'm not calling you anything, Yancey. In

fact, I'd rather not talk to you at all.

- Keep your hand off that gun!

- Why, I...

"... in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection of the dead.

"Our Father which art in

heaven, hallowed be thy name.

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be

done, as in heaven, so in earth.

"Give us day by day our daily

bread, and forgive us our debts...

"as we also forgive everyone

that is indebted to us.

"And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil. Amen. "

To have him go this way.

It's so cruel, so useless.

You promised you wouldn't cry, Mom.

John, will you look after Mrs. Cole?

You don't have to, Mr.

Orth. I can take care of her.

That's right, Harry. You're

the man of the family now.

Funeral's over.

There's your man, Marshal.

Serve your warrant.

It's about time those

guerrillas were taken in hand.

What are you waiting for? Go on.

Don't push me. I know my duties.

Hello, Marshal.

Yancey, I've got a warrant here

to arrest you for the murder of...

Matt Cole.

Why don't you go ahead and serve

it? What are you waiting for?

- Mind riding back into town with me?

- Yeah.

That's all right, Yancey. You go

ahead and ride in with the Marshal.

Why, sure, Marshal. Come along.

Come on, boys. Come on, Al.

After all, the law's the law.

Now, just a minute, Marshal.

- This is your...

- Now, hold on there, boys.

- Wait a minute.

- Get him in there, boys. Hurry up.

Come on, boys. We'll ride

him out of town in style.

What's the use of trying to make

an honest town of Dodge City?

Surrett's crowd scares off the

honest, law-abiding settlers.

They're all going on to

Wichita and Kansas City.

I tell you, Ellen, we're the

public disgrace of America.

You know what the New

York newspapers are saying?

There's no law west of Chicago,

and west of Dodge City, no God.

I'm afraid they're not far wrong.

It's becoming unsafe for a woman

to walk on the streets in this town.

And as for children...

I almost wish Lee and Abbie

weren't coming to live with us.

They'll be all right, unless they're

as bullheaded as their father was.

We haven't had a word from

them since they reached Texas.

When do you suppose

they're gonna get here?

I kept a record somewhere.

- I always used to...

- They're on the table.

Yeah, the dates.

They left Fort Worth three weeks

ago with a cattle-drive party.

Now, let's see.

Yeah, they must have crossed

the Red River about here...

then on up the Chisholm Trail

into the Indian territory.

I'd say they'd be about

Broad Plain by now.

Tex.

- Have you seen my brother?

- Yes'm.

He's over yonder somewhere

hotfooting it around.

He swiped one of the boss's horses

and I reckon he sure is drunk again.

I consider that a very

impertinent remark.

Yes'm, I guess maybe I

shouldn't have said he's drunk...

even if he is drunk.

I don't know what I'm

going to do about you.

Broad Plain, huh?

This is where the Indians

are supposed to be?

Yes. If you keep up the

fuss you're making...

you'll have them right on our doorstep.

I wish they would attack us.

It's dull plugging along

like this day in and day out.

It's dull, but that's no reason

for you to act like a lunatic.

Maybe they don't even know

we're here. Let's tell them.

Stop it!

Was that you who fired

those shots, Mr. Irving?

- Sure it was him.

- Sure it was. What about it?

Nothing, except it seems like

a silly waste of ammunition.

He won't do it again. He was just bored.

Faith, now, that's a great shame.

- So am I.

- Really? Well, I'm sorry.

Perhaps things will get enlivened for

you if that shooting stampedes the cattle.

Since you seem to know

what troubles him...

I'd suggest you see he drinks less.

Them two youngsters is more

trouble than they're worth.

I'll certainly be glad to hand

them over to their uncle in Dodge.

She sure is pretty, though.

Yes. I'd still trade the two

of them for one good cigar.

All right, this is it! Tex! Rusty!

Tex, get the steers watered.

Rusty, line up the wagons

at the bottom of that slope.

- Get moving, flat neck.

- Hush, I'll get moving.

All right, folks, we're bedding down.

Watch your cook fires,

now. The grass is awful dry.

- Don't you wander off.

- Ma, I'm hungry.

All right, get your teams

hooked up. We're pulling out.

- Move as soon as you're ready.

- Tex, get the herd started.

Wade, you better watch

old bullet head here.

I caught him riding

in the wagon yesterday.

- Hush. I was...

- Hush up.

Good morning, Mrs.

Harper. Did you rest well?

- Thank you. Fine.

- Good.

Be sure you boil that

water before you drink it.

I'll bet two minutes after you were born,

you were telling the doctor what to do.

Think so? I'm sorry, Miss Irving.

You know, it's really

no fun playing boss...

but someone's gotta say what's

to be done, haven't they?

You know, out here...

a trail boss has sometimes got

to take the law into his hands.

Yes. "Pioneering," I believe

you call it, don't you?

That's right. You don't

seem to be enjoying it much.

Enjoying it?

Can anyone enjoy being jolted

along week in and week out...

through a nightmare of heat and dust...

with sand in your teeth, eyes, and hair?

Faith, now. If you didn't like sand,

maybe you shouldn't have left home.

I wouldn't have.

But we didn't have much

choice after Father died.

I see. I'm sorry.

Here, can I take that?

It looks heavy for you.

No, thanks. I can manage it.

I'm sure you can manage a bigger

one in each hand, if you wanted to.

But why should you?

- Because I happen to be in a hurry.

- We'll wait for you.

There. See?

If everyone in the camp obeyed orders

as willingly and charmingly as that...

we wouldn't have any trouble at all.

My brother and I seem to be causing

you a great deal of trouble, Mr. Hatton.

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