Dodge City Page #3

No, just your brother.

You know, I think you spoil

him by mothering him, don't you?

Maybe I do.

May I make a suggestion?

Why don't you go...

Look here, Mr. Irving! This

ain't no picnic grounds.

Put up that gun before

you stampede them cattle.

Get down off your high

horse, will you, cowboy?

Watch me shoot the handle

right off of this one.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Hiya, Abbie.

You're just in time to witness an

exhibition of some real fancy shooting.

Put up that gun before

somebody takes it away from you.

Who's gonna take it away from me?

You're drunk, you don't

know what you're doing.

Don't start to lecture me.

I've had enough of that for now.

Lee, don't!

It's a run!

Tex, head in those leaders

and keep them milling.

See what you've done.

I hope you're satisfied.

I've been waiting to see some

action since this trip started.

You crazy galoot! You

saw what nearly happened.

What? Just gave you lazy cowhands

a little exercise, that's all.

Irving, you're giving us

a great deal of trouble.

- You're gonna force me to be unpleasant.

- Let me alone.

I'm not on your payroll,

and I'll do as I please.

No, you'll do as I please.

You people in the wagons

came to us for protection.

You paid for it, and you're getting it.

You'll obey orders until

we reach Dodge City.

You may not realize it,

but the Civil War is over...

and you're no longer

in the Army, Mr. Hatton.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

Sober up and stay sober, or

I'll confiscate your liquor.

If you lay a hand inside

our wagon, I'll blow it off.

Look, Irving...

we've got a very special treatment

for bad little boys like you.

You behave yourself or you'll ride

into Dodge City backwards on a mule.

You'll look very silly.

Now we're moving. You

better get started.

- Lee, be sensible.

- Let me alone.

I can hardly wait to see you on

that mule. You sure will look funny.

Take that stupid grin off

your face, you big hyena.

Drop that gun, Irving!

Drop it, I tell you!

You've killed him.

Here you are, Tex.

That's for Dr. Irving.

Take the shortcut into Twin Forks.

Bear left from there. It's

three hours to Dodge. Understand?

Sure I do, Wade.

I tried to explain in it. Tell him

I'll call on him when we get there.

I sure hope that doctor is more

understanding than his niece.

- Good luck. Get going, Tex.

- Goodbye.

Miss Irving.

I know how you must

feel about all this...

and I know how you must

feel about my part in it.

My shot was unavoidable.

I'd never have fired it

except to defend myself.

I've no words to tell you

how badly I feel about it all.

Will you leave me alone, please?

Well, so this is Dodge City, huh?

It sort of smells like

Fort Worth, don't it?

That's not the city

you smell. That's you.

We'd better get you to a bathtub before

somebody shoots you for a buffalo.

Gentlemen, can I hold your horse?

Lady, can I carry your basket?

Gentlemen, can I hold your horse?

Gentlemen, can I hold your horses?

I'll watch them real careful.

- What's the idea, sonny?

- I'm in business.

I'm the man of the family now.

You're certainly making an

early start. What do you charge?

A quarter just for keeping

an eye on your horses.

50 cents for watching them extra good.

All right, then. We'll take

$1 worth of the extra good.

Didn't Shakespeare

begin by holding horses?

- Who?

- Hey, stranger, where's the money?

So you don't get any

credit here, either?

Here you are.

- Thanks, mister. Much obliged.

- You're welcome.

William Shakespeare.

I never heard of him. What

part of Texas is he from?

Stratford-on-Avon.

- Good morning, boys.

- Good morning.

- You fellows look pretty dusty.

- We certainly are.

It's on us about an inch thick

for each state in the country.

What's the news in Dodge?

Just about the same as always:

gambling, drinking, and

killing. Mostly killing.

Had one here just the other night.

Coldest-blooded thing I ever heard of.

Man named Yancey shot Matt

Cole over at the Gay Lady.

Matt Cole? I used to know him

in Texas. What was the trouble?

What was the trouble? How

long since you been in Dodge?

Quite some time. We always

ship up through Wichita.

This town is run by a

man named Jeff Surrett.

Cole was trying to collect

for some cattle he sold.

$15,000, Surrett owed him.

Good morning, gentlemen.

How long before you'll be

through with this fellow?

In about 10 minutes, Mr. Surrett.

All right, hurry it up. I'm

gonna take a bath. Yancey.

I'm sorry, there's

somebody in there already.

Hey, shut that door!

There's a draft in here.

What's the idea, Charlie?

You know I always take a

bath on Saturday mornings.

Get that fellow out of there.

I'm sorry, I can't do that, Mr. Surrett.

He ain't been in there half an hour.

He's been in there long enough.

You tell him to get his clothes on.

All right.

- Wait a minute.

- What did you say?

My friend in there paid for that tub.

Much as you undoubtedly need

a wash, he needs it even more.

If it ain't our old friend Hatton.

Right. Quite a coincidence, isn't it?

You figuring on being

around Dodge City long?

No, just as long as it

takes me to finish my job.

Maybe longer, if I find it

interesting. Any objections?

No, I think we can make it

pretty interesting for you.

Yes, I'm sure you might.

I hear you made it pretty interesting

for Matt Cole the other night.

You always did hear a little too much.

It's possible you boys were

always a little too noisy.

Come on there, Charlie. Finish me up.

Put some of that green stuff on.

Make me smell like a geranium.

- Say, Wade.

- What?

You know, it just come

to me who that fellow was.

It did? Marvelous.

Naturally, our nephew's

death was a great blow to us.

But now, since your explanation,

I can understand how it happened.

There's no sense in holding

any grudge against you.

Thank you, sir.

We're used to death here

in Dodge City, Mr. Hatton.

Even of the people we love.

That's hard to say, but it's true.

Yes, I suppose so.

Thanks again, Doctor.

I wonder if I might pay my respects

to Mrs. and Miss Irving on my way out?

No, my boy. I wouldn't advise that.

Walter, Mr. Evans wants you

to come as soon as you can.

- Excuse me.

- Ellen, this is Mr. Hatton.

- How do you do, Mrs. Irving?

- He's come to tell us about Lee.

It's regrettable that we have to meet

under these circumstances, Mrs. Irving.

I'm sorry, my boy.

But, you see, we never had

any children of our own.

And to my wife, Lee was...

Well, you can understand

how she feels about it.

Yes, of course.

Anyhow, it was very gracious

of you to receive me, sir.

Don't bother about that

thing, sir. I can...

Miss Irving.

I'll not be troubling you

with any further apologies.

But I would like you to know that if

ever I can be of any service to you...

- I shall be only too happy.

- Thank you.

The only way you can be of service

to me is to keep out of my sight.

I wouldn't take that

too seriously, my boy.

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