Green Grass of Wyoming Page #2

Whoa! Hey, what's the matter with you?

Down, girl!

I told you about Whitey.

What's the matter?

Something's bothering her.

Listen to her. She's wind-broken,

that's what's the matter with her.

2200 bucks right up the flue.

Boss, it might be the altitude.

It's 8200ft up here.

Yeah, that's it. It's the altitude.

Let her take it easy for a while till

her lungs fill out. Then she'll be fine.

Yeah, maybe.

Meanwhile, you'd better put her up, Gus.

- I'll take her, Gus.

- No, you stay here. I want a talk with you.

I'm sorry I bought her like I did, Dad.

I should have spoken to you first, but...

If you're going to be a partner, you can't

just use snap judgement about things.

Before I do anything,

I always talk it over with your mother.

- Well, I do.

- Of course, darling.

Why don't you think

before you do these things?

I did. I put myself right in your place.

I knew that you'd have bought her

if you'd been in my place.

What's the use? I give up!

I do too, I guess.

He won't take my judgement on anything.

- Hey, Ken.

- Yes, sir?

I've changed my mind.

I'll let you keep the mare.

- You will? Gee, that's great...

- Wait. Under these conditions.

She's your responsibility,

and she'll have to pay for her own keep.

Once she's brought back her costs,

then we'll take you into partnership.

That's very fair of you, Dad.

Thank you. And you too, Mom.

There's one other little matter.

Might as well let you have it all at once.

- Yes, sir?

- Beaver Greenway was just here.

- Thunderhead stole another one of his mares.

- Thunderhead did?

But we don't even know he's alive.

Well, if he is, Beaver's gonna shoot him. And

if I see him first, I'm afraid I'll have to.

- So that's your surprise!

- You like her?

From here I'd say she looks pretty good.

Come on, baby, show her your stuff.

Now, settle down. Easy, girl.

Easy. Trot. Trot.

Trot.

Whoa. Settle down. Trot.

Ah, stop that. Behave yourself.

- She's a little green yet.

- Yes, I can see that.

Now, come on. Come on, baby,

you know better than that. Trot.

- I believe she's got something.

- I got a hunch the moment I laid eyes on her.

Whoa! That's enough for today.

Whoa, Jewel.

- Jewel?

- Yeah. Crown Jewel.

That's a nice name. I like it.

She's blowing. Have you worked her hard?

No, it's the altitude. It got her at first,

but soon she'll have lung power

and stamina to burn. Won't you, baby?

- You look at a horse the way my father did.

- I do?

Mother used to say,

"If you looked at me the way you look at

your prize hunter, I'd faint with delight. "

Must've been quite a guy,

your father. Thanks.

Come on, Jewel.

There we are. Be a good girl

and I'll get you some hay.

- You throw it down and I'll give it to her.

- OK.

- Is that all you're giving her?

- Isn't it enough?

It wouldn't be for my horses.

Oh, Ken!

How was that?

Ken, what are you doing?!

- Hey, where's the ladder?

- Ladder? What ladder?

- Come on, put it back.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't, eh?

Hey! Cut it out!

So that's the way you want to play.

Oh, Ken!

- I'm sorry.

- You are? Why?

- I shouldn't be roughhousing with you.

- You didn't hurt me.

That's not what I mean.

You seem different today, somehow.

Maybe it's because you've never

looked at me before - really.

No. I guess I never did.

I'd better get to work.

I promised Dad I'd fix the corral fence.

- I'll help you.

- Building fences is a man's job.

Oh.

Very well. If I'm in the

way, then I'll go home.

No, don't go. I'm glad you came.

I was thinking yesterday that you haven't

been over to go riding for a while.

- I can't be coming over here all the time.

- Why not?

I have a home too,

in case anybody should be interested.

- You mean I should come to see you?

- Are you asking for a date?

- Well, I...

- Saturday evening would be the best time.

We don't have a radio to dance to,

but from our porch you can almost hear

the dance music from Cave Lakes.

- I'll bet it's beautiful.

- Do you like to dance?

- You mean we have a date?

- Well... sure!

Saturday evening.

- Hey, Ken!

- Shh!

We're having dinner

an hour early for him and he's late.

He'll be right down. And don't kid him.

Remember, it's his first date.

I won't say a word.

- Sorry I'm late.

- That's perfectly all right, dear.

Well, pardon me. Haven't I seen

that necktie someplace before?

Yes, sir. It's yours.

My tie. Don't you think it's a little bit

early for you to start using my things?

- After all, we're not partners yet.

- No, sir.

Hey, uh... what'd you do to your chin?

- Oh, nothing, it's just a little...

- Cut.

Cut? How on earth did?

- It couldn't possibly be a razor cut, could it?

- Rob!

- You have been using my razor, haven't you?

- Yes, sir.

- You see, I've got a date.

- A date?!

- With Carey Greenway, I suppose?

- Yes, sir.

- Planning to take her dancing, I suppose?

- Yes, sir.

And after that, to Red Slade's

for some supper, I suppose?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, why didn't you say so?

Here's five bucks. Have a good time.

Well, thanks.

Your supper's on the table.

Carey.

Carey!

Carey!

It's me, ducky.

I only had one drink. Just a little one.

- You'd better go down and have your supper.

- Doggone it, I was cold.

I've been up in those hills searching

for that stallion. It's just discouraging.

You know I don't want to drink.

I hate the stuff.

But somehow everything's

been going wrong with me lately.

But don't think I haven't been trying.

- I thought you were going to work Sundown.

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll get Sundown going

like he's never gone before.

We'll enter him in the Governor's Stake,

and then everything'll be peaches and cream.

It's always going to be

peaches and cream tomorrow.

There you go, discouraging me again.

Honest, ducky, I promise.

First thing in the morning I'll hook up

Sundown and get going. Is it a bargain?

- It is if you mean it.

- Sure I mean it.

You'll see. This old boy isn't

finished yet. Not by ajugful.

By ginger, we're gonna win that race.

I feel it in my bones.

We'll get my farm back in Connecticut.

I'll drive in the Grand Circuit again.

- And you'll have a trunkful of pretty dresses.

- Grandpa, please!

Well, you will.

Say, let me look at you. You look real swell.

How come you're all rigged out like that?

- I've got a date. With Ken McLaughlin.

- Didn't I tell you about those McLaughlins?

- You know, they have a trotter too.

- Huh?

A beautiful black mare. I think they're

going to get her ready for Lancaster too.

First they steal my mares,

now they want to win the Governor's Stake.

They will if you don't get busy.

A fine chance they have of beating Beaver

Greenway, those Johnny-come-latelies.

You stay away from those McLaughlins.

Go down and have your supper.

You heard me, now.

McLaughlins.

Stealing my horses.

Buying a trotting mare, eh?

Hello, Mr Greenway. Nice evening.

- I hear you got a trotter.

- Yes, sir. She looks like a winner.

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