Green Grass of Wyoming Page #4

There they are! And isn't that Jewel?

I bet I can get a bead on him from here.

- Do you want to scare him and the mares?

- Stop that.

You'll get a chance at Thunderhead

after we've rounded up the herd.

Hey, Joe. Take some of the boys

and spook 'em up to the far end.

We'll cut 'em off on the other side

when they come back.

Beaver, you'll hit one of those mares!

The stud's got away!

What are you trying to do?

There he goes.

- I don't aim to jump that.

- Me neither.

- It's quite ajump all right.

- Kinda glad he got away, ain't you, Ken?

Come on, let's get our mares.

I don't see her, Rob,

but this one's sure mine.

- You got Thunderhead?

- No. He's slick.

Might as well give him our mares.

- Did you get your mare?

- No, I'm afraid something's happened to her.

Something's happened to her? But I

thought sure I saw her from the hill.

- I'm sorry, son, but she isn't here.

- Maybe the wolves or the cougars got her.

Boy!

Let's go, Flicka.

- Hey, Kenny, where are you going?!

- After Jewel and Thunderhead.

We'll get him this time.

Jewel!

Thunderhead!

Jewel!

Jewel!

- He didn't come this way.

- I told you we took the wrong trail.

Won't nobody listen to me?

- I could've sworn they came this way.

- You're trying to protect Thunderhead.

When he's got a mare that's stood

me $2200? You think I'm crazy?

- Yeah.

- It's kinda late in the day to get all het up.

A little drop of kindness... we'll head back.

- Wet your whistle, Joe.

- Thanks.

Here, Beaver. Settle your nerves.

Oh...

I'm not that nervous.

Giddap.

- Well.

- That's a new wrinkle for Beaver.

Thunderhead.

What have you done with Jewel?

Come back here!

Jewel. How in the world

did you get in that fix?

Easy.

Easy, baby.

Come on, Flicka.

Easy.

Easy, girl.

Got to help yourself this time, baby.

That's it.

Whoa, Jewel.

Whoa, girl.

You're safe now. But you're sure a sight.

You love that old rascal, don't you?

Well, so do I.

You just rest here a minute with Flicka.

Maybe we'll take him home with us.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Thunderhead!

What's the matter, Jewel? What's the matter?

How does she look, Doc?

- She'll be all right, won't she?

- I don't think so, Ken.

With the leg, you've got

nothing to worry about,

but her lungs are so badly congested that

I'm afraid there's nothing else I can do.

- But you can'tjust give up.

- I'm sorry, Ken, I've done my best.

- If she were my mare, I'd destroy her.

- Destroy her?!

- Do you want me to?

- No. No, we'll attend to that, thanks.

Hey, Gus.

- Dad, there must be something we can do.

- If there was, we'd try it, but there isn't.

You know we would. We don't want

to destroy Jewel any more than you do.

Go with your mother, son.

No, wait. You're not gonna shoot her. I'm not

as smart as Dr Kimbro, but he can be wrong.

- Don't make things any worse.

- We've got to be sensible, son.

Jewel's in terrible pain.

We can't let her go on suffering.

But if she were a sick person you wouldn't give

up. Let me try. I'll help her, I know I will.

If she's gonna die anyway...

that can't do her any harm.

Giving up too easy, Jewel.

He's right, Rob. Let him try it.

A horse ain't never dead

till he's dead, boss.

All right, son. And I wish you luck.

Thanks.

I'll find a way, Jewel.

I know I will.

Congestion-reducer

and the distemper remedy didn't help much?

- No, sir.

- Well, now, here. You try that.

The directions are right on the bottle.

That'll be a dollar and a quarter.

- Let me know how it works out.

- OK.

- Hello, Ken.

- Hello.

- I hear Jewel's very sick.

- If this doesn't work, we have to destroy her.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, so long.

- I wish we could help him.

- Doing all they know how, ain't they?

- I suppose so.

- Can't do more than that.

- What'll you have, Beaver?

- Oh, hiya, Mort. Couple of sacks of oats.

She was such a beautiful mare.

It's a shame.

Seems to me, if I had a mare

with a congested lung...

Well, there's a lot of

old-fashioned tricks a man can play.

- Like what? - These new-fangled

vets wouldn't approve...

Well, if I had a horse with a congested lung,

I'd try some aromatic oils and hot water,

and let her breathe the fumes up

through her nostrils. That might help.

- You think so?

- It might.

- Why didn't you tell Ken?

- He didn't ask me.

- Oh, Grandpa!

- Hey! Come back here!

Hey, Mort, better hold those oats.

Looks like I won't have a car for a while.

- That's enough.

- Now the oil.

- Smells awful.

- I don't care how it smells if it works.

Here we are, baby.

There. That's going to

make you feel much better.

Those kids are still with that mare. Carey

should be at home and he should be in bed.

Oh, let them alone. You used to pick on Ken

for starting something and never finishing it.

All right. He's your son.

I don't...

- She's breathing easier now.

- Yeah.

Gee, your grandfather's a funny guy.

I thought he didn't like me.

Then he tipped me off to this.

I guess I just don't understand him.

I have a hard time

understanding him myself sometimes.

I'll bet.

You've been swell, Carey. It's wonderful to

have someone stick by you at a time like this.

- You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?

- Sure I would.

You know, it's funny. I never used

to notice what you looked like.

- Then, all of a sudden...

- Now, don't get moony!

I'm not.

I just wanted to say that...

Oh, forget it.

- It's awfully quiet in here.

- Yeah.

That was Jewel!

Look at those kids.

- She's getting up.

- I'll be darned.

Jewel!

Carey, she's better!

- Look, Dad, I told you. She's better!

- Good work.

You're gonna be all right,

aren't you, girl? Sure!

It was sure wonderful

to see Jewel up and around again.

Ken had been working her, but she seemed

to be getting fatter and sassier every day.

- She sure feels good.

- Yes, sir. I think she's gonna be all right.

Hey, Kenny.

I just had Jake Willis on the phone.

He's coming over here tomorrow.

- If he likes the way Jewel goes, he'll train her.

- He will? Oh, say, that's swell.

There's none better.

Rob. Get up.

There's something wrong in the barn.

Dad!

Yeah, I'm coming.

Hey, there! Stop that!

- Jewel!

- Quit that, will you?

Jiminy Christmas!

That's a beautiful mess. Look at that

stall. Come on, get her out of there.

Holy smoke. Did she cut herself, boss?

- I don't know. Let me have a look at her.

- I wonder what's the matter with her now.

Do you know what, Kenny? I think

she's in love. She misses Thunderhead.

- Yeah. It might be Thunderhead.

- Sure it is.

I'll bet he's hanging around here

someplace right now.

As far as I can see, she's OK.

Let's put her in this stall here.

- Now let's get some sleep.

- Go ahead, Dad. I'll stay here for a while.

- All right.

- Good night, Kenny. You ought to sleep too.

Night, Gus.

You'd better behave tomorrow, young lady.

Jake Willis is coming to see you,

and he's the best trainer around.

You want him to take you, don't you?

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