Jubal Page #5

- Who's winning?

- Reb. I'm the big loser.

If we want to win it back,

we'd better get on with the game.

Kiss for luck, honey.

If I stick around, I'll cramp your style.

Night, everybody.

Honey, we been having

mountain lion trouble.

I'd feel better if you didn't ride back alone.

Jube, you ain't playing.

Ride her back, will you, please?

I got a feeling Mae has brought me luck.

Oh, you pretty thing.

Like a charm, honey. A charm.

Good night.

- Think your luck's changed, Shep?

- Plenty.

Plenty?

Well, we'll see.

This is the way it ought to be, Jube,

you and me.

Let me ask you something.

When you came here,

neither of us asked for it, did we?

Then when Shep asked you to be foreman,

you knew how it was.

You could have said no.

- But you stayed.

- Sure, I stayed.

Shep made me feel like somebody.

- Shep gave me a reason for living.

- Shep. What about us?

What if I made a mistake?

What's wrong trying to patch up...

There's nothing wrong with you trying.

You just picked the wrong guy

to patch it up with, that's all.

No matter if you love me?

And don't tell me you don't.

- I can tell when a man wants me.

- There is a difference, you know.

Then I'll settle for the difference.

And nobody has to know, Jube. Nobody.

Except you and me.

Come on.

What are you doing? What time is it?

About 10:
00.

- Something wrong?

- Reb just rode off.

Your new foreman Jubal Troop

ain't back yet.

- He took Mae home.

- That's right, and he ain't back.

- What you trying to make of it?

- I ain't trying to make nothing of it.

And if you don't want to make nothing of it,

I ain't going to make nothing out of it either.

You got something eating you. What?

Mae and Jube, together.

You're a liar.

What's going on here?

I ain't going to hit you back, Shep.

I ain't going to hit you back,

because I feel sorry for you.

- Get off it, Pinky.

- Don't pay him no mind, Shep.

Sorry? For me?

You think the only reason she came here

was to bring the mail?

You think that she doesn't know

he never plays cards?

Just how dumb can you get?

You know there's something going on?

You tell me. I trust you.

- Is there something going on?

- I don't know.

You, Carson.

Somebody tell me he's lying.

- Somebody tell me!

- Of course, he's lying.

Since the day Jube come here,

Pinky ain't liked him.

You know that, Shep.

What you aiming to do, Shep?

I'm riding back to the ranch, for the truth...

and for a reason to come back

and rip you apart, Pinky.

Jube.

Jube, is that you?

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

Town?

- He was here.

- You know he was. He rode back with me.

I mean here...

in our room.

What if he was?

- Tell me.

- Get your hands off me.

Was he here?

- In here? Was he with you?

- Yes, he was here.

Yes. You want to know why?

Because I'm sick of you.

I'm sick to my stomach

every time you kiss me.

Let go of me.

I hate you, I hate the way you look.

I hate the way you look at me.

I hate the way you...

I hate every single thing about you.

I love him. Do you hear? I love Jube.

I didn't pass you on the way from camp,

so I stopped at the ranch.

Everything was dark.

There ain't no answer in that, Jube.

You got the answer?

There ain't no law that says...

you have to play every hand

that's dealt you...

or play a hand you can't afford to lose...

You can always pass.

Suppose the time comes

when you don't wanna pass?

Trouble climbs on my back, I run.

All right. I'm running again.

- What are you gonna tell Shep?

- What is there to tell him?

Get up, Jube, or I'll give it to you that way.

What's the matter with you?

You and Mae.

Now wait a minute. You're all wrong, Shep.

He ain't wearing a gun.

What's the matter with you?

Keep out of this, Reb!

Just wait a minute.

I'm gonna kill you.

You had no choice, Jube.

Now there ain't a man here...

who didn't see this was self-defense.

Come on, Jube.

You heard what Shep said? Troop and Mae.

Yeah.

Troop shot him dead.

That's when Reb and Troop left.

Your boss will want to know

how and why he was killed.

Likewise, the other people in the town.

I think it calls for a meeting.

I'll tell you what you do.

You two ride into town,

see if you can locate Troop.

- You done this.

- I done what?

Whatever happened, it was your doing.

I done nothing. Nothing.

I was right here all the time.

All the time I was right here.

If I was you two, I'd start to decide

which side I was on.

Shep's or Troop's,

because you can't be on both sides.

I mean, I've been for Shep from the start.

I think that Shep was one of the best bosses

that a man ever had.

Come on now, open up, it's Pinky.

Shep sees you sitting in his chair,

you know what will happen?

From now on, honey, it's my chair.

Shep's dead.

- Where's Jube?

- What's Jube got to do with it?

What's he got to do with it?

Did you ask him to kill Shep?

Why? Why this Jube? Why Jube?

I thought he ought to be told,

he's foreman here.

- Oh, no, he ain't no more, he's not.

- Why not?

Why not?

Because he killed Shep.

Now isn't that just what you wanted?

Now listen, Shep was here, wasn't he?

You sicked him on Jube, didn't you?

Because you knew Jube would kill him.

Is that the way it went?

- Is that what I should tell the posse?

- What posse?

The posse they're gonna raise.

Shep was the best loved man

in this territory.

They ain't gonna let no sheepherder

come in here...

- and take his wife and kill him.

- Take his wife?

Shep wasn't here. You're making this all up.

I'm making it up, am I?

Am I really making it up?

Then let us ask him. Shall we?

Shall we ask him?

Come on now, let's ask him, honey.

Let him come in and let's ask him. Shep.

Shep, you come in please,

be a polite ghost...

and make the young lady tell the truth.

Mae, honey...

come on now.

Mae, I know you're here.

Come on, honey.

Mae, honey, you treat me right,

and I won't even tell the posse.

Come on. Just treat me right.

Just treat me right, now.

Treat your new foreman right.

Come on. It's all right.

You just treat me right.

Just treat me right. Please.

I didn't want Shep.

Do you think I'd want you?

- I'd rather find a dog to spit on me.

- Spit.

Load up, folks.

Load up, folks.

Load up.

The sun's rising high.

Load up.

If anybody needs any help, holler.

Jube could use some of that help, Shem.

He's in bad trouble. He's killed a man.

It was self-defense. It was Shep Horgan.

What did you bring him here for?

What if they come after him?

I think they might. But I knew

he'd be safer here with one of you.

I know you people believe

in helping your neighbor.

I say we don't shelter no killers.

Now, get him out of here.

He's lost a lot of blood.

I've got no place else to take him.

Shem?

I ain't always willing to ask of my people

what I ask of myself, Reb.

We're hated enough as it is.

We can't get mixed up, right or wrong,

in no murder.

We're people of peace.

Last time they didn't shoot.

This time they would have right to.

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