Lonely Are the Brave Page #5

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Cruise up and down Bear Canyon.

That's the big canyon to the south.

And keep an eye out

for a lone man on foot

or leading a horse or riding.

Report anything you see. Over.

Observer to Sheriff Johnson.

Do you want us to drop

down and pick him up? Over.

You can try if you want to.

If you can't land, just stay with him

until we can get there. Okay? Over.

We can pick him out of

a treetop if we want to.

You'd think we were chasing a ghost.

Invisible horse, invisible cowboy.

Harry, throw me that canteen.

I haven't got enough spit

left to wet a stick of gum.

Roger, CS-1. This

is CS-3. Over.

CS-3 out.

That was the State Police, Morey.

They got two patrol

cars in Scissors Canyon.

They're moving four men into

Bear Canyon, and two to the rim.

And they're sending that

airplane just as fast as they can.

Let's get out of this stinking arroyo.

I got a feeling we're being left behind.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, baby.

Whoa, baby.

Whisky! Whisky!

Come here, girl. Come on.

Steady, Whisky.

Come here, girl. Come on, Whisky.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Whoa, baby.

Whisky!

Whoa, baby. Whoa.

Whisky! Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it! Hold still!

Damn you, hold still!

Take it easy, Whisky. For

God's sakes, take it easy!

Come on.

Looks like they couldn't make it, Morey.

They must be walking

the rest of the way.

Hey, something's coming in, Morey!

Plug in the speaker!

PILOT:
We got him! We got

him! He's right below us.

Man with a gray hat leading a horse.

Never mind that. Give me the binoculars.

He's trying to hide in the rocks.

He can't make it. We got him, all right.

Can't land here. No room for the prop.

We'll lower a rope ladder.

I'll climb down and get him.

Looks like they're getting

some practical experience.

Hey! Somebody's shooting!

Get out of his line of fire.

PILOT:
He's not mad

but he's awful smart.

He's trying to hit the tail

rotor. Let us down easy.

He got the tail rotor, all right.

Get a fix on us,

Sheriff! We're going down!

Judas priest!

Get that, that General

what's-his-name.

Tell him to send an ambulance.

Tell him his personnel just got a

belly-full of practical experience.

Hurry!

Where are those binoculars?

CS-3, calling Air Base. Over.

CS-3 calling Air Base. Over.

DEPUTY:
See it crash, Morey?

No wind, no nothing!

It just sank like a rock in a well.

It didn't sink, you fool.

Our cowboy's just shot down

the Air Force, that's all.

Get over there and

help 'em. Both of you.

Hurry up! HARRY:
This is CS-3.

I just wanted to report to you that...

What a mess!

...the helicopter you sent us has

been shot down by the fugitive,

and has crashed just below us. Over.

Yes, sir, General

Desalius, just a minute.

I'll get Sheriff Johnson. Over.

Now if I can only spot that cowpoke.

That general sure wants

to talk to you, Morey.

Well, get him!

I've got him.

I'm gonna get him on the

speaker. He's awful hot.

Sheriff, this is General Desalius!

What have you done with my helicopter?

I didn't do anything with it,

General. The fugitive shot it down.

Your men aren't badly hurt,

but you'll have to

haul that flying machine

out of here piece by piece. Over.

Do you know how much my

helicopters cost, Sheriff?

Do you? Do you have any notion at all?

No, I don't know,

General, and I don't...

$120,000! $120,000!

You didn't let me finish.

I don't know what it cost and I

don't give a damn! Over and out!

Turn that thing off!

I'm going over there

and set for a while.

Call the State and have them

put armor plate on that plane

they ain't sent us and ain't going to.

Call Glynn and see how Gutierrez

is doing on the rim trail.

Call Herrera and ask if

he's sleeping or tracking.

Keep calling 'em all. Keep

'em talking. Keep 'em moving.

CS-3

calling CS-4.

For two bits I'd call

the whole thing off.

HARRY:
Morey wants a fix on Gutierrez.

Get on 'im, will you? Over and out.

Son of a gun!

Heading straight for the

rim, aren't you, cowboy?

You know, I believe if you'd turn

loose of that horse, you'd make it.

Harry! Get me Glynn and

Gutierrez up on the hill.

Get 'em quick! Right.

Find a way outta here.

It's all over, John W. Burns.

I know where you are.

So step out beside your horse

and put your hands up, John W...

Please.

Please.

My treat.

Now, hold still, you little whey-belly!

You been nothing but trouble

since the first day I found you.

You're no good and you know it.

Besides, there's no way

up there for both of us.

Unless you can climb a rope.

Just stay here and eat.

They'll pick you up when they

find that gorilla over there.

Just take it easy.

Just take it easy.

You're worse than a woman.

What the hell!

Whoa, whoa.

All right, come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

All right, girl.

Oh, Whisky, girl.

You gotta listen, Whisky.

You stop playing.

Stop playing.

MAN:
Hey, Bob! That's

Gutierrez down there!

There's something wrong with him!

Let's go!

Take it easy, Whisky.

The biggest stand of

timber I ever did see.

All right, Whisky, girl!

Just another 50, 75 yards

and we got pine trees

rolling all the way to Mexico!

Hup! Let's go!

Come on! Whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Come on, Whisky. Make an effort!

Just one more effort! Come on!

GLYNN:
There they are, boys! Up there!

Run, you little devil! Run,

beauty! Run, sweetheart!

You son of a gun, you did it.

Yep, you sure did.

Crazy fool.

Huh? What's that?

Got any gum?

What'd you say, Morey?

You got any gum?

No, no, I don't buy gum. I don't use it.

Then stop hunting for it.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa there, girl. Whoa.

Well, son of a gun.

Well...

Well, Whisky, girl. You're

gonna be of some use after all.

Whoa, come here.

Okay, baby.

Think I'll cut across to Highway

60. Stop off at Banake's Diner.

You could use a good

steak, couldn't you?

Steak? Right!

You pay attention, you sweet,

brainless little cayuse.

Manzano Mountains on the

other side of that road.

Lead us straight to Mexico

on a carpet of pine needles.

Now, when I say "Hup..."

Whoa, whoa! Not yet, baby!

But when I say it,

you just better do it.

Hup!

Come on, Whisky.

Oh, my God!

Hup! Hup!

God help me.

You're all right, buddy.

Blankets! Blankets! Somebody

get me some blankets, quick!

I've got some in my car! Just a minute!

Take it easy, buddy. Take it easy.

Gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right.

Just take it easy, buddy.

I'll go on ahead and call an ambulance.

You're gonna be all

right, buddy. All right.

You're gonna be all right,

buddy. You just take it easy.

Here. Here, gimme.

Just take it easy. Gonna be all right.

You just take it easy,

buddy. I'll put this up.

Thank you. Take it easy.

Keep that traffic moving, John!

WOMAN:
Want to put him in my car?

No, better not move him.

He's gotta take it awful easy.

What happened? Did you hit him?

Somebody's gone for

an ambulance, Officer.

Why doesn't somebody put that

poor animal out of its misery?

Check that horse.

Sure, Morey.

Excuse me.

TROOPER:
Hello, Sheriff. Hi.

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