Monte Walsh Page #3

We sure did.

Monte?

Come here.

You're missing something.

The grub's real good.

Well, I feel like a smoke first.

Howdy, Mr. Brennan.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Sorry I'm late, but I had to collect

for a couple horses

I sold to a wild west show

that's holding up over in Charleyville.

I hear you sold the gray.

Uh-huh.

We've been selling things

from the Slash Y

like it was a regular hardware store.

Mary.

Mr. Brennan's here.

You sure look mighty pretty,

Ms. Rollins.

Thank you.

How about a drink?

Well, now, seeing it's a wedding,

don't mind if I do.

You sure look nice, Monte.

Thank you, ma'am.

I hope you're getting used

to Chet and me.

I ain't had so much to get used to

in my life as lately.

Things ain't going so good, huh?

No.

This ain't no place.

No place at all.

Since when?

Since I got here.

You all right?

Sure.

Martine.

Was your mother and daddy

married?

Probably.

I really don't know.

How come we never got married?

You never asked me.

I never thought of it.

Cowboys don't get married.

Unless they stop being cowboys.

Chet got married.

Did you ride 40 miles to tell me that?

No, I...

I was thinking I should get a job

and we could get married.

How does that sound to you?

I like it.

Marriage is a common ambition

in my profession.

Didn't you know that?

Well,

don't you wanna think about it?

No.

The idea

has always appealed to me.

I thought it might at that.

You'd better stay away

from cowboys though.

The way things are, a cowboy doesn't

make enough money to live right,

let alone get married.

I don't know what else I could do.

Monte.

I'll be waiting.

So good.

Well, lookie who's here.

So you're gonna be ornery

for the crowds now, huh?

Ha-ha-ha.

All right, yeah. That's more I like it.

Come on, get him. Go on, beautiful.

Do you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna teach you some manners

before you leave.

Easy now, huh?

Steady.

Steady.

Easy.

Easy, easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Ah ta-ta-ta, easy.

None of that.

No, no, no.

Easy.

Real easy now.

Darling, just listen to me.

Now, stand back.

Steady now.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Sh*t.

No, you don't.

Son of a b*tch.

Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, well...

Thanks.

I've seen riding in my day,

young fella,

and I take my hat off to you.

Ha-ha-ha.

I hope you don't mind

my talking to you, young fella,

but you were riding my horse.

That's a fact. Ha, ha.

Colonel Wilson's my name.

Monte Walsh.

I'm, uh, looking for someone

to take over for my bronco rider.

He's getting a little moss-grown.

I pay him 30 a week

and all expenses.

You'll have enough put by to get a

place of your own in a couple of years.

- Thirty a week?

- And all expenses.

Yes, sir, Mr. Walsh.

As a matter of fact,

I've heard a lot about you,

not all of it bad either.

How would you like to be

Texas Jack Butler, star cowboy,

bronco buster and all-around

wild man of the West?

Monte Walsh will do.

But it won't do, Mr. Walsh.

It won't do at all.

Texas Jack Butler's

a long-established name.

It's got history, pedigree.

When folks come to Colonel Wilson's

Wild West Round-Up,

they expect to see a name

they recognize, something with class.

Oh, not that you ain't got class, son.

Sure you have.

But who knows you, son?

Maybe here in Charleyville,

or this here territory.

But we're just passing through here.

Back East is where the people see us.

And back East, the people want

Texas Jack Butler.

- Well, who is this, uh?

- Savvy?

Who is Texas Jack Butler?

Oh, he was a nice fella.

He come from Joplin, Missouri.

Got run down by a street car

in Chicago about six months ago.

He couldn't ride a horse worth a damn,

but he put on a hell of a good show.

What do you say, son?

- Thirty a week and...

- And all expenses.

So I'm Texas Jack Butler.

Fine, son, fine. That's a deal.

Come on in, son,

let's drink to your joining us.

Boy, I sure could use a drink.

Traveling, son.

You're gonna like it.

Wichita, Kansas City, St. Louis,

streets are all paved.

You won't see mud for a year.

It's gonna change

your whole life, son.

What do you think, son?

Not bad, is it, fella?

Hey, what's the matter, son?

I ain't spitting on my whole life.

Yeah, but all them places,

uh, hotels and city streets.

Maybe they're okay. I don't know.

The fact is, I just don't know

what I'd do making my living that way.

You mean

you're not going to take the job?

I thought we ought to wait

for a while anyway.

Well, hell, countess, ain't but one way

I know how to make a living.

So I was thinking

if I headed back to the Slash Y

and started saving my money,

maybe even get a raise,

you know, then maybe

in a couple of years we could

- work this out.

- Sure.

Don't worry about it.

Maybe you could work

something out.

Yeah, maybe I could.

I wasn't expecting anything

immediate, you know.

Maybe I'll join you later, Monte.

Yeah, all right.

Them's ours.

Afternoon.

- Where'd you get them black cows?

- I bought them.

- When?

- A week ago.

- Who from?

- Three cowboys.

Said their ranch

over in West Texas was finished.

- One of them riding a spotted horse?

- That's right.

I got a bill of sale.

It ain't worth nothing.

Them cows is rustled.

I couldn't sleep if I was rustling cows.

Where's Powder?

Out rustling or selling?

We need the money.

I thought robbing banks

was your style, Brady.

We couldn't get work.

A lot of good boys can't get work.

If I was starving, I couldn't rustle.

You ain't. You get

your three squares every day.

Ain't like we was rustling

from anybody we know.

- Cal Brennan's a pretty good man.

- They ain't his.

Belong to somebody we don't know.

Makes no difference.

They belong to Slash Y.

Slash Y? Stop blathering

about something that ain't anymore.

The kind of life

you're talking about is dead!

Snow buried it last winter.

It ain't dead.

As long as there's one cowboy

taking care of one cow, it ain't dead!

- You dumb, egg-sucking...

- Don't.

Get out of here, Shorty.

Put that thing away.

Thank you.

Oh, let me help you with the door.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Goodbye, Mr. Rollins.

- Good day.

Shorty.

Howdy, Shorty.

Chet.

What can I do for you?

Well, I thought you might help us out

with a little stake, Chet.

So's you can run?

You wanna run all your life now?

A stake will get me

where nobody knows.

I can stop running.

Never happens that way.

Give yourself up, Shorty.

That's just like I figured.

You stay out of this.

Sugar will tell the way

the marshal drawed

without his badge showing.

We ain't getting nothing here.

I told you to stay out of this.

Unless we take it.

Hand over what you got.

Like hell I will.

Do you wanna widow

your woman twice?

Shorty, listen...

Oh, no.

Oh, God, no!

No, no, no!

Monte,

ain't you going to the funeral?

To me, Chet ain't dead yet.

- I got word from Consolida...

- I ain't interested.

I'm afraid you'll have to be.

They've given up on the Slash Y.

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