Monte Walsh Page #4

For the time being,

they want to fence in all their land.

That's all.

That's gonna be a lot of fence.

I was gonna tell the rest of the boys

after the funeral.

But I tell you now,

just in case you didn't wanna

ride back this way.

Here's your pay.

Thanks.

Oh, would you tell Dolly to put that

Chet was from Illinois on his marker?

Sure.

Chet was proud of that.

Oh, and tell Mary

why I'm not there, huh?

I will.

Where's the man belongs

to that spotted horse?

Oh, he's been gone

quite some time.

Trade his horse for a fresh one,

had a drink and left.

How long a while?

I'd say three hours.

- What color he trade for?

- Black.

What you got your hands up for?

- Hey, Monte.

- Sugar.

You'd never guess

who come by earlier.

Shorty.

Yeah.

I'm after him.

You doing the law's work?

Shorty blowed Chet's head off

with a double-barrel shotgun.

Oh, God, no.

Why?

Chet couldn't say.

You working here?

How long? You like it?

Got a good stove.

I figure on staying

through the winter.

Last winter Chet and me

was in a line camp for the Cross Bar.

I was punching for Double Six.

Did Shorty trade horses?

No.

Monte.

I hate to be the one to tell you this,

but I hear Martine's in a bad way.

Thought you might wanna know.

You're too late, mister.

She didn't wanna hold on

any longer.

You must be Walsh.

She said you'd come.

I did all I could.

Believe me, I did.

I'm taking care of the funeral.

I came away kind of fast,

but I got some cash, doc.

No, it's all fixed up.

Funny about that.

She was always particular

about most things.

Had enough put aside

to give her a real nice one.

Foreign girl, wasn't she?

Yeah.

She was a countess.

Girls like that

sure do get some strange notions.

All the time she was here

she hung on to that little box.

Monte!

Ain't you ever coming out?

I knew you'd be coming for me,

Monte.

No sense wearing out

good horses chasing.

I figured you'd be here

after Sugar told you about Martine.

You should have told him

about Chet too.

There's no use talking, I suppose.

No use.

Turn around, Shorty.

Come on.

I'm here, Shorty.

I rode down the gray.

You had to sit him high.

Well, lookie here.

Did I ever tell you

about Big Joe Abernathy?

Well, he used to wrestle wolves.

Well, I never seen him do it.

But I heard tell, and I knew Joe.

I always wondered

how you would wrestle a wolf.

Yeah.

Well, we got better things to do

than shoot wolves.

Now, let me tell you

about Big Joe Abernathy.

This boy was big.

Now, he'd come up

around Denver way...

Tantico (Croatia) 11.2010.

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