Open Range Page #4

Whatever's best for him.

Can't stay away from|my little paradise, gents?!

Believe Satan says the same at|the gates of hell, old-timer!

We'd like to put the horses up.|Had a tough trail.

I'd like to set|the wagon yonder.

Help yourself!|Hurry up, though!

I seen it like this before!

Big one's coming!

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Son of a b*tch.

Sorry, Charley.

Yeah.

Jesus Christ.

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!

Maybe you should have built it|in another spot.

Ah, mercy.

Get the dog!

Get the dog!

Get the dog!

It's a dog there, Charley.

Take this.

There he is.|Back here, Charley!

To your left!|To your left!

Get him!|Get him!

You all right, Charley?

Yeah, considering|I've just been swimming.

I owe you, mister.

That's a sweet pup|you got there.

Remind you of anyone, Charley?

Small version.

Too small to be let out|in this weather.

Belongs to my daughter.

I tried to grab him, but|the water was too fast for me.

If you're going into the caf,

I'd be proud to buy you both|a cup of coffee.

Coffee would be good about now.

This is like the storm|that washed away Gunnison

The water come down|from the mountains.

Nowhere to go|but straight into town.

- Killed a lot of folks.|- It's okay, Bill.

Town's been here|a long time, Mack.

It'll be here a lot longer.

That's right, Papa.

Every once in a while,|a good storm washes through

and leaves her as clean|as a baby's bottom.

Got to look|on the bright side, gents.

Marshal.

Meat and spuds, Les, as always.

That should cover our meal.

Worth a man's life to walk|across that road tonight.

Thanks for the coffee.

Well, appreciate what you done.

That'll be two bits.

Two bits.

I'll be having words|with you two.

And we'll be having more|than that with you, Marshal.

No need to make|the caf messy... with folks.

I've got a warrant sworn out|for your arrest

for assaulting Baxter's men.

We got a warrant sworn|for attempted murder

for them that tried|to kill the boy

who's laying over there|at the doc's.

Swore out another one

for them that murdered the big|fellow you had in your cell.

Only ours ain't writ|by no tin star

bought and paid for, Marshal.

It's writ by us.|And we aim to enforce it.

Is that so?

We got no quarrel|with none of you folks.

Baxter's men bushwhacked|our friend and shot him dead.

Shot a 16-year-old boy, too.

And clubbed him so hard...

He might not live.

Tried to take our cattle.

Your marshal here ain't gonna do|nothing about it.

You don't like free grazers|in this town.

We don't much like being here.

But a man's got a right|to protect his property

and his life.

And we ain't letting no rancher|or his lawman take either.

We got no intention|of harming bystanders.

Anyone who helps or comforts

these goddamn lawbreaking|free grazers

is gonna have to deal with me.

Your call, Marshal.

We don't have to settle this|here and now.

You ain't going nowhere|in this weather.

But I'll be seeing you gents|real soon.

You can count on that.

That marshal ain't gonna wait.

That son of a b*tch is gonna get|some men, come looking for us.

He's gonna need us locked up|tight in that jail

by the time Baxter hits town,|'cause if we ain't,

Baxter's gonna start to think

that maybe Marshal Poole ain't|worth what he's paying him.

You got something on your mind,|just spit it out.

Well, I say we take him|right at the jail.

Lock him up, wait for Baxter|to come riding in.

Hell, Charley, why don't we|just ride out to Baxter's ranch

and go straight at him, too?

Well, I'll fight|wherever you want, Boss.

You just make the call.

God damn it.

Now, hold on, Charley.|Hold on.

Well, you asked me.|I told you.

Charley, come on in|out of the rain, would you?

Come on.

Come on.

Just getting testy|in my old age.

Sounds like it's not|such a bad idea.

Just roll it around|is all I ask.

All right.

What'd you think of my speech|in there?

Liked it.

Maybe I ought to run|for mayor.

Well, I believe officeholders|got to be living, Boss.

Come to see about the boy.

He's asleep.|But, please, come in.

Are you sure, ma'am?|We're a mite rank.

We don't want to mess|your house.

No, no.|No, please, it's all right.

Come on in.

Thank you, ma'am.

There you are.

I can't get my fingers in.

We can't get our big fat fingers|in these holes.

- Too many broke knuckles.

Oh, let me get you|something bigger.

- No, ma'am, we can make do.|- No, no. It's all right.

It's just nice to be sitting|at a table set with fine china.

Those were my mother's.

They were the only things|of hers

that survived the trip|out here.

I don't know why|I bring them out.

I can't hold them, either.

Guess it just makes me|feel good.

I say what's|on my mind, good or bad.

I admire that.

Try living with it.

See that?

No need for a wife or home.

We're just like a...|an old married couple.

So, is it marriage|that scares you two

- or putting down roots?|- No. Who'd have him?

All rangy and mangy|like a rough old dog.

How about I hold|your head underwater

for just a little while?

I married once.

Never knowed that,|did you, Charley?

Had a wife and child.

Sweet little spread, too.

It was nothing fancy,|but we was young.

Loved each other.

Never had a cross word.

They caught the typhus|and died.

And after that, home didn't seem|a place to spend time.

Believe I've changed|my mind on that

now that I'm getting on|in years.

If Button lives|and we survive Baxter,

I swear I aim to see to it|there's a home he's sleeping in

instead of the cold prairie.

Have yourself a last cup|of tea, Charley.

I'd like to see Button again,|Miss Barlow.

Of course.

I know the way.

Whew.

Been riding with him 10 years.

Never said nothing|about being married.

Where are you and Mr. Spearman|spending the night?

Don't rightly know.

It... depends on circumstances.

You mean Marshal Poole?

We have a spare room.|It's yours if you want it.

Couldn't do that, ma'am.

We'd be putting you in a spot|with the marshal and Baxter.

Besides, it's a small town.

Wouldn't look right,|particularly with the doc away.

I'll take those.

You know where they go?

I saw.

Thank you.

Been raining like hell|ever since we got here.

Water washing right down|Main Street.

Charley saved a pup|from being washed away.

Looked a little like old Tig.

Now, if you can, you got to|listen and pay attention.

'Cause I got something|important to say.

I ain't been looking after you|for you to go out this way.

The world ain't|a perfect place, Button.

But you got|unfinished business here.

So you come back,|you hear me, now?

You come back.

Kind of dumb talking to him|like that.

No.

No, it's good.

You all right, Mr. Spearman?

Believe I'm as right as a man|can be under the circumstances.

Circumstances? That's just what|Mr. Waite called them.

I asked him to reconsider,|and I'm asking you.

By "reconsider,"|you mean tuck tail and run?

I mean save your life and his.

He'll listen to you.

Charley thinks for hisself,|Miss Barlow.

He's a good man, and he knows|what has to be done.

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