Open Range Page #6

Ain't nothing to say.

I seen how you look at that gal|and the way she looks at you.

It ain't right to walk away|without a word.

What do you want me|to tell her, Boss?

We probably ain't gonna make it?

Be a big fat comfort.

I don't know what you should|tell her, Charley.

I wish I'd have said more|to my wife before she passed.

This may be the last time she|sees you in this world, Charley.

Or you her.

So tell her whatever you can.

'Cause she's entitled to more|than just your backside

walking away.

Charley.

I'm not sure|what's worth saying or not.

Well, you don't have to|say anything.

Yeah, I do.

Boss is right about that.

He's right|about a lot of things.

It's just...

I'm not who you think|I am, Sue.

I've... been places.|I've done things.

Most of them, I'm not proud of.

You know, I always hoped|somebody gentle and caring

might come along.

Years pass.|A small town and all.

And your hopes begin to fade|a little every day

until you hardly remember|what they were.

I've seen who you are, Charley.

The way you looked after|that boy

and the respect you give Boss.

It might be little bits.

But they're enough|for a woman who looks.

Men are gonna get killed|here today, Sue.

And I'm gonna kill them.

You understand that?

Yes.

I want you to have this.

It's always brought me luck.

I... can't take your locket.

It's not your choice|when it's a gift.

It's a good likeness of you.

It's my mother|when she was young.

She's beautiful.

I want you to know that|if I don't ever see you again

that I meant everything|I said to you

and I appreciate everything|you said to me.

Ain't nothing that happened in|this old town been a surprise.

Except you.

I'll be seeing you,|Charley Waite.

Happy?

Yeah.|If you are.

Morning, boys.

Brung you breakfast.

Hey, you kids.|Come away from there.

Come on.

You get along.

What do you suppose|this looks like?

It don't matter.

Whole town knows|there's a fight coming.

They just hope it don't|spill over to them.

Well, if I'm gonna get killed,

I got a hankering to soothe|my sweet tooth.

Morning.

Morning.

What can I do for you fellers?

Thinking about some candy.

- Candy?|- Yeah.

Yes, sir.|Candy.

Got anything you want.

- Got jawbreakers.|- Yeah.

Gumdrops, candy canes,|licorice, caramel, honey crisp.

Jujubes, lollipops,|milk chocolate...

Looking for something special.

Now, what's the most expensive|you've got?

Well...

Ooh.|I got just the thing.

- This is dark chocolate.|- Yeah.

It comes all the way|from Switzerland, Europe.

That's near France, see.

They call it bittersweet.

Melts in your mouth.

- You tried it?|- No.

How do you know|it melts in your mouth?

Well, truth is|we can't afford it ourselves.

Mm-hmm.|I'll take two.

Don't you want to know how much?

Nope.

Yes, sir.

And three of your finest cigars.

My friend and me got a hankering|for Switzerland chocolate

and a good smoke.

Now, these come all the way|from Havana, Cuba.

Thank you.

- Anything else?|- No. That'll do it.

How much I owe you?

It's... $5.

Charley.

Here you are.

Believe I'll enjoy|these later, Boss.

Yep.

You ought to do yourselves|a favor and ride on

while you still got time.

Tried minding|our own business.

This is good.

Worth every penny.

You're gonna|get yourselves killed.

Try that, Ralph.

Go on.

Sitting right here|in front of you.

Never even tried it.

Shame to go forever without|taking a taste of something.

Charley, let's go.

Percy!

Up here!

Brought you a cigar.|All the way from Havana, Cuba.

You don't say?

I've heard about them,|but I never had one.

Much obliged to you.

What do you think?

Better than them crappers|I usually smoke.

So, you're gonna make|your stand down here?

Yeah.|But out there around our wagon.

Not much choice without getting|a lot of innocent folks shot up.

Like to place some guns and ammo

where we can get to it|on a short run.

Help yourself.

We'll try to stay|out of your barn.

Might not be able to.

Best bring in your livestock.

Be wishing you good luck now.

Thank you.

It's a pretty day|for making things right.

Well, enjoy it.

Because once it starts,

it's gonna be messy|like nothing you ever seen.

I ain't survived my years

without being in|some fights, Charley.

I ain't doubting|your grit, Boss.

You got more than any man|I ever known.

It's just that...

I don't mean to be hard.

It's just the other night,|them fellows

back in them trees we let go.

It was my call, Charley.

I can see now|it was probably a mistake.

It's not what I meant.|I mean, maybe it was.

But the fact is it's what I|always respected about you.

What I always appreciated.

How you treated other people|and how you treated me.

How you never look|for no trouble.

That kept me from trouble.

But it's found us here, Boss.

And if we're to have|any chance, you'll...

You go on and talk, Charley.|I'll hear you.

I'm almost certain

they'll be overly confident|in their numbers.

Especially if we're standing|right out here in front of them.

It's not like we'll have|any advantage.

But if they're out there|with us,

then they won't have as much|as they might have otherwise.

I don't figure all of them|to be killers.

Only two or three like Butler|will have done much of it.

I'll be looking to him.

The others will be hired men.|Probably saddle tramps.

Maybe ex-Army.

The rest will be cowpunchers.

They won't want to line up|in front of us.

It'll happen fast|once I start.

So just keep yourself|moving forward.

And they'll either move or root.|Maybe even freeze up.

It don't matter which.

You just start right in on them|with that scatter-gun.

When you've done both barrels,|drop it, pull your pistol,

and make a run for that building|where we stashed them others.

I'll be trying to do the same|if I can.

Right.

Sounds like you got it|all worked out.

Yeah.

Except the part|where we don't get killed.

Best smoke these|while we got the chance.

Yeah.

I'm thinking about getting out|of the damn cattle business.

You never said nothing|except nag me and Button

about getting ourselves out.

Well, maybe my own words|struck a chord.

Thought maybe|I'd sell off the cattle

and have enough to start up|a saloon somewhere.

Man could stay cool|in the summer

and dry in the winter.

Some dancing girls might be|nice, you know?

Have to get me some.

Yeah.

"If I die,|please sell my good horse

and my good saddle and my guns

to buy a tea set|for Miss Barlow. "

"Charley Waite. "

"Postscript...

I like this one.

But I don't know. "

"Princess pattern. "

Oh, hell.

What's the matter?

Oh.|Looks like you waited too long.

Kind of like us|and free grazing.

Well, good is good.

Melted or not.

Looks like you're plumb chained,|to your work, Marshal.

Get up, Poole.

He ain't worth a damn.

Get them all up!

Sobered up!

Ooh.

I got a feeling there's gonna be|a new marshal in town.

All right!

It's time to settle|these free grazers.

Oh, you leave your horses.

We're walking down|to their wagon.

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