Pure Country Page #4

for example, this morning.

Now, we all know that Harley

was slow on her ride.

We know she was out late last night.

That's no front-page news.

So why talk about it?

I guess I see what you're saying.

You guess? Never guess.

You got to know. I mean you got

to know what you're doing.

If you guess, you're leaving

yourself wide open to suggestion.

And that, to my mind, is what's

wrong with this whole country.

I mean it's going straight to hell.

Everybody's open to suggestion.

Well, you coming or are

you just gonna sit there?

- How long've you known Harley?

- Not very long.

- Thousand.

- Pardon?

- Uh, thousand acres.

- Oh.

Used to be more.

- What happened?

- Well...

Getting to be a business. I'm a rancher.

I don't want to be a businessman.

And taxes are getting

harder to pay.

People want to buy us out.

Seems like we wind up

selling it off, bit by bit.

I'm kind of glad I won't be around

long enough to see it all go.

And Harley?

Well, Harley thinks she's going to

save it by winning at the rodeo.

Would you excuse us

for a minute, please?

You rope pretty good.

I've always wanted to

learn how to do that.

- Good luck.

- Any chance you'd give me some lessons?

Ha, ha, ha. J.W. Did you hear that? This

guy wants us to give him roping lessons.

I'll pay.

In advance.

In advance?

Yep.

Wondering if maybe you might want to

rent out that empty bunkhouse too.

I could pay room and board.

Maybe stay a little while.

Take some roping lessons.

Okay.

You want to buy a rope?

You mind telling me...

- why you can't stand still for one minute?

- All right.

I just don't believe you're telling

our problems to a perfect stranger.

Our problems with this ranch

are none of his business.

If he's such a perfect stranger, what

are you doing bringing him home?

He got knocked out

defending my honor.

Was I supposed to leave him

lying there on the ground?

- If you hadn't liked him, you would have.

- I do not like him.

Then why is he making

you so nervous?

I'll be right back.

What's he doing on a horse?

- Well, he bought it.

- He what?

- He's gonna be staying with us for a while.

- What?

For roping lessons and room

and board. He's paying.

What's your problem?

You like him, don't you?

Why does everybody

keep saying that?

"Lights and smoke swirling,

his voice particularly strong...

Dusty delivered the performance of his

life last night in Shreveport Auditorium."

Idiots.

Idiots? Hell, they love me. They

think I'm better than Dusty.

Loved you?

They didn't even know it was you.

- Thank God they didn't.

- Maybe they should know that it's me.

Buddy...

you've got a lot of talent...

and someday people are gonna be

spending a lot of money to see you.

But these people paid to see Dusty.

So did the people in Vegas who

bought tickets for the show.

And what happens if

you don't find Dusty?

I will.

Uh-huh.

Grandma Ivy?

Who's there?

- Earl Blackstock.

- Who?

Earl Blackstock. Wyatt's friend.

You took us fishing.

I know who you are.

I just couldn't hear you.

Why don't we go over

here and sit down.

It's cooler over here.

You're looking well, ma'am.

Thank you. I'm feeling pretty good.

The rain is doing great

things for your flowers.

Yeah. They are pretty this year.

He's not here.

Tell you the truth, Grandma Ivy,

I'm pretty worried about him.

He took off and...

He's got all this pressure and people just

trying to get a piece of him, you know.

It ain't surprising.

But this one's different.

He missed a show and...

- That just ain't like him.

- Well, sometimes...

the tree grows too fast.

And the roots don't develop.

And sometimes you have to chop off the top

of that tree to let the roots catch up.

- But do you know where he's at?

- No.

I expect if you follow the

roots, you'll find him.

Grandma Ivy, in all the

years I've known you...

I've never heard you answer

a question directly.

There are no answers.

Only the search.

Yeah. Whatever that means.

It was great seeing you.

Yeah, you too.

- Take care now.

- I will.

Drive careful.

Earl. Don't you leave home,

now, without seeing your mama.

Yes, ma'am.

No. There's no sign of Dusty.

Go, go.

Come on.

Yes!

Yes!

Come in.

Bobby, no.

I'm not putting you off,

I swear. No, really.

Dusty is working on some new

material for the Vegas show...

and he don't want to be disturbed

right now. Yeah. Okay.

Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.

All right, bye.

- What's the problem now?

- It's Frankenstein.

He's saying we better take care of him

in case Dusty doesn't show up for Vegas.

Yeah. This morning he

asked me for a massage.

Come on, Lula, I don't have to put

up with that. I don't work for him.

I know, I know, I know.

But you guys do work for me...

and I want you to keep

him quiet and happy...

- ...just a few more days.

- Yes, ma'am.

And I don't want him talking

to anyone. Understand?

Yes, ma'am. I'm still not

giving him a massage.

Hi, there.

What do you think?

Looks pretty nice, huh?

Well...

I think it'd look a whole lot better

without that price tag right there.

Oh.

Decided to give Dusty a new look

for Vegas. Drop the cornball stuff.

Buddy, you are not going to Vegas.

Dusty will be back.

Come on, Lula. Dusty is a joke to people

on the cutting edge. He's a farce.

Since when do you know anything

about the cutting edge?

I talked to this reporter last night. She

wanted to know the roadie's view of Dusty.

She said she thought the

whole show was pass.

What are you doing

talking to a reporter?

She bought me a drink.

You know, I got to

thinking afterwards...

here I am saving the day...

yet I'm not getting anything.

No one even knows it's me.

No one's gonna know it either.

- That was our agreement.

- I know.

But everything happened so fast, I didn't

have a chance to think it through.

I mean...

I think I ought to get a

recording contract, at least.

And money.

How much money?

A hundred grand.

Yes?

Oh. Hi, Sam.

No.

No, Dusty's not going to be making

it down to the station this trip.

Yeah.

He's gonna be real

disappointed too.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

No, I'm gonna send you

and the guys some CDs.

Okay, you take good care.

Okay, bye.

A hundred grand?

You are out of your mind.

You know, Lula,

it would have been...

awful easy to tell that pretty

reporter the whole story last night.

Don't you threaten me, Buddy.

That's the thoughts of a fool

Thinking out loud

She loved me so

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Can I get a cold one?

- Yeah.

But I was untrue

She's gone for good

What can I do

That's the thoughts of a fool

Thinking out loud

- Does Pete Shanks still own this joint?

- Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna come down

there myself in the morning.

Just keep on him.

Okay.

In all the world

You will never find

So you really can

play that thing, huh?

Two horses?

He really needs a little exercise.

J.W. usually helps me out,

but he's not up for riding.

- And Tim's still out doing chores.

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