Rancho Notorious Page #4

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I don't ask you to stay here.

That's your price?

- Always, ten per cent.

You been riding high.

Some day...

Some day what?

Count it out, Jess.

You'll have a chance

to win it back tonight.

You're mighty lucky.

- Do you mind? On my birthday?

I been chasing this filly.

She finally asks me in.

I said, "You got a husband or two.

Where are they?"

She said,

"I got three husbands in the cellar."

"I lock 'em up when I'm not using

'em. Are you coming in or not?"

You'd do anything to get your

arms round a girl, huh?.

- Wouldn't you?

I'm in.

Isn't this worth staying for?

I'm out.

- Somebody get me a drink.

You don't remember him?

- I never lose a face. I've never seen him.

Looks like a lot of men.

- What's bothering you?

You see the way he looked at you

when you told that story?

Frenchy brought him.

That's enough for me.

You're always there

when you're needed.

Ace is bet.

- Gonna play my luck.

And a hundred.

- Two steep for me.

I'll see you.

- Three fives.

I don't wanna see

Altar swindled on her birthday!

Geary bugged that card. I seen it.

Say that again, Harbin.

- He cheated, I tell you.

I knew he cheated.

That's why I stole his watch.

I'd trade it for the pot.

- I'd call that a fair trade.

How about a song, Altar?

- Give us a tune.

The three things a man requires are

whiskey, a song and an honest woman.

Or any woman. Take care

of my money, Harbin.

I've had all kinds but never found

one to equal Altar. How about you?

I wouldn't know.

- Maybe he's got a sweetheart.

Let's have some music.

Let's have fun.

# A young man is reckless and ready

# A young man is handsome and vain

# He's young and intense,

but hasn't the sense

# To come in out of the rain

# Get away, get away

# Get away, young man, get away!

# A young man is full of adventure

# And eager to do what he can

# He may be a joy,

but don't send a boy

# To do the work of a man

# Get away, get away

# Get away, young man, get away!

# A young man will come

when you call him

# And leave when you tell him to go

# But some day he'll guess

a woman means yes

# Whenever a woman says no

# Get away, get away

# Get away, young man, get away!

# A woman is only a creature

of notions and dimples and lies

# So learn, if you can,

this lesson, young man

# And don't run off when she cries

# "Get away, get away,

get away, young man, get away!"

# Get away, get away,

get away, young man

# Get away, get away, if you can! #

Altar, lookout coming!

Saw some riders at Dry Creek! Looks

like a posse headed for the ranch!

Regular hands stay. Everybody else,

clear your gear out of the bunkhouse.

Lookout, go back to your post. Clean

up this mess. Get rid of the bottles.

Shall I stay?

- No, I can handle this.

They don't know my face...

- Go with the others!

Get going!

- You heard the lady.

Ride to the ridge camp.

Stay until I send word.

Everybody ready? Come on!

Hello, Spinning C!

Hello, the ranch!

Anyone awake?

Marshal Donaldson!

We haven't seen you in months.

Hello, Miss Keane. You're up late.

- I was working.

We're hunting four men, Miss Keane.

Frenchy Fairmont and a man that

helped him break jail, Vern Haskell,

came this way a couple of days ago.

A sheep herder saw them.

Then Mort Geary and Jess Factor,

wanted in Texas for a train robbery,

were reported heading this way.

That's peculiar, isn't it?

Yes. Unless they're all

headed for the border.

No sign of them here?

- Not a soul.

Things are very peaceful these days.

I don't like to do it, but I've got

to ask you one thing more.

- Yes?

We'd like to breathe our horses

here and loan some of yours.

Glad to oblige. Rio, Gonzales,

get five of our best horses.

We'll help.

- Would you like a drink?

I should keep my finger steady.

- It will take a while to get the horses.

Where's Vern?

- He stopped a way back.

His saddle was slipping.

He'll never find this trail.

I'll go back for him.

The horses are ready.

- Would you like a drink?

Thank you.

- I hope we can repay you.

You can. If you hear of any Eastern

buyers of stock, let me know.

My cousin might give you some trade.

- That's nice.

How many horses do you have?

- About 42.

Strange.

I counted 33 in the corral.

How did you happen to count them?

- Because I noticed fresh tracks.

Shoes in the clay, leading out of

the corral - eight or ten horses.

I saw those strays, ma'am, grazing

in the box canyon across the valley.

We can round them up now

or in the morning.

- Are they safe?

I'd say so.

- Morning will do, then.

- Sorry I left the gate rope off, ma'am.

Who are you?

- My new hand, Marshal.

- I thought you used only Mexicans.

I needed an extra man. He's good at

breaking broncs. Careless, sometimes.

You wear your holster mighty high.

- Don't have to reach as far.

Let me see your hands.

- They're not as soft as yours.

I don't earn my living

as a gunsling.

Takes years of cowpunching

to make 'em that rough. Sorry, son.

I got a good man here too.

Sometimes he's TOO careful!

Thanks. Goodnight.

I'll go with you. Wait for me.

- Yes, ma'am.

Come on!

Goodbye, Miss Keane.

Come on, men.

You're always standing in doorways.

And always using your eyes.

- That way, you see unexpected things.

Like stray horses? That was clever.

Thanks.

- I'm grateful,

but I expect men to do as I say.

Why aren't you with the others?

- I lost them on the way.

Figured I might find what I was after here.

- Am I to believe that?

That dress you had on tonight...

I never saw a stylier one.

They made you out of salt and brass!

Where'd the bracelet come from, and

that brooch? Who gave them to you?

Things have to be explained double

to you! There are no questions here.

You don't ask people who they are

or if the moon is yellow!

You don't ask me where I get my

jewellery! It's not your business.

The rules are meant to be kept.

If you don't intend to keep them,

you can clear out right now.

It's hard for a man to look at you

and keep any rules.

Did you just think of that?

- No, when I first saw you, grease and all.

Like heat lightning, I suppose.

- How do you know?

Every time you see me,

you feel weak in the head.

- I feel sorry for myself.

Sorry I never met you before. Sorry

I never gave you a brooch like that.

You're as smooth on the ground

as you are on a horse.

Only when somebody irons me out...

like you do.

Vern, when you find a fenced range,

do you always try to climb over?

I see if the gate's open first.

- One way or another, though, you try.

That was for trying.

That was for trying too hard.

- You're real unfair, ma'am.

- Why?

Got two slaps, only one kiss.

You go and saddle my horse.

I'll lead you up to the trail...

Frenchy?

- Beautiful night for chasing up

and down a mountain.

Sorry I lost you. The only place

I knew where to go was here.

Not being a sceptical man,

that's what I figured.

The posse was looking for

you, Vern, Geary and Factor.

They'll be back in the morning.

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