Red Garters Page #5

just put your hat back on.

I was only thinking of your reputation.

What are you thinking of when you're

horsing around with the Dorgan sisters...

in full view of the public?

Now, Calaveras,

you know they don't mean anything.

-They're just merely--

-Yes, I know.

Bless their dear little hearts.

Whereas you're a lady.

You know darn good and well

I earn my living by singing in a saloon.

Yes, but--

You know that every man

who buys champagne for me...

expects more for his investment

than was ever trampled out of a grape.

But, Calaveras--

Does the mere fact

that I disappoint them make me a lady?

-Yes.

-Why?

Because I love you, that's why.

So your love

for me makes me a lady, does it?

-I wish I could do as much for you.

-What do you mean by that?

Look, Jason, I asked you

for a favor a little while ago.

Are you willing to make a stab at it?

-Calaveras, that's asking too much.

-Goodbye, Jason.

You might at least give me a chance

to think it over.

When you've reached a decision, come back.

I told you I love you.

What more do you want?

-Goodbye, Jason.

-I'm gonna....

So long!

-Hey, what'd you do to Jason, duck?

-I caught him with his hat off.

Sometimes you treat

that man shameful. Why?

Because of six innocent kids

who deserve to grow up in a decent town...

and be proud of their father.

-Which six kids?

-Mine and Jason's, of course.

-Well, well, well.

-And don't ask me their names.

The poor little devils

haven't even been born yet.

And the way things look,

I don't think they ever will be.

Well, well, well, well, well!

Well!

What kind of holiday falls on July 13?

It's the anniversary of the one and only

battle ever fought in Limbo County.

-Who fought it?

-White men and Indians, who else?

-Who won?

-Who won?

Well, I ain't bragging, but that battle

set the palefaces back 1 0 years.

And my grandmother's

got a trunk full of scalps to prove it.

Around here, we'd celebrate

the anniversary of a smallpox epidemic...

just for an excuse to dance.

Who's going to dance with whom?

It seems to me

this town's been deserted for a whole week.

It seems that way to me, too.

I don't know. I haven't noticed

any startling decrease in the population...

excepting for the absence of Reb Randall

and Rafael Moreno.

A girl should never plan

On hitching with a man

Who's used to roaming near and far

I'm just not worthy of

The gal I'd like to love

Of course there ain't no men who are

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go

I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

I tip my hat

to one

Greetings, my lovely ones.

As you observe, we have returned.

We were not

by any chance missed, were we?

You weren't missed, and for my part,

it wasn't by any chance.

I didn't miss you on purpose.

How can anyone miss anybody

when nobody said goodbye to anybody?

Well, we kind of left

on the spur of the moment.

What were you looking for, a bank to rob?

Reb was looking for this person

who so carelessly killed his brother.

I went along to see that

he did not shoot the wrong man.

Our search was a failure.

But we are not discouraged.

This person might be at the big dance.

You ladies, I hope,

plan to attend this dance?

Don't look at me. I didn't kill Reb's brother.

Where are you off to, Susana?

-I was just going to get ready for the dance.

-Susana, I forbid it.

You can't keep Susana away

from certain persons all her life.

Especially if she's been

crying her heart out...

over a certain one of them

every night this week.

Is this true?

All I can say is

that every time I look at him...

I know that the most

I ever want out of life...

is to cook his meals and wash his clothes...

and mend his socks and scrub his back...

for as long as he lives.

-Susana, you mean....

-Yup!

Oh, I wish I could have said that.

-Susana, go ahead to the dance.

-No, she don't.

If Jason insists on butting in,

let him scrub Reb Randall's back.

-Thank you.

-Don't you dare.

Go on, Susana.

I don't like this, Calaveras.

I don't like it at all.

Look, if we're gonna have a battle...

let's fight over something more important

than who scrubs whose back.

-Such as what?

-Such as barbecues.

You're gonna start that again?

You told me you were going

to think a certain matter over.

Reb hasn't found out

who killed his brother yet.

What are you gonna do

when he does find out?

Well, you know the Code.

You know how long a reformer

would last around here.

-That doesn't answer my question.

-Now, you see here, Calaveras.

The mere fact that I love you...

doesn't give you the right

to interfere in how I run this town.

Mind my own business, is that it?

Well, I....

I don't think my pants would look

very attractive on you, my love.

On you, they don't look

so good either, my love.

We both can't wear them.

I wouldn't be caught dead in them,

which may happen to you any day.

I'd rather be caught dead in them...

than to have people say

I've traded them for a petticoat!

I know he's filled with good intentions

But he only makes me sad

He's always wrong

with good intentions

They might just as well be bad

I swear that he'll never get me down

I keep my spirits high

Then all at once

he'll let me down

And I wonder

''Why try?''

I get so tired of good intentions

And I say I'll let him go

But I

Love him so!

Vaquero, be careful here

She's waiting here

To kiss you and crush you, Vaquero

Take care

Vaquero, her flashing eyes

Will hypnotize

And claim you

Enflame you

Vaquero, take care

You barbarian!

My cousin, I see you've recovered my hat

which I have so carelessly lost.

Where did you lose it, Rafael?

I remember distinctly.

It was on the road to Whiskey Flats.

On the night my brother was killed?

I shall never forget the night

your brother was killed.

I was at a dance in Jimtown.

Then, if you were at a dance

in Jimtown that night--

In Jimtown I danced with Chiquita...

Marquita, Anita, Conchita...

and a large woman

by the name of Bertha Baumstetter.

Some dancing.

Oh, I drank, yes.

I drank mescal, tequila,

rum, gin, beer, redeye.

Some drinking.

And then I started home.

I did not walk. No. I floated.

-I know what you mean.

-I sang songs. I danced.

But there was only one thing missing

to keep me happy...

-and that was a good, rousing fight.

-I can understand that.

Then I met this man...

who, unfortunately, was your brother.

And then?

Then I kindly offered

to remove his gall bladder...

at absolutely no expense to himself

and he refused.

I volunteered to break

both his arms and his legs...

with just my bare hands.

He was not interested.

So you started the fight, Rafael?

I turned to leave. There was a shot.

My hat flew off.

And after that, we both shoot many times.

When it was all over...

your brother Robin was no longer alive.

Golly, Rafael, why did you

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