Ride the high country Page #4

- No rush about making up your mind.|- Don't listen to them.

We're gonna get married tonight.

I guess that will be all, Mr. Longtree.

By the way...

...just who is Mr. Longtree?

I rode up with him from the farm.

- That's a couple of days on the trail.|- That's right. Two days, two nights.

A couple of nights.

A couple of nights on the trail.

Billy!

There were two other men with us|from the bank in town.

Besides, Mr. Longtree|was a perfect gentleman.

How come? Something wrong with him?

Well, now, I don't think I ever met|a perfect gentleman before, Mr. Longtree.

You come back and see us real soon now,|you hear, Mr. Longtree?

Jimmy, Sylvus, Elder, come on down here.|I want you to meet my woman.

Come on.

Elsa, honey, this is Jimmy.|He's sort of the baby of the family.

And that's Sylvus. He's been doing|our cooking, as you can see.

And the one on the end is Elder.|He's the head of the clan.

And I want you to meet my favorite brother.|Henry! Get down here now! Come on.

Henry's sort of our banker,|you might say.

Come on, honey, I'll show you my tent.

It looks like you've got|a pretty good claim.

It's a gold mine, honey.|Why don't you come over and take a look.

You're invited too.

- Find Billy Hammond?|- Yeah.

What's he like?

What difference does it make?|She wanted him, now she's got him.

I don't want a shave.

Well, Jimmy, you're gonna get shaved|whether you want to or not.

You've been running around|with that peach fuzz long enough.

We want that girl to know|she's marrying into a family of men.

Hey, Billy.

Thank you, Sylvus.

Now haul it.

What's that for?

You're leaving.

I see no sense in moving out|just because you're honeymooning.

I don't have time to explain it to you,|brother. Just get out.

I ain't going.

You just did.

Takes care of him.

- I gotta clean up in here.|- Plenty of time for that later.

- No. I wanna do it now.|- No, you don't.

- But the place is filthy.|- It'll wait. It'll wait.

Let go, Billy.

- Billy, let me go!|- All right.

Calm down.

Come on, honey.

See you later.

If you need any help...

...fastening up your wedding dress,|you just holler, you hear?

I'll manage.

First drink is best, east or west.

- Let him go. Turn him loose.|- There we go.

Jimmy, we're gonna make|a man of you now.

Say, Henry.

I've been wanting to ask you something.|Something's been on my mind.

Was you planning to bathe|for the wedding?

No, sir.

You ain't gonna clean up|for your brother's wedding?

No, sir, I ain't.

I didn't wash when cousin|got wed back home.

That bride didn't seem to mind none.|Did she, Billy?

Now there'll be none of that.

None of what?

You know something, Sylvus?

Billy is getting small-minded|about that woman.

And a might feisty.

A few drinks under his belt,|he'll change his mind.

Now, liquor always did have|a softening effect on Billy.

I hate to get married with one of my|brothers smelling bad enough to gag a dog.

Yeah, that so?

You wouldn't want that sweet thing|to think we're less than quality, would you?

The only thing I know|is that after tonight...

...she ain't gonna be able|to think enough about me.

Get him in there.

All right, let him up.

- Henry. Henry.|- Henry.

- Come on now, Henry.|- Easy now.

- Oh, we're just funning you, Henry.|- Come on, Henry.

- Easy.|- Come on, Henry.

Put the knife up now.|You're gonna cut yourself.

Is that a smile I see coming on his face?

Easy now, Henry.

Come on, boys.

Drink to the bride!

Let's have a drink.

Stand up, judge. Here comes the bride.

Come on. Steady now.

Here she is, folks, my bride-to-be.|Elsa, this here's Judge Tolliver.

Pleased to make your acquaintance,|my dear.

And that there's Kate.|She's your bridesmaid.

Welcome to Kate's Place, honey.

And these ladies over here|are Sam and Rose and Belle and Candy.

- We're your flower girls, honey.|- You're beautiful, girls. Beautiful.

Aren't they beautiful, Elsa?

Let her roll, Charlie!

Drinks on the house!

You come on over and sit down, honey.|You must be tired. Poor baby.

We'll all of us have a little drinkie|before the formalities.

Now, you take this. Don't be afraid.|It'll do you good.

Cheers, Elsa.

Heck.

Eleven thousand,|four hundred and eighty-six.

That's a far cry|from a quarter of a million.

Fortunes of war.

Hardly worth it.

All depends on where you stand.

I guess that's right.

To a poor man, 11,000|is just as far away as 250,000.

- Where are you going?|- Out for some fresh air. Any objections?

We're gathered here in the high mountains|in the presence of this august company...

...to join this man and this woman|in matrimony.

Now, I'm not a man of the cloth,|and this is not a religious ceremony.

It's a civil marriage.

But it's not to be entered|into unadvisedly...

...but reverently and soberly.

A good marriage has a kind|of simple glory about it.

A good marriage is like a rare animal.|It's hard to find.

It's almost impossible to keep.

You see, people change.

That's important for you to know|at the beginning.

People change.

The glory of a good marriage|don't come at the beginning.

It comes later on.

It's hard work.

Billy, do you take this woman|to be your lawful-wedded wife...

...until God, by death, shall separate you?|- I do.

And do...?

What's your name again?

Elsa Knudsen.

Do you, Elsa, promise to take this man|to be your lawful-wedded husband...

...until death does separate you?

I do.

Do you have a ring?

Then, by the authority vested in me,|I hereby pronounce you man and wife.

All right, girls, change your clothes.

Henry! Henry, Henry!

No, no. Sylvus, Sylvus.|Now that's enough, Sylvus.

Hey, bartender, pour a little more.

No use standing here|tormenting yourself, son.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

What a party!

Come on, Billy. Come on, get over there|and get acquainted around.

Let me in there. Let me in there.

- Have fun, honey.|- Billy!

Billy!

Come on, now. It's my turn, Sylvus.

- I told you not to do that!|- Now, wait.

You had your turn.

It looks like Jimmy's making a man|out of himself.

- I told you not to do that!|- Now, don't be like that, Sylvus.

Oh, come on now.

Now, Sylvus, we got a nice party.|Now, why don't you behave yourself.

You can't hit my brother!

Don't leave me.

I wish I'd known more|about those brothers.

It's too late now.

- She's married.|- Glad they didn't invite me to the ceremony.

I always cry at weddings.

The more I am around you, the more|I can do without your sense of humor.

Come on, break it up!|Boys, get over there!

Now I said, break it up,|and I mean it. Get over there.

Come on, Sylvus, get over here|and behave yourself.

Get over there!

- No, Billy.|- Come on.

No.

Well, now, get on in there!

Easy now, Elsa.

Listen, Elsa, you come here!

No, Billy! No, Billy! No! Not here!

No, Billy!

Now, you straighten out,|you hear me?

Where's Billy?

I've got some prying brothers.

You stay here.

She's mine. She's mine. Let go, Henry.

- Elsa!|- Henry, turn loose of me!

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