Savage Sam Page #3

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I'm gonna finish that grubbin'

before sundown.

Um, would... would you care

for a mite of company?

I ain't seen a bobcat

in some time.

Close up, that is.

Well, yeah, sure.

Sure.

Wouldn't hurt none

to hang on to my belt.

Make more sense

than falling off.

Did you hear about Betsy

Miller and George Floyd?

No. What about 'em? Got

married last Thursday.

Got married? I didn't

know they was old enough.

Oh, yes. Betsy's eight

months older than me.

And George, well, he's at least

a few months older than you.

That's more than old enough.

Wouldn't you figure?

Yeah, sounds like.

My Mama and Papa were even

younger when they got married.

is that so?

Oh, yes.

Mama says, "getting

married is the best way...

For two folks to really

get to know each other."

listen.

I think I hear Sam.

He's right over yonder.

Well, I don't hear him now.

Me neither.

Be real quiet.

I wanna listen.

that's Jumper.

There he is.

go get him, Sam!

Arliss,

you come outta there.

Not till we get

this old bobcat, I ain't.

You leave that bobcat

alone. You keep messin'

with him, he's liable

to eat you alive.

He can't. I'm holdin'

him off with a stick.

Listen to him squall

when I poke him.

Pesky Arliss.

Tryin' to reason with him...

Is like buttin' your head up

against a stoop and pole stoke.

I'd better go in

and get him.

Sic him, Sam!

Just kill him!

That'll teach him

to leave our chickens alone.

Arliss,

you get outta there.

Travis, you leave go of me.

Not till I get you out of here.

I ain't comin' out till

I'm darn good and ready.

Well, you get good and ready

'cause you're comin' out.

Oh, no, I ain't!

Ow!

You let go!

Quit kicking me!

Dang you, Travis,

let go!

Come on!

Arliss.

I'll learn you,

Travis Coates.

Ow! Now cut it out!

You stop rockin' Travis,

you hear?

Ow!

Hang on to him.

All right, Arliss. You asked

for it, and you're gonna get it.

Dang you, Travis Coates, when I

get big, I'm gonna fix you good.

Hold it. Hold it!

We better make

a run for it.

Travis!

You leave my brother alone!

Get him, Sam!

Chew on him, Sam.

Murderer!

Uncle Beck!

Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Aah!

Travis!

It's all right.

It's all right. They're

just having fun with him.

Arliss, you gotta quit

fightin' 'em.

That little varmint bothers

me again and I'll kill him.

And get us all killed before we

get a chance to escape. Look out!

You come back here with my hat,

you yellow-bellied coward!

Arliss, quit rilin' him. Next time

he'll be lifting more than your hat.

So wild to get a scalp,

he'd even take it from a baby.

Who you callin' a baby?

-Arliss!

You've got to quit fighting

back, do you hear me?

Yeah, I hear.

That's the one

that killed Sam.

The one what stole

my hat. Killed Sam?

Chopped him down with a chunk of

wood while you were unconscious.

I tell you,

he'll pay for that.

Listen, don't start

anything. You're gonna

mess up any chance we

got of gettin' away.

All right,

but I'll get him.

Travis, what's to happen to us

if we don't escape?

Don't fret, Lisbeth,

we'll get away.

But supposin' we don't,

what then?

Well, it's kinda hard

to figure.

They'll probably make me into one

of their slaves, more than likely.

Oh, no! Only reason I can figure

for them not killing me right off.

Well, I ain't gonna be no

slave, and I'll swear to that.

No, being a youngun, they'll

probably make you an Indian.

I'd like to see 'em try.

I'd just like to see 'em.

You just simmer down. They ain't

gonna make no injun out of me.

Travis?

Yes.

What do you reckon

they figure to do with me?

I ain't really give that

proper thought.

They'll make me some

Indian's squaw, won't they?

Lisbeth.

That one.

He's as much as claimed me,

hasn't he?

Say, maybe that's

the way to do it.

Do what?

Get away.

Let's get some other injun

and that one into a fight...

Over who gets Lisbeth

for his squaw.

And in the fuss, you and me

could make a run for it. Arliss!

Then we can hightail

it outta here and bring

back help. Maybe she

won't be married yet.

Travis!

Hush up!

If they're gonna make her a

squaw anyway, what's the harm?

Arliss, be quiet!

Listen, Lisbeth. Nobody's

gonna touch you. I promise.

But if you try to fight them,

they'll kill you.

I'd rather be dead than see

one of them lay a hand on you.

Mush.

That one your Uncle Beck shot, he's

different from the others, isn't he?

Yeah, he's Comanche. You can tell

by his hair. Others are Apache.

Why does he run instead

of ridin'? Is he crazy?

No, it's easier to run.

Jouncin' around that horse

hurts his wounded leg.

Well, I hope that bullet

wound bleeds him to death.

Look at 'em,

stuffin' their bellies.

This meat tastes funny.

Wonder what it is.

Horse meat,

more than likely.

Horse meat?

Where's Old Jumper?

Probably with the horses.

No, he ain't.

He ain't with the horses.

Travis, they've killed him! They

went and butchered Old Jumper.

Now how do you know?

-I can't see him nowheres.

I can't eat none of Old

Jumper. I tell you, I can't.

You don't know

it's Jumper.

If it ain't him,

where's he at?

Well, he could have

gotten away.

I didn't see him get away. -You

didn't see him get butchered neither.

Now, Arliss, sit there

and eat 'cause you

don't know when you're

gonna get another chance.

But what if it is

Old Jumper?

If it is Old Jumper,

he won't mind.

Jumper will know

you gotta eat.

Sure.

You know,

Jumper was a good ol' mule.

Plowed our corn,

packed in our meat.

Hauled our crops.

Drug up the logs

for the cabin, Papa said.

And now he's keeping us

from starving to death.

Do you remember the time the hogs

cut up you and Old Yeller so bad...

And Jumper had to

bring you in home?

Arliss, could you just

hush up about Old Jumper?

Remember how we used to have

to tie a drag log to his foot...

To keep him from jumpin'

into the corn?

Sure was a good old mule.

Dang their

stinkin' hides.

Somebody's gonna pay

for killin' Old Jumper.

And I know just who.

That oughta teach you something

about butcherin' Old Jumper.

Put me down!

Gimme back my shirt!

What are they doing

to him?

They admire his spirit. Gonna

make an Indian out of him.

Lisbeth.

Lisbeth.

Get my knife

out of my back pocket.

How will

I ever open it?

Bring it up to my mouth.

Shh.

Arliss.

Arliss!

Shh. Be real quiet now.

I'm cutting you loose.

Arliss,

you gone crazy?

I wasn't leavin' without

my pants. Let's git.

Travis, that's Sam.

Sam!

Sam's alive!

Come on.

Look out!

let me go!

You leave him alone!

No!

no! No!

Travis, that's Sam again!

Aah!

-He's on the trail.

Come on, Sam.

Bring Uncle Beck!

Troops, ho!

Travis, look!

Forward, ho!

Wait! Wait!

That's a really

scared bunch of Indians.

Apaches from what

I could see through the dust.

Yeah. Well, there's no use

chasing 'em any farther.

I wonder what devilry

they've been up to.

Horse stealin'

it looks like.

Left by twos. Ho.

Wait!

Wait!

Easy, boy.

Whoa, now.

I won't hurt you now.

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