Savage Sam Page #4

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Whoa, now.

Hold it now.

Hold it, boy.

Easy.

Sam.

Hey. What's

the matter, Sam?

It's me, Travis.

hey.

Come here,

you old hound, you.

Sure am glad

to see you, boy.

Listen, Sam.

If anything's gonna be done

for Lisbeth and Arliss,

Looks like we gotta do it.

Come on, boy.

Let's pick up that trail.

Hey!

Sam, come here.

Come here, Sam.

Come here.

Sam, now listen.

You gotta hold back

or you'll outrun me.

We gotta work together on this

or we don't stand a chance.

All right,

let's try again.

Sam! Sam! Sam.

Sam, wait.

Sam.

Come back.

Get him off of me!

Travis! Travis.

Quit that. Quit that, boy.

Travis!

Take it easy now.

Easy. Easy, Travis.

You settle down now.

Take it easy.

Settle down now.

Travis. Travis.

Uncle Beck.

Easy now.

Easy, Travis.

We're with you now.

Gosh doggone it. Tried...

tried to choke a man to death.

well, get him

some water, crup.

Lisbeth, my baby girl,

is she all right?

What about Arliss?

Back's bad sunburned.

Them bruises look ugly too.

Best grease 'em. Todd, get that bacon

rind out of my saddlebag. Here, son.

I have a clean shirt

in my saddlebag.

Here. Easy. Easy now. -You kill

any of them cutthroat savages?

they still got my horses?

Them thievin' devils.

-Sam. We gotta get Sam!

Sam? He got a hot

trail on them Indians.

We gotta catch up

with that dog before

it gets dark. You

think you can make it?

He's gotta make it.

I tell you, them red

devils so much as

touch my little girl...

Of course I can make it. -Let's go

then. You can eat while we're riding.

Now hold on a minute, Beck.

We got a little problem here.

Seven men

and six horses.

Ride double.

Why, it's gonna be tough enough of

keepin' up with that dog ridin' single.

And I say let's leave the boy here

and we'll pick him up on the way back.

I'm goin'.

Now lookie here, boy.

I won't hold nobody up.

I'll take it afoot. Afoot?

Sure, I'll run alongside and hang onto

somebody's saddle, like the Comanche.

Comanche? I thought

you said them was Apaches.

They are Apache,

all but one. -Whoever

heard of a Comanche

runnin' with Apache?

What difference does it make? Our

job's to find 'em. Beck's right.

Find 'em and kill 'em.

You say that Comanche kept up

hanging on the saddle? Yes, sir.

Well, if he can do it,

so can we.

Get up on that horse and finish

eatin'. I'll take the first turn.

If we don't catch up

with them before they get

to the mountains we're

never gonna find 'em.

Wiley, uh, I could use

a chaw myself.

Come on.

all right, who's next?

I believe I am, Beck.

no, you ain't.

Yeah, it's your turn. Bud Searcy

here's the only one that ain't run yet.

Well, is that a fact?

I reckon I lost count.

You mind totin' this for me?

This old gun ain't

no good, Searcy. An

old pony'd get swayback

just a packin' it.

No good? Did I ever tell about the time

I blew a hole through two savages...

Ridin' side by side

a thousand yards away?

never did see two more

surprised Injuns, till today.

Not to mention the buffalo

a-runnin' alongside 'em.

Come on, bud.

-Beck, he's too old to run.

Who's too old? Happen to know I'm

eight year younger than pack underwood.

Yeah. Eight years younger

and a hundred pounds heavier.

Why, 50 yards on foot and your eyeballs

would be a-stickin' out on their stems.

Crup, if he wants to run,

let him run. Now let's git.

Too old. Did I ever tell you about

the time I run a deer down on foot?

Save your wind, Searcy.

Look at that.

Could be Sam.

Uncle Beck, it's Sam! -All right,

hold it. Hold it. No shootin'.

Beat 'em off

with your ropes.

Hyah! Hyah!

Get out of here! Hyah!

Hyah! Get out of there!

Hyah! Hyah! Go

on! Get up! Get up!

Hyah! Hyah!

Go on! Get out of here!

Get! Get up there!

Get up!

Easy, boy.

Good old Sam.

Let me see what

they did to you.

Cut him up much?

Well, they chewed up

his paw pretty bad. Oh.

Think he can

take the trail?

I don't know.

Try him.

All right, Sam.

Come here, boy.

Come here, boy.

Come to me.

Come on, Sam.

What are we gonna

do now, Beck?

I say leave him here

and let's get to ridin'.

The trail's gonna be tougher to follow

from here on, especially at night.

Without that dog

we ain't got a prayer.

But that hound

can't even walk.

Hand him up here, Travis.

Wiley crup, you done

that on purpose.

Ah, quit your "bellerin'." Searcy,

a good bath never hurt you none.

Man, now I guess

I seen everything.

Blowhards and pot hounds allowed to

ride while good men are left afoot.

All right, who runs now?

-Reckon I do.

You reckon you can?

-Sure.

Let's git.

Travis.

Yes, sir?

Take Sam down and see

if he can pick up the trail.

Supposin' he can't?

He will.

Go, Sam.

Please, Sam.

Arliss, Sam.

Go find Arliss.

Come on, Sam.

That's it, Sam!

-Stick with it, Sam.

Travis, go on,

pick him up.

We're on the right trail.

What'd I tell ya?

still say we're puttin' a heap

of Faith in a lame dog.

Right now a lame dog's

all we got.

Don't tell me

about right and wrong.

I'm not trying to

tell you anything, pack.

Then don't argue with me

about injun killing.

I wasn't arguing. I merely said the

reason the Indians fight so hard...

Is the white man's crowding

in, killing off the buffalo.

That's all. Them Injuns don't own

the land, they don't own the buffalo.

Maybe not, but after

thousands of years

they feel as though

they have a right to it.

They're gonna learn different.

And I learn 'em.

Sometimes hard to tell

who the savages are.

Dirty injun lover!

Quit that!

Quit it out, I said!

Quit that! He can't

talk to me that way!

I said, quit it. We

go fightin' amongst

ourselves, we're never

gonna catch no Injuns.

Travis, you spell

crup a while.

It's about time. My feets wore

off clean up to the hipbone.

I didn't mean

to get him so upset.

I know that.

I never saw a man

so full of hate.

Well, there's things that can

sometimes breed hate in a man.

Not like that.

You're new out here, white.

You're gonna find

this is a hard country.

You go to fightin' it, and it fights

you right back every inch of the way.

Ain't Virginia.

I realize that, Beck.

I mean, out here...

A man puts in

a crop of corn and...

You bust your back

watering it and hoeing it,

And just before harvest

it gets set on by hoppers.

They hate the land.

And you got about 50 head

of cattle ready for market.

Then blight comes

along and kills 'em

all off. You get so

you hate everythin'.

But not other people

the way he does.

Look, a couple of years ago,

pack come home...

He come one day and he found

his cabin burnt to the ground...

And his wife

and three kids was killed.

All of 'em was scalped.

And he about went crazy

grievin'.

That can turn into hate

real easy.

Come on, Sam.

That's a boy.

I just thought you

ought to know. Come on.

all right, let's go.

Look it.

They buried that fire and let out

in a hurry. -How long do you figure?

It couldn't be long.

The sand's still warm.

If we're that close behind them red

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