Savage Sam Page #5

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devils, now's the time to crowd in.

That's what we're gonna do.

Travis, go get Sam.

Come here, Sam.

Whose turn is it to run?

-It's mine, Beck.

Notice how many snakes and

spiders are movin' about? Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

If it wasn't the

middle of the day, I'd

say those birds are

heading for their roost.

They are.

It's fixin' to rain.

Are you sure?

Look it there.

Any time you see one of them

old boys on the prowl...

This far from water,

you can bet it's gonna rain.

Well, if it rains,

what happens to the trail?

We'll worry about that

when it rains.

That's hail!

Crop 'em up behind Todd.

Head for them rocks!

Head for that cave!

This ain't the safest place in the

world, but it's better than nothin'.

Not much. If a ten-foot

head of water come

a boilin' down out

of them hills yonder,

It'll drown every

last one of us afore

we get a chance to

turn around and spit.

Wiley, if you knows of a better

place, why don't you go crawl into it?

We ain't through yet,

Travis.

How could Lisbeth and

Arliss live through all this?

Ah, them Indians can find shelter, you

can bet on that. That's right, Travis.

They're a lot wilder, know

more about the country than us.

Sure. But the trail will

be completely wiped out.

We know they're

headed right for them

mountains, and Sam can

pick up the trail again.

Man alive, Coates.

Pickin' up a trail

after a Storm like

that might take days.

I'll worry about that,

crup. -How long you

figure these old wore-out

horses gonna last?

Till they go down.

Then what?

Then we're gonna

take out afoot.

Afoot?

-That's what I said.

Well, if that's your plan

you can count me out.

Figure on goin' home,

you can walk.

Try and take my horse? -I

wouldn't try it. I'd just take it.

Coates,

I rode in here

on my horse.

I aim to ride out on him

anytime I please.

So don't nobody

try and stop me.

Wiley, you damn move

a hair...

And I'll be obliged to blow a

hole clean through your backbone.

And this close

that ain't no brag.

You ain't got the gall.

Gentlemen, would you kindly

step out from behind Mr. Crup?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Now, Wiley, would you care

to test my gall?

That's better.

It stopped!

-Well, let's get movin'.

What are we gonna do

about crup? Nothin'.

Aren't we gonna take his guns? He

can't fight Indians without a gun.

You old jackass, you.

Wiley, I could use a chaw.

Wiley, I'm askin' you

to do me a favor.

I want you to loan me

a chaw of tobacco.

thanks.

Uncle Beck,

wait!

go get 'em, Sam.

Hunt it out, boy.

It's all up to you now.

Do you think he's got

it? -I know he's got it.

Stay with it, boy.

Stay with it.

come on in. He's got it!

Uncle Beck.

Uncle Beck,

we're gettin' close.

You sure? Yes,

sir. I'm real sure.

Sam. Sam.

Here, boy. Sam!

He's liable to run right into

them Injuns. Y'all wait here.

Wait? I came to kill Injuns,

not to wait.

Beck said to wait.

Now I reckon we best do it.

Sam!

Here, Sam. Sam.

Come here.

Come here, Sam. Come here,

you. Hold it. Hold it.

Now quit that.

Quit it, Sam.

You bite me, I'm gonna

bite you right back, you fool.

okay.

You get your mind set

on one thing, you're

stubborn as a one-eyed

mule, ain't ya?

All right. Let's see what's

on the other side of that hill.

Travis.

You'll be needin'

some extra cartridges.

Thank you.

Did you see 'em? In the

draw, back of that hill.

Well, let's go. Now

wait. Now just wait!

You wait and listen.

They're fixin' to split up.

The only chance we got is to keep

'em from gettin' to their horses.

So I'm gonna ride in and

try and stampede their herd.

Y'all cover me.

Ya understand? Travis.

You take Sam and tie him up. Put a

muzzle on him so he can't give us away.

Yes, sir.

White, you and Todd

circle that ridge.

Come up behind 'em.

Now, I'm countin'

on the two of you to

keep 'em from gettin'

up to them mountains.

Hold your fire until

you see me come into

that valley because

we got to surprise 'em.

Crup, you and bud take cover

down at the mouth of that draw.

That way you can keep 'em from gettin'

out into the open country again.

Once the shootin' starts, we'll

catch 'em in a cross fire. Now, go on.

Come on, Bud.

Let's go.

And where do I go?

You stick with me, pack.

Get up here.

Boy, Sam sure hates

bein' left out.

Well, he done his part.

The rest of it's

up to us now. Come on.

We'll belly crawl from here.

Now, look, Travis. When this

thing opens up, it's gonna go fast.

So you gotta be ready for anything and

everything. Ya understand? Yes, sir.

Now, remember one thing. We're out

here to get Arliss and Lisbeth back.

If we got to kill some Indians to

do it, that's the way it's gonna be.

Now, when you go into a fight, there

ain't but one thing you can bet on.

That's you're gonna be scared.

You feel that way too?

Man and boy,

it's all the same.

They're fightin'

over Lisbeth.

Dirty red savages. Hold

it. Hold, hold it, pack.

Let 'em get good and caught up

in their fightin'.

It'll give me a better chance

to stampede their horses.

Stick 'im!

Stick 'im!

There's my little girl.

Hold it! Hold it! You heard what

Beck said. What you waitin' for?

I'm gonna ride in now.

Y'all give me cover.

You dirty,

murderin' savages.

You dirty, murderin'

savages! No!

Travis!

Look out!

Hyah!

Uncle Beck!

I got him, Uncle Beck!

I got him!

You yellow-bellied varmint,

I'll fix you!

Who's gonna help you now,

you skinny little Apache?

Get him, Sam!

Lisbeth!

-Papa!

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

He's out of our range, but

that old cannon might reach him.

Give me it!

Let go.

Give me it!

Let go!

Shoot. Shoot.

Ya did it. Ya did it!

Man alive, what a shot!

Yeah. We'll never hear

the end of this.

Oh, Travis!

Chase him clean

out of Texas, Sam!

Arliss!

Uncle Beck!

Sam!

Here, Sam!

Come on, boy.

Did you see us fightin', me

and that old injun? I sure did.

Boy, we done that injun

under, didn't we?

Well, you had a lot

of practice on your brother.

We sure cleaned

his plows good.

All the time I was

worryin' about you, I

should've been worryin'

about them Injuns.

Come on up here.

Come on, Sam.

Papa?

Papa, please open up

your eyes. G. Searcy?

What's the matter with Bud?

-Mr. Crup, the water, please.

It's a-comin'.

It's a-comin'.

What's wrong with him?

Dead, most likely.

Arliss.

Papa, please wake up.

His pulse seems all right. -Ah,

they ain't nothin' wrong with him.

Mr. Crup!

What happened?

You made that brag shot, and then

you keeled over, you old fake.

From hunger.

Weren't nice of you pourin'

that water on me, crup.

Boy, you'll never live this

down. Two baths in one year.

Papa, are you all right?

A mite feverish.

Tell you what, honey.

Why don't you start up a fire and

cook your Papa up some hot grub?

Bud, we ain't got

time for that. We gotta

round up them horses

and get on home.

come on, Sam.

What about the rest of them hostiles

out there playin' dead in the grass?

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