Shoot Out Page #4

know when you come to Gun Hill.

- Does Foley know?

- He sure does!

And I'd think hard on that...

You b*tch!

Any more?

- I'm leaving you your horses, punk.

- Maybe I see you again.

Just do your little choir, punk.

You tell him I'm coming.

Just tell him.

I know you what you are.

A holdup man. That's what.

All that damn shooting last night. I

thought you tried to murder another rabbit.

- Rabbits don't carry guns.

- Oh shut up and ride.

Let's stick to the road, we get

to Gun Hill a lot faster that way.

Oh, shut up!

Maybe he's right. The way Lomax is going,

he won't get there before tomorrow morning.

- And we got to let Foley know.

- Not without my gun!

- It's gonna start raining again.

- Yep.

It's getting dark too.

You used to talk a lot, and now you're

getting crumpy like a... father.

Did your mother ever tell

you who your father was?

She only told me he was

a good-looking bastard.

Hey, mister. Come on in out of the wet!

- I'll take care of your horses.

- I'll give you a hand. - I don't need it.

You go on in.

You know how to blow dry my pony?

Brush her with a straw.

Yes, ma'am.

- Come in. Bring the child out of the rain.

- The rain will dirt up your floor.

Well, bring that child in.

Come on, let's dry you all.

- Mrs. Farell, I can filth my shirt until next week.

- Good. How about your shirt?

It's not my shirt, it's his.

More coffee for Mr. Lomax, Dutch.

Where do you go to school?

- I don't go anymore. I'm all through.

- So soon?

- Where did you go before you graduated?

- Kansas City, Kansas.

Oh my, that must've been

very interesting.

- You got a school around here close?

- No, sir. Ma has been teaching me at home.

Next year he starts at Gun Hill.

- I like coffee, and I'm almost as old as you are.

- Sure.

That isn't real coffee. That's what

my momma calls tender coffee.

It'll be tough enough

to get it into you.

- Where are you gonna sleep?

- In here with you. We won't crowd each.

- Where is he gonna sleep?

- There a tow bed in Dutch's room.

Is that what you call Mr. Lomax, "He"?

- His first name is Clay, but I don't call him much.

- Now don't you get too settled down there.

- I got to be moving on the minute this rain quits.

- Oh that won't be for a while yet.

The creek is up. And that means my boys

won't be back until tomorrow morning.

You just settle down all

you want to, my dear.

That is a real nice woman for a lady.

She's bringing her boy up right,

and she's got a fine place here.

- Not a bad spot to hold out.

- And a nice hayloft to play in.

- Like it's not?

- Not for me, she says "my dear". But I'm not her dear.

Go to sleep.

- You're not gonna skin out on me?

- Go to sleep.

- I won't stay here.

- You'll stay where I plant you.

Oh, what's that letter? The first one?

- It's an A. - What's the next one?

- M. - How do you know?

- I can read and can also write.

- How about arithmetic?

Numbers? Well... I worked in banks.

- I bet there's still things I could teach you.

Lots of things - You go to sleep, damn it!

You're in a big damn hurry,

just to get out there to her.

No pasting! Or I'll soap your mouth.

That's a lot of guns going there.

You want me them to hole them down?

No, thanks son.

Just leave it be.

- I'm going to bed. Good night, sir!

- Good night!

If you're gonna burn coal my friend

take one of your school books.

I ain't that wide awake.

- He looks like a fair enough boy.

- He's got his flaws, but he is my son.

- Yo do that pretty handy.

- Actually, I'm a bit rusty.

It's the first time I pour a drink for

a man since my husbands died, five years.

Is Decky your daughter?

What would you say?

One minute, yeah, but

the next minute...

Well, I ain't sure myself.

- Is any man ever sure?

- Now ell, with some women...

Do you really believe that or

do you just want to believe it?

That child troubles you, doesn't she?

I guess I feel sorry for her.

She'd be mad as hell if she knew that,

but she don't even know how little she is.

It seems to me she shied off pity,

like most people.

- I've trying to find somewhere to board her. I'd pay.

- I'd keep her for you.

- No pay.

- I'd have to pay as long as I could.

There is something that

might come up to prevent.

You're a generous woman.

I'm selfish.

This is a female practicality.

- If you leave her here, you'll come back.

- Cards on the table, I might keep on moving.

I'll take that gamble.

I could tell you a tale about

being a wandering Willie.

I'd make you some damn sweet promises.

But there is that kid in there.

You ought to know it all.

- You look at a man that just got out of the pin.

- You don't have to tell me anything.

You better know about this.

Seven years ago

my partner and I picked a bank.

My partner, my friend...

call it double-cross, call it betrayal.

Now you see there's

something I got to do.

- And it might put me back there.

- I'll take that chance.

You sound like a man

offering a man a job.

I'm not a man.

The offer stands. I'll keep the child.

And there will be no more

talk about tomorrow.

Throw the dice, took the coin.

Come with me.

It's always now, really. Isn't it Clay?

I said I hadn't poured a drink

for a man for five years.

That's true.

But when my workmen are

in the bunkhouse...

...and Dutch is in his bed, I pour.

For me. Until I'm drunk.

Do you understand?

Until I'm drunk enough to

turn off the tomorrows.

And a little bit more

to turn off the now.

And a little bit more to sleep alone.

- Leaving to a rain bull-party on a dry ground!

- You didn't do like I told you.

- Like you told me? Pepe, get the arms.

- You're a pissin' punk.

- I should have stepped on you back there.

- You'll be sorry, you didn't do that.

- Do you know them? - Not like he's good.

- You got your guns, keep on traveling.

Gun Hill is just down the road. It got

two whorehouses, a hotel and Sam Foley.

- Is there anybody in there?

- There's nobody your size.

Get in here!

- The is nobody in that bunkhouse.

- I have four men working in this ranch.

- They'll be back from town, any time now.

- Oh, now I'm getting scared!

They'll be liquored up, carrying

their guns. I'd get out of here.

- Is there any guns in there?

- No, sir. - I believe you.

You gonna take a look, Skeeter.

- Are there any guns in that other room?

- No. - Now, I believe you too.

But Skeeter won't.

You take a good look, Skeeter!

Go on, take a look in there.

- I got rid of them guns, put horses in the barn.

- I've got another job for you.

- Well, make it quick, I'm hungry.

- Quick?

That dummy here wants me

to make it quick.

That old man got us all

while him sleeping on duty.

- Can you imagine that?

- Bobby Jay, don't start that again.

You will ride one mile down to Gun Hill,

and you will sit out in that rain and wait.

And if you see any ranch-hands ridings up,

you're gonna fire your gun 3 times and come here.

- Damn!

- You said what?

- Nothing.

- Cover them.

Make them go away.

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