The Big Trail Page #9

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gals is just full of fire.

Zeke?

Yeah?

Zeke, you're not

really leaving us?

Yeah, gal, I'm a-pullin' out. You

is all nice and settled now.

And this here

valley is gettin'

altogether too

civilized for me.

Whenever I get more

than three or four families

within a hundred mile

of me,

I begin to feel

kind of crowded.

That's not why

you're going, Zeke.

No? Why else, gal?

Breck has never come back. You're

going out to look for him.

Now, wherever that boy

Breck Coleman is at,

he's a-lookin'

out for hisself.

Now don't you

fret about him.

Did you give

away all your little puppies?

Why are you

looking at that dress?

This is

the anniversary of the...

The day that the wagon

train left from Missouri.

Last time I had this on,

I was sitting in

the Riggses' cabin.

In a rocking chair?

Yes, Honey Girl.

In a rocking chair.

Zeke, I reckon

that's a panther.

Yeah!

It's a two-legged panther.

The only kind whatever gimme

that Comanche yell as a signal.

We might just as well

start to unpack.

What, ain't you going?

No use of going now.

He's only a bit up in the timber

there, and he's a-headed this way.

Zeke, won't you stay over

for the anniversary?

Yes, gal, I'll stay.

Aw!

And I just recollected, I got

a little present for you.

Oh, Zeke, what is it?

Well, a young fella named Breck

Coleman left it with me,

and he told me to give it to

you in case he didn't show up.

Where is it, Zeke?

I hid it in the holler of the big

tree at the bend of the trail.

You'll find it there.

Thanks, Zeke.

I'll go get it.

English - US - SDH

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