The Castaway Cowboy Page #5

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What can we do?

Get under there!

You take care of your mother.

Hija!

Run those leaders! | Run them!

Come back! | Stay with me!

Oka, kimo, turn 'em! | Turn 'em!

Aaah!

Marrujo!

For two bits, i'd take you | apart and feed you to the hogs,

But i need you for somethin' else.

Come on.

Where the devil | have you been?

What happened out there?

The stampede, Bryson.

It was quite a ruckus. | Should've been out there | yourself.

What are you doing here?

Gettin' ready | to have you put away.

But first there's a matter of | mrs. Macavoy's note. I want it.

Note? You can't-- That's a legal | document. She owes that money to me.

After tonight, | with the cattle she lost,

The grounds and the | buildings getting torn up,

I figure you and the lady | are about even, mister.

I want the note.

Now.

All right. | I'll get it for you.

What's goin' on?

He's all yours.

- All right on your feet. | - Come on now, let's go.

Hey, watch out now!

- Captain. | - Oh, it's good | to see you, ma'am.

And especially your merchandise.

All right, oka, | throw a loop on one...

- And move him out. | - Right away, boss.

Hey! Oh-Ho!

All right, let him go.

Keep pullin'. Steady. Tighten | down now, tighten down.

All right, take him out.

Well, barrin' tidal waves | and barbary pirates,

You're about to be | in the cattle business | all the way.

Come to think of it, | i think we could handle | a tidal wave.

- Stand by! | - Stand by!

Away the sling!

- Take him up. | - Hoist him away!

- Lower away! | - Lower away!

Easy does it, matey.

- Steady! | - Steady as she goes.

Hey, you know, i think | i sold them boys short...

When i said they couldn't | drive hot nails in a snow bank.

I think they could. | I really think they could.

- Henrietta, | what are you cryin' about?

I don't know. I guess i never | really believed it would happen.

You made a believer out | of me, Costain, missus.

Here's your money. | Coin of the realm.

A mate's pay to anyone who will | nursemaid them cows back to california.

Well, that's my chance | to get back to texas.

I don't know, captain, | that right temptin',

But i don't think i could leave mrs. | Macavoy with them pineapple cowboys.

They'd drive her dingy, and i'm the only | one around who knows how to handle 'em.

Well, suit yourself, lad, | and i don't blame you.

But i gotta get them | cows to california.

Thanks to both of you.

- Good-Bye. | - Good-Bye, now.

Then you are going to stay? | At least for a while, linc?

Well, for a while, yeah. | For a while.

You know, 'til they | get the hang of it.

Then i'm gonna get off | this flower pot.

Mama! Mama!

- Good heavens, | we're right here. | - Tarnation, mom!

I swam one of those critters | out just as smooth as butter.

- Did you see? | - Of course we did, dear.

And nobody could have done it better.

Oh, well, now, | that's a little thick, | don't you think?

Ain't nobody gonna pin a rose | on you just for doin' your job.

You remember that, Booton.

Mom, mom, he called me | by my right name!

Did you hear him? | He said it right | for the first time!

Can we do it together | this time? Can we?

Well, can't think | of any reason why not.

Throw your loop.

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