The Comancheros Page #4

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- Don't you know anything about horses?

- I know enough about horses.

When I want one I call a groom. When

I'm done, I call a groom to take him

and the groom says

"Yes, sir, Mr Regret."

- That's all I wanna know about horses.

- You better cool off a little yourself.

I'm gonna let you founder if

you want to, but not the horses.

Watch him.

- Hello, Bub.

- Hi, Mr Jake.

- Major.

- Hello, Jake.

I'm surprised to see

you. Who's your prisoner?

That's the fella that

escaped. The $300-suit fella.

- Uh-huh. How did you wind up with

him? - It's a long story, Major.

- Can we get in the shade?

- I don't know why not.

- Here's some fresh water for you.

- Oh, thanks.

That's sure some fancy shirt.

My ma's got one like that. I

never seen none on no man before.

Is this a ranger station?

You're sure ignorant! Ain't you

never seen a grain ranch before?

- What are the rangers doing here?

- Chasing Comanches.

- Comanches? Indians?

- Sure. The worst kind.

Everybody knows that.

Everybody but you, seems like.

- How about Tobe?

- I'm leaving him with you.

I want him to rest his leg.

Say, Jake, uh...

Think you can talk Schofield into moving

into town till this trouble's over?

- I'll do the best I can, Major.

- Thanks, Jake.

All right. Move out!

- Have you watered the horses yet?

- You told me not to.

But they've cooled out now.

Here.

Then I gotta feed you. Miss

Schofield's cooking's too good for you.

Miss Schofield's busy.

Starting to have a baby.

- Is that right?

- He'll have to eat Schofield's cooking.

- Hiya, Jake.

- Hello, Lem.

- Got a little grain for your team.

- Good. Feed 'em.

- I hear your missis is gonna have a baby.

- Pretty soon, I guess.

Great. With things the way they are,

don't you think it'd be a good idea

to get Martha out of here

till the Indian trouble's over?

I'm going to but

Martha's having the baby.

I wanted to get in as

much grain as I could.

I've just been putting it off.

I got another problem. I

gotta feed this prisoner.

Come here. I don't want you cuffed

to me and I don't wanna lose you.

I don't think you'll be too spry

with this tucked under your arm.

It should hold him.

Let's get to the victuals.

Jim! Feed these horses, will you?

Martha! We've got company.

- Hello there, big Jake.

- Hello, Martha.

Sorry to be using your

house at a time like this.

There's no one I'd rather

have than you, Jake.

- Back again, Miss Schofield.

- You're always welcome, Tobe.

Jake.

That young fella with you. What's

that he's carrying under his arm?

Well, that's an anvil,

Martha. He's carrying an anvil.

Why ever would he wanna do that?

He's become attached to it, sort of.

Now, you get back to

resting. We'll make out.

Jake, it's so good to see you.

Pa! You make sure Jake

eats off the good china -

the set him and Bess give

us for our anniversary.

I will, Ma.

Seems like just the other day that

you and Bess was sitting here, eating.

Time flies. How long is it

since she's been gone, Jake?

About two years, ain't it?

Two years,

two months, 13 days.

- You make yourself at home, young man.

- Thank you.

Set that anvil up here, Monsewer.

Comanches!

- You got any rifles?

- In the corner.

Pretty good shooting for a handgun.

White men riding with

Indians. Comancheros.

That's what I've been

trying to tell Major Henry.

Better get your head down, Jake,

or you'll never tell him again.

- Looks like they're pulling out.

- Don't bet on it.

- How are you fixed for ammunition?

- I could use some.

- I need some.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Any more rifle shells?

- Top drawer, highboy.

Bub, keep that fire going!

Look out! They're regroupin'.

Looks like you lost him again, Jake.

Hold it. You may need that ammunition.

Kind of surprised to see you back.

I'm kind of surprised I came back.

Looks like this little

fracas is about over.

I'll take that gun now.

He didn't make it.

Jake.

I'm gonna take the responsibility

and move all of these settlers out.

Everybody west of the Llano River.

I figure you'll wanna see that

Melinda and her daughter get out.

I planned to do that when I

saw the size of this war party.

- Major, there's one other thing.

- Yeah?

Regret.

That's too bad. We owe him something.

But orders are orders.

I thought somebody could

talk to Judge Breen.

- If there's a way, the judge'll know it.

- It'd help if you'd talk to him.

He doesn't take too kindly to me since I

drew those fourjacks

against his full house.

He just never was a good loser.

I'll be in Llano with the patrol three

days from now, and I'll see you there.

Take a couple of horses

and I'll bring your wagon.

- It's a boy, gentlemen! A boy!

- Captain Jake!

New blood in the Schofield family!

He's as red as a lobster and

fightin' mad, but he's a dandy.

We're gonna name him after you, Jake.

Cutter we'll call him. Cutter Schofield.

I appreciate the honour, but I think we

ought to name him Regret

after Monsewer here.

If it wasn't for the Monsewer, our scalps'd

be dangling from some Comanche tepee

and this little tad'd never

grow up to lie about Texas.

Regret Schofield. Sounds nice.

May grow up to be president.

- You can take big odds against that.

- It's all settled.

Son, take Regret in to your mother.

Gentlemen, there's

ajug in the wellhouse!

After what happened back at

Schofield's, you making me a godfather,

aren't you carrying this

thing a little too far?

I feel bad about it, Monsewer. If

it was up to me, it'd be different.

Who else is it up to?

There's just you and I.

I've thought on it a lot.

Gave myself a lot of argument.

But I just can't do it.

"Let him make a run

for it" I say to myself.

- Then what would you say? - I'd say

to myself "You can't let him run."

"You swore an oath when

they put that badge on you."

- That's important to you?

- I said I swore an oath.

- Words.

- Monsewer, words are what men live by.

Words they say and mean.

You must have had a

real careless upbringing.

However...

Now, please don't get any ideas.

Cos it'd break my heart did I

have to put a bullet in your back.

It'd make me sad also.

You've been doing a lot of

complaining about my cooking.

Get ready for the best meal in Texas.

Mommy! Mommy!

Look who's here. Uncle Jake.

- Uncle Jake!

- How are you, honey?

- Where's your mommy?

- There.

Oh, this is Monsewer

Paul Regret, Bessie.

- How you doin'?

- Hi, Monsewer.

- Hello, Jake.

- Hello, Melinda.

I, uh... see that the

fence has broken down again.

It only lasts from one of

your visits to the next.

Well, I, uh...

Oh, this is Monsewer Paul Regret.

- How do you do?

- Mrs Marshall.

It's a pleasure to meet

any friend of Jake's.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

My friend Jake here was telling

me you're the best cook in Texas.

Isn't this a wonderful surprise, Mommy?

And I've got a surprise for you, Bessie.

You're going to pack your things

and go into town with Uncle Jake.

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