The Fighting Kentuckian Page #3

Maybe.

No hurry, though.

I reckon not.

Willie, you old dog-robber,

how'd you fix it?

Well, Captain Carroll thought

I'd better stay here

to see that you didn't get

into too much trouble.

You got your wind, Mr. Paine?

Just about, Mr. Breen.

- Shall we go?

- After you, Mr. Breen.

Together, Mr. Paine.

We have 600 miles more to go

We have 600 miles more to go

But these people want to pay here

So we think we'd better stay here

We have 600 miles more to go

Sister Hattie told me

about those Kentuckians.

She says they act bashful

and man you all over the place

and the first thing you know...

Chrie, don't worry about it.

Leave everything to Papa.

You must admit that there is no comparison

between Blake Randolph

and your penniless John Breen.

Yes, Mama.

There is no comparison.

Was Papa always a general?

Was Papa what?

Was Papa always a general?

I seem to remember you...

The first time I met your father, he was

rushing through the streets of Paris

wearing a funny little hat and shouting

of liberty, equality and brotherhood.

Then he wasn't a general.

He wasn't even working.

No one was working in Paris those days.

When the mob stormed into Versailles

I got separated from my mother,

who ran to defend the Queen

with the other ladies-in-waiting.

All of a sudden, I was surrounded

by a dozen ruffians all brandishing pikes.

Your father happened to be one of them.

He grabbed a hold of my arm

and he shouted,

"Citizens, we better get out of here."

- What did you do?

- I put on a funny hat and went with him.

Fleurette, you are the one!

Oh, Mama!

How do I look?

Mmm, fine.

Mr. Breen?

Where are you going with my hat?

Well, a fella can't wear a coonskin cap

with an outfit like this.

Takes a beaver.

That's my putting away hat.

- Your what?

- My putting away hat.

Three generations of Paine have worn

this hat right to the brink of eternity.

Be careful of it, will you?

That hat was given to me by my

great-great-great-grand-uncle Daniel.

Daniel Boone?

He got it for outrunning a bear.

Whoa, oh, oh.

Willie.

Say, uh...

- You don't think I'm too dressed up?

- Oh, no.

People like the De Marchands

dress up every night like that.

Good luck.

Don't forget to wipe your boots off

on your pants before you go in the house!

Good evening, sir.

John Breen to see

Mademoiselle De Marchand.

Sorry, Mademoiselle De Marchand

is not at home.

- You mean she's not in?

- I mean she's not at home.

- Then General De Marchand.

- Family is not at home.

I will tell them you called.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Nobody home.

- Thank you.

Monsieur Randolph,

the General is in the library.

Thank you.

Try that sometime.

'Well, now you know

how you stand, don't you?

'You gonna let them get away with it?

'Why don't you take off those fancy

clothes and go back and get her? '

I said Kentucky whiskey

and that's what I want.

Seems a shame

that when a man's away from home,

he can't get the kind of drink he orders.

I've been five years running around

this country with my tongue hanging out

and that's long enough.

Double-distilled chain lightning,

Kentucky corn!

Not this Alabama river water.

Take it easy, soldier. Take it easy.

Get rid of him!

Easy, boys, easy.

- What's going on here?

- What difference does it make, mister?

This man's a friend of mine.

He's a mite hot-headed.

- If he's offended you, gentlemen...

- Offended nothing.

He looks mighty like the bucko

that laid me out in that scuffle yesterday.

- If he is...

- If he is what?

Gentlemen, I'm sure

yesterday's fracas was all in fun.

As for the liquor, you'll have to forgive

a man for pride in his own state.

My friend and I haven't

seen Kentucky for five years.

Naturally, you...

Well, this'll pay for the...

excellent Alabama rum that was spilled.

This'll buy a drink for the house.

- What do you say, gentlemen?

- Will you join me?

- No.

Put your money back in your pocket.

Got it all on, haven't you?

- Nobody's drinking with you.

- Why not?

You're not gonna be here long enough

for sociabilitys, Mr. Breen.

- We've met before.

- I remember.

You had a difference of opinion

with my friend.

I remember that too.

Stay out of this, Willie.

Where's your regiment, Mr. Breen?

Well, a day's march from here -

Catawba, I guess.

Nobody hangs around Demopolis

unless they've got a job.

Nobody's got a job unless they work for me.

- So you're not hanging around Demopolis.

- I told somebody I was.

You won't like it. It can

get awful unpleasant.

We just went through

five years of unpleasant.

That's why I'm bothering to tell you.

You're a man that knows trouble

when he sees it.

So why don't you pack your things

and get out of here?

By morning, you'll be back

with the other solider boys.

I'm sure they miss your singing.

What do you think, Mr. Paine?

I don't know.

Mr. Hayden's a mighty convincing talker.

I see what you mean.

Any more talking would be a waste of time.

It sure would.

Hold it.

Don't touch those men.

Come on. Break it up. Blackie, stop it.

Hello, John Breen.

Hello, uh...

Oh.

You sing nice.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to help you.

I know this man.

Why don't you tell them who you are?

Why don't you tell them, ma'am?

Six years ago in Kentucky, wasn't it?

You have a wonderful memory.

Just a moment and I'll tell you

exactly where it was.

Lexington, that's it.

You were working for Calvin Buford,

locating boundaries or something.

That's right - you're a surveyor.

Don't be a fool, George Hayden.

This man's here on business.

All right, solider, now you can buy.

Come on, everybody. Belly up.

I tell you, I don't know her at all.

The only time I saw her before

was last night at the festival.

You sure made a lasting impression.

She come charging down them stairs

like a scared doe.

If you don't know her, what's all this talk

about Lexington and surveying?

Willie, you know I don't know

anything about surveying.

Well, it looks like you'd

better start learning.

- It's real.

- It sure is. Who sent it?

United States Department of War,

Washington, D.C.

Nice of 'em.

Goes to show you what kind of service

us heroes can expect from our government.

If we knew how to use

it, we can go to work.

I wouldn't worry too much about that.

Nobody else around here

knows about them either.

Evening, ma'am.

Been hoping you'd call.

- Would you have a chair?

- No, thanks.

Mmm, but I'll have a cup

of that good-smelling coffee.

Yes, ma'am.

I couldn't leave you dangling after you

carried it off so beautifully at the tavern.

I did nothing, ma'am.

You handled the whole thing... beautifully.

Here you are, ma'am.

Excuse the mug. We ain't very fancy here.

You're talking to a girl who

learned to drink Alabama rum out of a jug.

Mmm. That is good coffee.

It oughta be. I started

with coffee this time.

Willie's used to making coffee

out of hickory nuts.

Well, why don't you go see

about the horses?

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