The Fighting Kentuckian Page #7

- I'm not intruding, am I?

- No.

We weren't going to do anything

we can't do later.

Aren't you afraid to keep him overnight?

Afraid not to since Geraud

made such a point of it.

Bring over a couple of glasses.

A special - big night.

Mmm.

Beau, you came through

real nice at the General's.

Well, I just told what happened.

- Sure, I know. Pour yourself a drink.

- Thanks.

I've been thinking that maybe

you ought to take a little trip.

- Why?

- Save answering questions.

Here's 500. Go burn it up.

Thanks, Hayden. Thanks a lot.

Forget it. Drink hardy.

- Fleurette.

- Blake.

I know it's against all tradition

to see the bride before the ceremony

but I did wanted to talk to you.

Well, of course, Blake. We haven't had

much time together, have we?

- My father and...

- Your father and I have been very busy.

But now that's all settled.

I'm going to devote the rest

of my life to making you happy.

I just left my house for the last time.

When we get back,

our new house will be finished

on the bluff overlooking the river

where I first saw you.

You have made a very bad bargain, Blake.

We could never be happy.

Breen?

I think I can make you forget him.

I was going to go away with him last night.

I'd go with him now if he came for me.

I'm sorry but that's the way it is.

You, Father, nothing can change it.

I said I can make you forget him.

No, please.

Take it inside, please.

Geraud, you can send those people home.

The wedding's been postponed.

Those people are not interested

in weddings, Mr. Randolph.

Then what are they doing here?

The General has ordered the French

to assemble here in case Breen is right.

But the dress, it is not finished.

- Lots of time after we get there.

- Oh, my needles.

- Oh, your needles. Here!

- Jacques, hurry!

- Why must we hurry so?

- General's orders.

- It's straight ahead!

- Hyah! Ya!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

This is perfect. Can you think

of anything we've overlooked, Ann?

Yes - Willie.

- Willie?

- Willie Paine, Breen's friend.

You mean Fatty.

Why, he wouldn't...

Hello, Blake. Come in, come in.

What's this about you

moving in on the French land?

I dont know? What is it?

That story Breen told last night.

- Oh, Breen.

- Yes.

He wasn't working for Geraud like you said.

- Could've been wrong.

- Who was he working for?

- Search me. Why don't you ask him?

- I will.

- Where is he?

- Back there.

You're just in time. He's gonna be shot

trying to escape in a few minutes.

Brought you company, Breen.

We know you weren't working for Geraud.

Who hired you?

Why don't you ask Hayden?

Holler if you need me.

Hayden! Hayden!

Oh, you don't

need me that soon.

You beginning to understand,

Mr. Randolph?

I tried that.

Running fight from Jacques's cabin, sir.

We lost one man - Armand Grandis.

Gentlemen, to your posts.

Mademoiselle, the dress,

it is not finished.

Oh, don't worry about it, Marie.

Madame, we run?

No, Marie, we fight!

I thought we were gonna

stay away from the General.

Well, we're here, aren't we? Round 'em up!

Why am I locked in here?

- What was that firing all about?

- Tell him, Ann.

Tell him Ann tell what the river

men are doing to the french.

Why? You told him, didn't you?

How could I let myself get in a fix

like this? I walked right into it.

A fool, that's what I am. A complete idiot.

- Why don't you say something?

- You seem to be covering the ground.

- Coffee?

- No, thanks.

I thought I had some influence

in this territory.

Sure, I moved the stakes.

Then I met Fleurette.

Breen, we've got to get out of here.

Hayden! Hayden!

Oh. This what you call

an Alabama stand-off?

Mm-hm.

- Looks like a job for a hero.

- Or a fool.

At any rate, it's no job

for a businessman.

No, sir.

Hello, hero.

Hello yourself.

I guess I should've stuck to business.

Crystal!

Stop that Kentuckian.

Hah! Hah!

Thank you, ma'am!

Lady, we'd better get out of here.

That's what Papa said to Mama.

John Breen, Mademoiselle Fleurette.

Now, Geraud.

Colonel Geraud!

Come on, you Kentucks!

Good shot, Breen!

- What kept you?

- Andy Jackson couldn't find his pants.

John Breen! John Breen!

No, wait a minute!

Willie... thanks.

Give way.

Right and left face.

Left trail, forward!

Hut!

- We can't take him with us an our

Honeymoon, can we? - Uh-uh, John Breen.

Only 600 miles more to go

Only 600 miles more to go

We have buttoned up the drama

So goodbye to Alabama

We've got 600 miles more to go

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