The Furies Page #3

When I'm winning...

I let it ride.

Patrn, the food is ready.

- The bean is on, the coffee's boiling.

For them that don't like beans, there are

150 various other vittles. So dig to it.

- I'm not hungry.

- Nor am I.

My rig is outside.

How very convenient.

Do you think I'll be cold?

Do you mind if I take the reins?

I like to know where I'm going.

I think I can trust you.

No, no. It'll do without that.

She's smart enough to see through him.

He'll hang himself. That'll be a different twist

of the rope for you to enjoy, eh, Tigre?

This is a nice romantic spot.

That depends on who you're with.

I know this place.

- This is part of the Darrow Strip, isn't it?

- It is.

I thought you'd be more comfortable

if the surroundings were familiar.

Do you always go after what you're after

as directly as this?

When you know what you want,

why waste time?

Or perhaps you'd prefer

polite conversation.

Speaking of the weather, Miss Jeffords,

it is a fiine, brisk evening.

So it is.

- That ends the polite conversation.

- Mr. Darrow, sir.

May I expect the honor of your call

at The Furies on Saturday?

I take it you'll bake a cake.

Isn't that the way

the courting is done hereabouts?

I've never baked a cake before,

but I'll... bake one.

If I were to come courting you, your father

would send his army from The Furies.

He'd wreck the Legal Tender,

and he'd wreck me.

You're not a man to be afraid.

The odds are too great against me.

I've seen so much death

I want to stay alive.

Mr. Darrow, sir...

I expect the honor of your call

on Saturday.

Yes or no?

You'll be there.

I want your word he can come calling Saturday

with no trouble from you or your maggots.

Which one of them red-eyes is snorir?

Mars entitled to quiet in his own home.

I want your word.

- If I give you my word, will you give me yourn?

- On what?

That you give me a chance

to show him up for what he is:

A dollar-grabby blackleg who'd drag

his belly from here to Santa Fe...

- for three dollars in gold or in silver.

- Or in T.C. S?

He's a puny moneyman who's out

to revenge me for the Darrow Strip...

and who ain't got bone enough

to fair fiight.

He'll gouge back at me by

doing my daughter malice and harm.

That's my lookout. I've always worked

my own leather. I'll work it now.

I want a yes or a no about Saturday.

- Have I got your word I can show him up?

- If you can, that's fair.

Then you have my word.

Bring the man on.

Well, where is he? Where's the dude?

Where's the tinorn gambler?

I think the icing on the cake -

she melt away.

I think so.

Well, Daughter, appears like

your caller ain't gonna show.

I wasted me most of the day.

I don't propose to waste more.

If he calls, I'll be to hand.

You deal fiine.

- But a slow payoff cuts down on the play.

- Speed up the payoff.

- All right, Mr. Darrow.

Clever of you.

Smart as a whip.

I told you I didn't want the Legal Tender

wrecked. Didrt want to take on The Furies.

That's all I need -word to get back

to your father you've been here.

Do you have brains enough to know that?

Are you cooled down?

Gonna act like a child,

I'll have to treat you like one.

No one ever hit me before.

You're like a fiilly

that never had a rope on her.

- I waited for you all day.

- That was your doing.

- You said you'd be there.

- No, you said I'd be there.

I didn't say a word.

Watch me for that, Vance,

and don't misinterpret.

I baked you a cake.

I brought it along. I -

I didn't want it to go to waste.

You brought it to shove it in my face.

- That's just exactly ri -

- Uh-uh. It's too good for that.

You -

You're looking at me with eyebrow lifted.

If you've a question to ask me, ask me.

Out with it.

If you have something to tell me,

tell me. Out with it.

I was so sure of myself.

I was so sure I could handle him

or anyone...

and now I - I don't know.

You have love for this man, huh?

This, uh, Rip Darrow.

Some weeks I think I know him well.

Some weeks I'm sure I don't know him at all.

Sometimes I think T.C. Is right -

that he's a moneyman,

that money means more to him.

Maybe - Maybe in his time

he has been hungry.

To a hungry man,

money is always important.

I don't think I like being in love.

It puts a bit in my mouth.

You're in love with me.

Since you had your fiirst pony.

Tell me, Juan.

Do you like being in love?

It has been with me for so long that...

whether I like it or not,

without it I would be a lost man.

Come in.

Still dealing from the bottom of the deck?

Watch me.

Sometimes I think those are

the only women that it's in you to love.

Why not? They're new,

and they're smooth to touch.

They're exciting,

and they're honest.

When they're against you,

they don't make you think they're for you.

When they're for you,

they bring you money.

Too bad they've got two heads.

"When they're for you,

they bring you money."

I could bring a man money.

Lots of it.

$50,000.

You've mentioned it often enough.

- It's a royal dowry.

- It is.

Rip, do you ever mean to

ask me in marriage?

I do my own proposing.

Remember that.

Ask me again to call on you

at The Furies.

If I ever get you there,

I'll never let you go.

- Ask me.

- Mr. Darrow, sir...

may I expect the honor of your call

at The Furies tomorrow?

Yes.

But there's never a word of love from you.

Except for women like that.

They're honest.

But they lack flesh and blood.

Welcome to The Furies, sir.

I see the retainers.

Where's the king?

In his countinghouse, waiting.

Miss Jeffords.

Mr. Darrow, sir.

If he's smiling, be smart.

If he's not smiling, be smarter.

I believe you gentlemen have met.

Mr. Jeffords, sir, my honor and pleasure.

If I hold out my hand this time,

will you shake it, or...

will you shoot it off?

Been readir me a book

of Napolors writings.

He says the only use of gals is to

marry 'em off in advantageous alliances.

That's what he writ.

Scotty tells me you've been buying some

cattle from The Furies for cash.

I've gone in for a little cattle brokerage

and some friendly banking.

Mr. Darrow, I hate a man that's mealymouthed,

so I'll come smack out with it.

- Fine.

- You love my daughter?

- Yes.

- She love you?

- She thinks she does.

- She's blind. I aim to make her see.

- I have her word I can show you up

for the puny, money-loving red-eye you be.

- Father.

I have your word.

I'll vow you know what this is.

- $50,000.

- Count it.

My daughter's dowry, if she picks a man

that's fiit for her, and you, sir, ain't fiit.

- You have the stump.

- My daughter takes you to husband,

I'll cut her off without a two-cent piece.

You'll get her as she stands,

not a whit more.

But if you walk out now

and let my daughter be...

you can keep the whole bundle

and won'th it to me.

Now take her and git,

or take the money and git, but git.

- Rip.

- I knew it.

I knew the cash would bait him.

I'll take the money...

but you really didn't have to do it.

- I never told your daughter I'd marry her.

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