The Furies Page #4

- You did!

- And I had no intention of doing so.

- You did!

I'd be foolhardy to call a Jeffords a liar.

When you said you'd come calling.

Vance, I told you I'd do my own proposing...

and I warned you not to misinterpret me.

Consult your father here on misinterpretation.

He's an expert.

I believe, sir, you won

the Darrow Strip in court...

on a theory of misinterpretation.

I told you, Daughter, he was using you

to gouge back at me for the Darrow Strip.

And you're not ready to marry.

Not to me or anyone else.

Because you're married already-

to The Furies.

You don't want a husband. You'd just

like to have a man handy at The Furies.

If you don't want

word of this to get around...

don't try to wreck the Legal Tender.

My thanks for my invitation to The Furies.

I've enjoyed my call.

Miss Jeffords.

Mr. Jeffords, sir.

T. C...

we've been taken

like a couple of suckling pigs.

He hit me.

No one else ever did before.

And he made me cry.

No one else ever did before.

Welcome home.

I'll unpack my bags...

and stay a while.

I like a nice, simple contract.

The Darrow Bank.

The Darrow Bank is to conduct

all business in this territory...

for the Anaheim Bank.

Except for any business at The Furies.

I'm not exactly welcome there.

You'll handle our business

at The Furies too.

Frankly, our bank

wouldn't be signing with you...

and you wouldn't be buying cattle for

Bailey Brothers if you hadrt swindled old T.C.

Swindled is a harsh word, Mr. Anaheim.

Harsh or not, the story we had

had a certain appeal for my father.

He likes anybody

who can outfox old T.C.

Here's the confiirmation on El Paso.

I told you they'd weaken.

You were right again.

I mean, you've taken to business

like a fur trader to sin.

- I mean, you -

- Oh, stop buttering up to me, Scotty.

- What's that you're trying to hide?

- Oh -

Oh, T.C., have a heart.

You're spending it faster than I can make it.

Another six months away, and he'll have

the entire nation knee-deep in T.C.s.

Print up another batch, Scotty.

Senor Bailey.

Welcome once again, Mr. Bailey.

Senor Anaheim Jr.

Miss Jeffords, may I present Mr. Anaheim?

- Welcome to The Furies, sir.

- I'd conceived an image of you, Miss Jeffords...

but it pales beside the actuality.

You have a way with a compliment.

Mr. Darrow.

I believe you know Mr. Darrow.

His bank is our new agent in this territory.

Congratulations, Mr. Bailey.

Mr. Darrow has the smell

of a successful businessman.

I'm sure you know the luck I wish you.

Yeah. Thank you, Miss Jeffords.

What about the renewal of our loan?

Mr. Anaheim Sr. Isn't sure

he'll renew his loan on The Furies.

- Why not?

- Squatters.

Oh. So that's still rubbing them -

the cloud on title.

If you would permit me to drive

the Herreras out -

No.

Mr. Darrow, how would I go about...

persuading this son of a banker

to change his father's mind?

Your most persuasive

should be persuasive enough.

Think so?

Chiquita, food and drink for our guests.

I'll join you gentlemen in a moment.

Mr. Darrow, Scotty has a word for you.

Burn out the pueblecitos.

Get rid of them any way you can.

But not the Herreras.

I'll handle them in my own way.

- Is that satisfactory, Mr. Darrow?

- Burn 'em out. Kill 'em all.

- Simple T.C. Way.

- Scotty, your word for Mr. Darrow.

Any business you have with The Furies, send

for me, and we'll conduct it at your offiice, but...

don't ever set foot on The Furies again.

Is that clear?

Perfectly, Miss Jeffords.

Let me look at you

in your new suit.

Still as handsome as ever, aren't you?

Burn them out!

Juan!

Vance, you all right?

Next time, don't make

your welcome so warm.

Buenas noches, seora.

- Muchachos.

You play with big marbles.

We thought you were El Tigre

come to try to burn us out.

Like those fiires down there.

I'm asking you to leave The Furies

once and for all.

Is that why you honor us?

I have T.C.'s word you won't be touched.

You look like T. C...

standing there,

ordering us off our land.

- Gracias.

She doesn't like me any better

than T.C. Likes you.

- It is so.

- "It is so. Gracias."

You're cold as a blue norther.

What are you so galled about?

T.C.'s been away, and I sent for you,

and you didn't show up. Why not?

- Because I chose not to.

- That's blunt enough.

I have no stomach for the way you live.

- That's too bad. Anything else?

- Yes.

You cannot blot out the fiire within you

with this other man.

No more than the pueblecitos

can blot out El Tigre's fiire.

If you're talking about Rip,

I'm over that.

Oh. Are you?

Always pulling the bit on me!

Always telling the truth! Juan the saint!

Well, now I'm galled. Go on. Dish up the bread.

Let's break it, and let me get out of here.

All right. Never mind looking for it.

It happens I brought some along.

Stay, Juan. I need you.

There's no one else

to pull the bit on me when I'm wrong.

Till our eyes next meet?

Till then.

Flo, may I present my daughter Vance?

Daughter, I'd like you to meet an old and dear

friend of mine, Mrs. Florence Burnett.

- Delighted, I'm sure.

- My dear.

- You look so wonderfully healthy.

- I told you, didn't I?

She's one in a nation.

Hey, Scotty, El Tig,

let's get this gear stashed.

- Mrs.?

- My husband passed on some time ago.

My dear.

I hope I shart be too much bother.

You won't be. No bother at all.

We have guests coming all the time.

Come on, Flo. I want to show you the house.

It was her idea, senora, not mine.

I burn out the pueblecitos,

they return.

It will always be so until

the Herreras are driven from The Furies.

- I understand, Tigre.

- Good evening.

My dear, do come in.

Do sit down. Please.

I'm pleased the Tiger entertained you...

during T.C.'s visit to his wife's room.

Of course, I knew El Tigre by repute.

At one time his name

was quite a worry to Washington.

Senora Burnett, I hope your stay here

will be long and memorable.

Thank you, El Tigre.

I'm sure it will be.

Burnett. Oh, yes. Of course. I -

I knew I'd seen that name often.

Signed as endorsement

on the backs of checks...

made out by Temple to cash?

Well, T.C. Is so loose and free and easy

with his money.

Doesrt make much difference, my dear...

as long as he gets his money's won'th.

But does he?

Now that's what I like to see.

I want you two to take a shine to each other.

Why, Temple, I feel as though

we were old friends already.

Ah, that is fiine.

Daughter, hadrt been for Flo, I'd still have been

shinir the seat of my breeches in Washington.

- Oh, now, Temple -

- Yeah. It's - Go on. Tell her.

- Really.

- Go on and tell her.

Just that I'd been acquainted

with the president...

- so that when it was necessary-

- The president?

Yeah

Flo fiixed a soiree.

Plunked him right down by me.

Cut out all the red tape.

You can talk to him.

He's no 9:
00 dude.

The range rights acquired from the government

are valuable. You've done The Furies a service.

You have a fiine knowledge

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