The Furies Page #6

I always did say hot tea was

a womars best ally against the rain.

I told Chiquita to bring it

to your room, not here.

I shall miss Chiquita, and you,

and all The Furies.

You'll what?

I leave for San Francisco next week.

I don't know when

I've enjoyed a stay more, my dear.

I do wish I could express

how grateful I am to you.

My dear, don't try.

I hope you'll visit The Furies again...

sometime.

- Oh, then your father hasn't told you.

- Told me what?

Why, he's journeying

to San Francisco with me.

We're to be married there.

While we're away,

this room will be done over completely.

And then I think the room

will suit mejust perfectly.

Why?

I don't understand.

Why do you marry him?

Extraordinary question.

The answer, my dear,

is somewhat more simple.

A woman of my age can get very lonely,

and I fiind T.C. Companionable -

That's drivel.

You want his money, and you know it.

Of course. That too.

I once married for love.

The marriage failed

for the lack of money.

Money makes life soothing.

I mean to have it.

And if some term me an adventuress,

why, I suppose that's what I am.

You know, a most extraordinary thing

your father did.

He gave me $50,000 outright...

and then proposed to me

for the fiirst time.

It's yours.

Why do you marry him?

Perhaps for love of a man.

Or perhaps for love ofThe Furies.

- You told her.

- She has.

I said it was a thing

I'd tell her myself.

Temple, I knew how diffiicult

it would be for you.

I was my wish to ease it for you,

to help you to smooth it.

Daughter, I wanted Flo

to be a friend to you.

She yanked the blinkers off of me and made me see

what an ornery ol' moss horn I was to -

To work you so very hard, my dear,

to compel such self-sacrifiice of you.

So it's all been wonderfully arranged.

Mr. Bailey has a competent man

on his way here now...

to take the load

of running The Furies promptly.

Yeah, it's fiittin',

He'll evict the squatters,

as Mr. Anaheim insists.

All of the squatters,

including the Herreras.

No! I have your word

they're not to be touched.

My dear, the entire territory

will envy you...

because you're to make

the wonderful grand tour of Europe.

I envy you myself,

to see all that for the fiirst time.

And, my dear, please remember...

there will always be room for you

at The Furies.

There will always be a room for her.

Wort there, Temple?

El Tigre! Everybody! El Tigre!

If she dies, I'll kill you.

Get out!

Scotty! El Tig!

Here! Up here!

- Dr. Grieve.

- Yes?

- Your fee.

- Oh.

- Well -

- Enough?

Magnifiicent, sir. A royal fee.

- How is she?

- Mrs. Burnett?

Oh, her face will be

forever disfiigured -

a permanent partial paralysis.

But considering that the wound was deep

and bordered on a vein...

I'd say that I did

a very decent job.

Good night, Doctor.

Well, interesting night, at any rate.

Full of promise.

- Where'd she go?

- To the Herreras.

Luis trailed her halfway up there.

Mr. Jeffords,

she's your own flesh and blood.

She's a canker to be cut out!

Come on, boys!

Oh, my leg!

My leg.

The old witch nailed me.

Ah, you'll live.

Get that sack.

Cover me!

Toss that one on your horns,

you misbegotten old bull.!

You are afraid, huh?

There's no need for fear.

We have waited a long time for this day.

- Look at the mother witch!

Still a ways short!

Only one thing for it - get closer!

Come on! Move it up! Come on!

Come on!

Any closer,

and we'd all be pigeons.

Those Herreras can hit

a pigeon in the eye at 300 yards.

You willing to get killed?

- No, but it's my profession.

- Mama! Mama!

The crawling old fool creeps closer.

Come, my old one.

Come, my toro.

A little more

and I send you to the flames!

You are afraid, yes?

Not for yourself, but for him.

You're afraid

that he will be killed, huh?

The old bull

is pawing his way into the trap.

Ha.!

Come, my old one.

Come, my toro.

Closer.

Now that rock, my old one.

Creep past that rock.

No, Mama.

That is enough.

We will yield to the old one.

- Juanito!

- We will go away from The Furies.

My friend wants it that way.

I am the eldest!

Since when has the word of the eldest

not been the word for all?

Since when?

Vmonos, Vance.

Hey!

- SenorJeffords!

- Yeah? What is it?

We do not admit defeat...

but we will surrender...

if you give me your word

that we can all go free in safety.

It's a lie, a trap.

He means to throw us in for the kill.

A trap? Why should they lie?

They ain't like you.

You been trespassir The Furies

long enough.

Go, and good riddance to you!

- We have your word?

- Yes! Yes, I said!

It is agreed.

Come up.

All right, you can come out now,

my brave men!

Come on. Bring those horses in.

- Get their guns.

- Cut that bay out and bring him to me.

Get offThe Furies

and stay offThe Furies forever.

You can take a horse apiece

and not one whit more.

This bay here -

What outfiit does he belong to?

It belongs to me.

You know that.

The bay has a Furies mark.

He was stolen six months ago.

Dance on the air.

Tigre, you still got a hankerir

to see a man hang?

If this thief would hang, never again

would a squatter dare appear on The Furies.

That's true, but I've given my word.

For trespassing,

not for stealing horses and cattle.

It is our right on the land

to take a horse.

A cow, a calf-

enough to live on and no more.

It has always been the right

of the Herreras on this land.

The thief, he talks of rights.

- Well, patrn?

- Hang him.

He means me to beg.

To beg him for your life.

- All right, I will.

- Wait.

It is true,

he means you to beg.

It is also true

that should you beg...

he will hang me anyway.

He sits his stallion...

stiff with hate.

You will not humble yourself.

This I ask.

Amen.

Juan.

The kiss of a good friend.

Till our eyes...

next meet.

Till then.

Tears a body to see

someone you love hurt, doesn't it?

Do you want me to beg?

Do you want me on my knees to you for his life?

- I'd hang him anyway.

- That's what he said.

- He did, eh? He always was smart.

- Well, you're not!

You're old, you're getting foolish and you've

made a mistake! It's me you should have hung!

Because now I hate you

in a way I didn't know a human could hate.

Take a good, long look at me, T.C.

You won't see me again

until the day I take your world away from you!

Juanito.

Juanito.

Juanito.!

- Hi there, honey.

- Where's Rip?

He'll be back most any time.

- Did you just get in off the railroad?

- Yes.

We haven't met before.

My name's Dallas Hart.

I'm new in town, honey.

Honey, you wouldn't be new anyplace.

Don't tell me.

You're VanceJeffords.

Rip tell you about me?

No, but everyone else has.

And I can believe what they say.

Night, Dallas.

- But, Rip -

- I said good night.

I never could see what they see

in the thin ones.

It's not what they see.

You've been away a long time.

And you've marked off the days

on your calendar.

You're not so calm and collected

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