The Lawless Breed Page #7

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a long time ago.

The place looks fine, Rosie.

You're looking so pretty.

Prettier than I remembered.

Dreamt of you, Rosie,

every night and every day

for all these years.

I dreamed of you

for so hard that

I couldn't rightly remember

what you looked like anymore.

I nearly went crazy trying to

draw a picture of you in my mind.

I know, Wes. I know.

A woman dreams, too.

We tried to keep the place together, Wes.

We got some good horses.

We whitewashed the stables every spring

and we tried to get the house painted.

Is that him?

Yes.

What sort of a boy is he, Rosie?

John's almost a man now.

He's worked like one since he was 12.

He's been waiting

a long time for this day.

We both have.

Hello, Son.

You must be...

Yep.

Your ma said you were grown-up,

but I didn't expect to see a man.

Ma says if I keep on growing,

I'll be as tall as you.

You're strong, too.

You've worked hard,

haven't you, Son?

I don't mind working.

Well, now that there's two of us, maybe you'll

have time for some fun once in a while.

Nice pony. Is he yours?

I guess he's rightly yours, now.

Well, you worked the place, Son.

I figure everything here

belongs as much to you as to...

You ought to remember this, Pa.

It's yours.

Sometimes people come out here asking

to see it. I keep it loaded, too.

Is this how you

used to do it, Pa?

How come you never put

any notches on your gun?

John, did you see your father?

Where are you going?

Wes. What is it? What's wrong?

What did you say to him?

I hit him, Rosie.

I hit him.

Why? Why?

That gun!

He put it on

and it was me, 20 years ago.

Thinking I could

lick the world with a gun!

I went crazy and I hit him.

It'll be all right, Wes. You'll

explain it to him. It'll be all right.

I don't think it will, Rosie.

He'll be out looking for trouble.

Don't say that.

He's a good boy.

He'll be out

looking for trouble!

What do you mean?

It's happened before.

It's happened to me. I remember.

My pa and me!

I'm going after him.

I'm gonna bring him home.

Hello, John.

What can I do for you?

Whisky.

I didn't know

you'd started drinking.

You seen your Pa?

The boys said they seen him coming

through town a little while ago.

Look, I came in here for a drink,

not to answer a lot of dumb questions.

All right, all right.

Whisky. What makes you

so tough today, Hardin?

'Cause your old man is home?

Figures the old man will

back him up.

Why don't you shut up!

Think you're man enough?

Why don't you make me shut up?

Maybe he'll show us his pa's famous

trick of carrying a gun under his vest

so he can shoot a man in the

back when he ain't looking.

You better go on home, son.

No sense in starting anything with him.

You know... You know,

if I was Wes Hardin,

and came home from the pen after 16 years,

first thing I'd do

is un-limber my six-gun and start

banging away at the nearest target.

Especially if I was coming home to a

swell-looking woman like Mrs. Hardin.

Easy, Son, easy.

You stay out of this.

It's my fight.

There's not gonna be any fight.

Here's his gun. Keep it.

All right, the boy's not armed now,

and neither am I,

so see that you don't shoot

off anything but your mouth.

I'll take care of you another

time with a horse-whip. Come on.

I ain't afraid of you, Hardin,

even if you have got a gun under your coat,

so draw and fire.

What did I tell you?

Didn't you see him reach?

Give me my gun!

No. Don't give it

to him.

Somebody get Doc Barker.

I thought you said he had a gun.

He reached, I tell you.

You all saw it.

He was wearing a gun under arm

when he killed Webb.

Don't try anything.

I'll get him for this.

No, you're not gonna live

the way I lived

and end up like this

on a dirty floor.

It'd be my fault, Son.

Don't you understand?

Leave it alone.

He'll get his,

but you leave it alone.

Swear it to me.

I swear it, Pa.

I swear it.

Keep him quiet for a couple of weeks,

Mrs. Hardin, and he'll be all right.

I'll come out and have another

look at him this evening.

Thank you, Doctor.

Now, John, you drive real slow.

Sure, Ma.

Remember the last time we rode in a wagon,

Rosie? A long time ago.

Yeah, but this time

is different, Wes.

This time we know

where we're going.

John?

Yes, Pa?

Let's go home.

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