The Lusty Men Page #7

or my leg's too big.

Seen Wes?

No.

How long you think he'll last?

He'll be

around long enough to buy some cows.

Cows. Wind pudding

and air sauce.

He won't buy no cows.

He won't?

Town shoes, a fancy car,

and bourbon...

That's all he'll ever buy.

All right, booker,

quit grandstanding.

What do you got to say?

The boys been saying

you've changed.

Yeah. My whiskers

got longer.

You're waiting around

for something to happen.

You're reading the tea leaves.

What's going to happen?

I don't know,

but I'll tell you,

there's only two things

ever kept you

in one place for long...

A crap game or a woman.

I ain't seen you

with a pair of dice for weeks.

Is Wes here?

Not yet.

Probably looking at chico.

Something wrong with chico?

He's got a little colic.

What's cooking?

What'll you have?

What are you offering?

To you? Pot roast.

I like pot roast.

And potato pancakes?

I like potato pancakes.

You brought good cooking

to the trailer camps.

Be fine with me

when I take it out, too.

Well, we got enough

money for the ranch.

4,100.

4,100? You need 5,000.

You don't know that Jeremiah.

You don't know Jeremiah.

You really want him

off the circuit, don't you?

Don't you?

I want whatever you want.

Hey, look who's back

in Pendleton.

She's having

a big party tonight.

We're all invited.

What do you want, doll,

some more branding?

Hey, babs! Hey!

Well, I'll square things

with her later.

I got a surprise for you.

Whose idea was this, yours?

I thought you'd be pleased.

With what?

I ain't in no hurry

to go back scratching

a living dirt farming.

What's wrong with this life?

Steak for dinner,

money in the bank.

You got what you wanted.

Somebody ask you

to stick your nose in this?

Fella always said

I had a big nose.

I thought that's what

we were rodeoing for.

Let's go back where we

can breathe clean air.

There's nothing wrong

with this air.

All I smell's the money I win.

You like how it smells.

You don't?

It stinks!

When I found you,

you couldn't put

4 quarters together to make a dollar.

Who had the ambition, you or me?

That's right, me.

I'm sick of this yap, yap, yap.

And one thing more...

I'm getting fed up

with you freeloading

on the money I win.

Sounds like

a declaration of war.

Well, it leaves us

that much more

of the pot roast to eat.

He'll go to that party

and get drunk, won't he?

He's not just going there

to count the bottles.

Why don't you just take it easy,

and I'll wait table?

I'm supposed to sit

here, waiting for him

to come staggering

through that door.

Then I'm supposed to

put my arms around him,

make him black coffee,

stick an ice bag on his head,

take off his boots,

and put him to bed.

The pot roast is real good.

I'm no fun.

That blond dame

with her dress cut down

to her kneecaps...

She's fun.

Yeah.

Well, she's something.

Well, I'm through saving

his pennies for him.

I'm through washing his

socks and his shirts.

I'm through worrying about him

and cleaning up after him.

He ain't 2 years old,

and I ain't his mother.

Ever think you might,

uh, fall in love

with somebody else?

Just asked.

It happens

every day of the week.

Men! I'd like to fry 'em

all in deep fat!

What you looking for?

My one decent pair

of silk stockings

to go with my one decent dress.

Say, you don't happen to own

any of that black

lingerie, do you?

No.

By the way, where are we going?

I'm going to the party.

Wes is kind of mean.

Well, so am I.

Why don't you just

eat this nice supper

and wait it out?

I'm tired of being

a good little wife

who waits things out.

Oh, he'll be back.

He might be drunk,

but he'll be back.

Last time, I booted that blonde.

This time, she's going to...

Sure must be nice to have a wife

that gets that mad about you.

You make a good pot roast.

Wow!

You may not need that

black lingerie after all.

I'm so thirsty,

I could drink water.

Don't you ever pass out?

Oh, liquor don't bother me.

He's going to teach her

how to sing.

I bet she could

learn real good, too.

Hi, Jeff. Jump in.

Hi, Louise.

Hi, Ginny.

Hi. Hello, Alice.

Howdy, booker.

Glad you showed up.

Ain't you going

to kiss the bride?

Who's the lucky girl?

Me.

Rosemary and al got hitched

about an hour ago.

Really, al?

I got the papers and everything.

How about a real kiss now?

Better talk

to your husband about that.

Go ahead. You kiss

a man's bride, it means goodbye.

Goodbye, honey.

Hi, Louise.

Come on.

Have a drink with us.

Any gin left?

Sure, Wes.

Don't save it, man.

Pour it.

Who's going to be

champion bull rider this year?

Why, you, honey.

Who can

bronc-ride longer,

bulldog better,

calf-rope quicker than any man here?

You, honey.

Thanks.

Hey, you drinking?

Why, sure.

It's a party, isn't it?

Here, honey.

Wipe it off.

What?

You got something on your face.

Let me, honey.

That's some dress

she's wearing, ain't it, Louise?

Yeah. I can't tell

whether she's outside

trying to get in

or inside trying to get out.

I'll finish the repair work.

You hold this.

I'll bet babs thinks

you're pretty cute,

don't you, honey?

Well, he is.

Yeah, that's what he is,

all right. Cute.

I got a real cute husband.

I'll bet babs is crazy about

other people's husbands.

Who, babs?

Oh, she's been married twice.

Legally?

There we are.

That's better.

Now you look almost like

the man I married.

Thank you, sugar,

but I can't let

every little blonde

kiss him just because he's cute.

Why not lock him up?

I wish I could,

but he's grown-up,

and he's making a lot of money.

But I ought to

do something, sugar.

That's your problem, honey.

Of course it is.

Do you think

this is a good idea?

Look at me!

You look

just like a faucet. Doesn't she, Wes?

Why did you come,

to start a fight?

To stop you from making

a bigger fool

out of yourself than you are.

Thanks for telling me.

Get going!

Go on, get out!

This is my party!

I'll call

the manager! Aah!

Well, it's been a lovely party,

and I've had a lovely time.

This lady just kicked us out.

All right, cowboy.

Claim second money.

Come on.

I told you once before.

Stop sticking your nose

in my business.

Well, I picked him real

slow and real careful.

I got married

for a home. I got one.

I wanted to get away

from working...

He just kissed a little blonde.

It don't mean anything.

It won't look so terrible

tomorrow morning.

I wouldn't see him

tomorrow morning or any morning.

When he sobers up,

he'll say, "honey, I'm sorry,"

and you'll forgive him.

I won't.

Sure, you will.

That's a wife's profession...

Forgiving her husband.

Please help me.

Get him away from here.

It's his only chance.

It's my only chance.

He puts on his own pants.

He buttons his own shirt.

If he does that,

he can run his own life.

But he doesn't.

Either you beat the money,

or the money beats you.

That's all

you care about... the money.

When you're finished with Wes,

you'll get yourself

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