The Missouri Breaks Page #2

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Agh!

But they're all ones.

Tom, they're all ones.

- Where am I gonna put 'em all?

- I don't wanna hear that now. Just...

Ain't it just terrible?

The next time you mention trains,

it's gonna get worse.

You boys new at this?

Appreciate your concern, Nelson.

Yahoo!

Let's get every goddamn one up.

Hey, look! There's tens in the water.

Get in there, Tod.

Get in the water. Get those tens.

Yahoo!

Little Tod...

Get out of my way.

Come on. Let's get outta here

with what we got.

Mornin', my little darlin'.

Hey, Si. We'll see 'em in church.

I think all of you working men and women

have had time now to consider

this case before us.

- There's Braxton.

- I have reviewed its details,

and now I feel secure enough

to pronounce sentence.

Subject, of course,

to your scrutiny and support.

Make him confess first.

I think the kindest thing

we can do to this bird

is to send him up to the territorial prison.

He's been about as cooperative

as any prisoner we've tried around here.

- I see no direct call to hang him.

- Don't he look like God?

Who's got an opinion about

how long we might send him up?

- Life is indicated.

- He'll take anything.

How would 10 to 20 sound to you?

Sounds about right to me.

How soon would I be eligible for parole?

In about two weeks.

Anything you'd like to say

before we send you to your just deserts?

And if I may speak for the court,

we would prefer

that it be something colourful,

life on the frontier being what it is.

Just that...

it may seem to you boys

like a hard way to make the papers,

but I'm not ashamed of robbing that train,

of blowing bridges, sticking up banks, or

for my careless devil-may-care gunplay.

I'm not ashamed of pissing away

the money on hard living either,

because I'm that kind of guy.

But as a concession to me

for my cooperation,

I would like you all

to refer to me from now on

as "The Lonesome Kid".

Especially in front of outsiders

here in the West.

That's enough of that! Let's all go up

to the bar and make fools of ourselves.

Yahoo!

Whoo! I haven't danced like that

since Chicago.

I'm Tom Logan.

I'd like to congratulate you, sir,

on your treatment of that impostor.

Oh... My daughter, Jane.

Hello.

People have told me

I should talk to you, Mr Braxton.

I just sold a family implement business

in the Shonkin range

and I'm thinkin' of buying a small ranch.

You done so well I'd like

a piece out by you for good luck.

Well... the Cannon Ranch is for sale.

Isn't much. Four sections and a cabin.

Pole corrals around it.

But it's well watered,

and pretty fair shelter.

The owner's living in town now.

Has a cooperage at the end of Main,

past the livery.

I understand you had

some rustlin' problems.

Seven per cent losses per annum.

You should know about that.

First year, that might just break you.

Mm...

I understand

you had to hang someone here.

I did that.

Oh, that's tough.

What was this?

Some kind of a desperado?

No.

He was a thief, with probably a million

good reasons for being on hard times.

The main thing is that

we put him out of his misery.

Don't you believe

in hangin' thieves, miss?

No, sir, I don't. Do you?

I surely do. How in the world else

are we gonna have law and order?

Well, what do you know?

Maybe you can buy that Cannon Ranch,

get started in the cattle business.

With your attitude toward human life,

you may yet get to be

one of the barons of this prairie,

and have your picture on page one,

or page three, of the Chicago papers.

And for your birthday you can have

a big barrel of fresh oysters on ice,

just the way the other hangmen

up this way do.

You sound bitter, lady.

You should have seen

that young man's face.

- He did not die quickly.

- I don't wanna hear about it.

I don't think you can really picture

the man's face.

I don't want to hear about it, miss.

Thank you for your information,

Mr Braxton.

I'll go over to the cooperage and ask

Mr Cannon about them four sections.

Pleasure to meet you too, miss.

Welcome to town, now.

Damn, I feel better now.

- Damned if I don't.

- Me too.

Oh, God! You didn't cut him down yet.

We did! That's...

Whoa!

- Oh...

- Oh, Pete.

My God. They've killed my man.

- Si, are we gonna go to that whorehouse?

- Where the hell you clodhoppers been at?

File that. We got it.

Let's go for a ride.

I wanna go to a whorehouse,

play cards, get drunk.

We can go to the whorehouse later.

Ain't you got no pride of ownership?

I buy you a brand-new ranch.

Do you wanna ride out and look at it?

Hell, we own it, we can go anytime.

Let's go for a drink.

- Let's play cards...

- Let's go to the whorehouse.

You're gonna have to pick and choose

on that cos the money's about all gone.

- The money can't be gone.

- Well, it is and I'm glad.

- I'm glad too.

- Why?

Because robbin' trains is...

We start a pattern of robbin' trains

and we're gonna get detectives.

From then, you can back

the calendar down till they hang us.

That's why.

I still think we should rob a bank.

Rob trains, rob a bank.

- All right, let's go to the whorehouse.

- Mm-mm.

You here for a party?

- That's right.

- What kind of a party?

Well...

You got any girls?

Go on, Si.

The girls here can show you

to the party rooms.

I like them ribbons.

Anybody want anything to eat?

Well, is he the one that I want.

You just come right on up here with me.

Where are the chubby ones?

I want a chub...

Oh, yeah.

Ain't that a match-up?

Ain't that a match-up?

Just like you and your horse, Little Tod.

- That one got away!

- You'll pay for that.

In my home town,

I'm considered a dangerous person.

Yeah? In your home town a man can get

a bad reputation for smokin' corn silk.

Cary'll stay at the breaks,

but somebody must tend this place.

I can tell you one damn thing,

it isn't gonna be me.

Agh!

I got you! Told you I was gonna get you,

you son of a b*tch.

Here! How about this?

I like this place, Cal.

- Yeah.

- I like it quiet.

Cary, don't throw them tools

down there like that, please.

I spent my first 18 years

on one of these goddamn things,

workin' for my uncle that raised me.

I worked myself cross-eyed too.

About the only thing I had for distraction

was this dog.

I'd had the dog since it was ten years old.

And he shot it...

for stickin' its tongue on a pat of butter.

So I stayed one more night.

And I killed his seed bull,

I rustled every damn horse he had

including a racer that I sold as

a cow pony to an Indian rancher,

and I took the whole damn remuda.

I come within a hair's breadth

of sendin' him to kingdom come.

I was that close to shootin'

that son of a b*tch in the brainpan.

I never did have that kind of background.

Never had nothin' neither.

My folks always wanted a place.

They was good people,

so I always saw it with their eyes.

I can see that.

But when you think about it, you wouldn't

want the weight of a damn place like this.

Do you do alterations too, ma'am?

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