The Missouri Breaks Page #6

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You go on over there

and I'll secure the rope here.

- You got a good hold on that?

- Yeah.

You get goin' now, and then you pull me

in case something happens to me.

Yah!

Let her go now.

I don't know about this.

That's it. Go ahead.

In you go.

Damn horse won't swim. Come on.

- Dig your heels in now.

- This isn't bad at all.

Yah!

I can't swim. Bring me in.

Now, you dirt turkey,

are you gonna talk to me?

You gonna tell me somethin' now?

Listen, son, you got two choices now.

Drink this muddy son of a b*tch,

or tell me about Tom Logan

and your goddamn rustlin'.

You... You son...

- I'm gonna give you one...

- I'm not gonna say anything.

Mr La Frambois, one.

Agh!

Adios, amigo.

That's Little Tod's horse.

Damned if it ain't.

What happened?

Did he get bucked off or what?

- I don't know.

- Cal?

- What is it?

- What the hell's goin' on?

Let's get inside.

- What's happening?

- Lee Clayton. Lee Clayton!

Come here, Sandy, old girl.

We're goin' to a picnic.

He never will close that gate.

It wasn't near as gloomy around here

when we only had rustlers.

Never seen nothin' like him. Come on.

Never thought Mr Braxton

would call in a man like that.

I presume you've had an enlightening trip.

Mm...

Well, what kind of trip did you have?

What did you learn?

Lower your voice. I feel an attack of gas

and that could be perilous to both of us.

That's good.

What did you learn?

The one man that could have told me

something didn't tell me nothing,

and then he upped and drowned himself

in the Missouri River.

You've got no further

than we did without you.

Oh, I can track a bluebottle fly

right up your nose.

And I've taken to trackin'

what people are thinkin'.

Where's your wife?

What has that got to... Damn it!

I detest your impertinence.

You stay out of my private life,

you lilac-smellin' son of a b*tch.

You ain't the first mental wizard

I ever met, you know.

I've met ranchers, outlaws,

stock detectives

who thought they was

mental wizards like yourself.

There was one thing I could

never understand and that was...

"Why can't they hang on to their women?"

You're beginning to rave.

And you're beginning to bore me.

So you're gonna stop.

You're gonna stop spying on me

and on my family.

You were never hired to do that.

I do not, and Jane does not,

and the dozen dolts who work for me

do not steal horses.

But somebody does, don't he?

Well, there's a sight for sore eyes.

- Cal!

- Long time, Logan.

Cal, I want you to meet

a good friend of mine. Jane Braxton.

- How do?

- Pleased to make your acquaintance.

She was born and bred here, Cal,

and ready for city lights.

Pretty ladies should have what they want.

- How's the ranch comin', Tom?

- You want a tour?

Sure do.

I'll see you later. Bye.

Cal, come on, I'll show you the orchard.

Come on, buddy.

This little bastard was

in sorry shape before I got to it.

These trees wouldn't have turned out

a peck of apples apiece.

No wonder that guy's makin' barrels in

town. He wasn't running this place right.

This tree was all full of scale and blight.

These limbs I dug out of here had borers

in 'em and insect eggs all over everything.

It was...

Little Tod didn't come home.

What the hell are you doin'?

What difference does it make whether

blight or borers eat up this whole ranch?

Well, Cal, I just have to say it.

I'd prefer that they didn't ruin the orchard.

Poor Little Tod.

Gimme that cartridge.

That girl's old man

hired Lee Clayton, didn't he?

Yeah. He did.

What about her? Where's her husband at?

She don't have a husband.

She don't need one.

She don't need one.

Boy, you're pretty far gone, ain't ya?

- It's the way it happens, isn't it, Cal?

- I wouldn't know.

Not since that dog of mine

put his tongue on the butter.

Where's Lee Clayton? Is he here?

You betcha. Moved right in.

Made himself at home. Boy!

Robert Lee?

Robert Lee.

You know, the old man built this tub

for the old lady, and she ran out on him.

Wasn't that you callin' me out there?

Yes, son. That was me.

There's no way you can win, you know.

What?

- There's no way you can win.

- Win?

It's kin of mine is all

that calls me Robert Lee.

I'm going to bust your fat ass.

How am I to get my nourishment

spending my dinner hour here with you?

You ain't gonna get no nourishment.

You're gonna dry up and blow away.

It just ain't in the cards, angel.

Can't you see that the list

is as long as my arm?

You're under the headin'

of what I do for a livin'.

Now step outside, because

my stomach has commenced to growl.

Are you scared?

Shakin' all over.

It's almost like I don't have a prayer.

But I can't lose this appetite.

What ails me?

You're floatin' there in your confirmation

dress waitin' for God to save ya.

Did it ever bother you, sittin' up there

in that cabin drinkin' coffee,

while that fiddler's wife

was screamin' in the Sandwash?

Well, first off... I don't drink coffee.

Now can I climb out?

I'm hungry for my supper.

Where's your Creedmore at, Robert Lee?

Where's your cabbage-shootin' Mexican

pistola with flowers on the handle?

Why don't you go get it?

That settles it.

I'm not that hungry

and I'll stay here till someone fetches me

who cares about my welfare.

- I deplore...

- Get up, you dry-gulchin' piece of slime.

A little bathe in the tub here...

Get up!

Get up!

I want to lie here and lose.

No dinner. No nothing.

Well?

My God. You ain't even there.

Did you kill him?

No, I just emptied his tub. Somebody's

gonna have to do something about that.

What's become of Tom?

- Isn't he on his place?

- No, he's not.

Well, that's not what I call ranching.

I know what you're driving at.

All I can tell you is that things have

been nearly as bad as they could be.

If those two men have reason to look

for one another, I'm not interfering.

You find Lee Clayton and you stop him.

No.

You can't.

I won't.

I hope that you choke on that.

You don't mean that, darling.

- Vern, scat.

- You betcha.

I wouldn't have hired Lee

if the rustlers hadn't killed Pete.

This has nothing to do with Pete,

law, or stealing horses.

- Then what does it have to do with?

- Tom Logan.

Tom Logan.

- I never even think about him.

- You can't bear me being with him.

Now, Daddy, goddamn it.

You find Lee Clayton and you stop him!

You think I couldn't bear living here alone,

don't you? Start me thinking.

No... No.

No, I won't. I won't.

Whoa, Buck.

- Oh...

- What the hell are you doin'?

- Cal's got me lookin' out for Lee Clayton.

- Come on down. Old Buck come up lame.

Gimme a hand. Goddamn it.

Easy, Buck. Come on now.

Only goddamn intelligent horse.

Easy, boy.

I had him.

You think anybody could do it?

I mean... an ordinary fella?

I don't know.

Seems like somebody oughta

be able to get the job done.

Just watch it is all.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

Don't start talkin' to him.

I don't care what the plan is,

as long as you get us outta here.

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