The Missouri Breaks Page #7

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That's what I'd like.

Let's just pull our socks up and get out.

We're gonna hit Braxton.

We're gonna take everything he's got.

Blooded stock an' all.

- That's the least we can do.

- And maybe flush us a regulator.

I would love to include the old man.

A.44-40 in the brain

would be my sentence for him.

I don't know why you don't want

to go along with that.

I'd just sooner we didn't.

I wanna know on what grounds

you don't wanna shoot Braxton!

We ain't gonna do it

because I said we ain't gonna do it!

Am I perfectly clear on that, Cal?

Goddamn it, let's not start that stuff.

Really, Tom, it's only

gonna wreck the whole job.

Cal?

Hey, Woodruff.

Braxton got you nighthawking.

Mr Logan, what you doin'

out of bed at this hour?

Lookin' for a better life, Woodruff. What

do you know that's new and exciting?

- Same old thing.

- What do you got in here?

Oh...

And I got the walkin' horse, but...

You're gonna take 'em.

You bet. You wanna get down now?

And reach me over that bird's head Colt

you got stuck in your shirt there.

Butt first, if you please, Woodruff.

- You think you're smart, don't you?

- Well, I ain't dumb and I ain't tied up.

You just lay on that soft spot.

- You're slicker than snot on a door knob.

- Thank you, Cary.

I tell you one goddamn thing.

Old Braxton's gonna be one

surprised-assed son of a b*tch, ain't he?

I regret Pete Marker wasn't here

to get the news, that sorry bag of sh*t.

We'll see him in hell, that son of a b*tch.

Shut up, Si, or you'll push these horses

all the way down to Kansas without us.

Let's push, boys. I feel eyes all over us.

That relay ranch is dead.

Anybody got a preferred district?

- Hellsgate for me.

- Big Hole.

Big Hole. I'll meet you there. Cal?

Dodge Pole. Sh*t, that's all that's left.

- We'll meet back at the old cabin. Cary?

- All right.

Remember, I wanna get $20 a head

for these or we're doing this job...

I could have picked off one or two of them

maybe, but we'd have lost the rest.

Supposin' you had a barn full of nasty

old bats. You wanted to get rid of them.

The worst thing you could do is just

get your gun and start shootin' around.

What good would it do you?

They'd leave and they'd be back

by 7.30 in the morning.

If you want to get rid of a whole lot

of evil bats, there's only one way.

And the way is this.

You wait till the dawn comes.

About 4.30 and you're waitin'

outside by the barrels.

Then you close the door real quick

and all the bats are inside.

Then while they're sleepin',

the lovely little sweethearts,

you have every one of the dirty

little buggers at your mercy.

- That's the only way you can do it.

- That's all very informative.

But every horse I own is gone.

The only way you're going

to get paid is if I get them back.

Golly.

I don't care a damn about that. Come on.

Always finish the work.

And... I don't give a damn

whether or not I get paid.

And, uh... talkin' about horses, I think

I know the horse you're worrying about.

- He wears a black hat, he's two-legged...

- Shut up.

.. and I think I know

where he stands at stud.

Shut up! You're out of control.

You're through.

I want you off the place. Now get!

Well, it is your place, sir.

But the work is mine

and I'll have the say about that.

Come on, Jess.

We know when we're not wanted.

Let's go out to the bat hunt now.

You lazy no-good bastards, get back

to work or I'll fire every one of you!

They call this country Hellsgate.

When my dad came in here, it was

nothing but a bunch of savage Indians...

and Jesuits.

Old Thomas Jefferson said that he was

a warrior so his son could be a farmer,

so his son could be a poet.

I raise cattle

so my son can be a merchant,

so his son can move to Newport,

Rhode Island, buy a sailboat

and never see one of these bastard-assed

son-of-a-bitchin' mountains again.

Who was Thomas Jefferson?

Guy back east.

I'll bet you're about done in.

You had a long day.

That's true.

Mother, you wanna show

our boy the bunkhouse?

Surely. I'll bring him a blanket.

I'll see you before

you start out in the morning.

Fine.

Let me thank you again

for selling me those horses.

It's my pleasure.

My compliments to the artist

that changed those brands.

Was it you?

I learned it from a nice boy from

Newport, Rhode Island, with no sailboat.

They hung him in a cottonwood south of

the Shonkin Sag, by the neck, until dead.

- You've got five minutes.

- OK. Sh.

Wait. It would help if you got

out of your drawers altogether.

- No.

- Sh.

- What good is it keepin' them on one leg?

- Why don't you shut up?

You've only got four of your minutes left.

Besides, I'm beginning to chafe.

Agh!

Hon? Honey?

Kid. Hey, kid.

Here's a buck. Go get me a whiskey

and the rest is yours.

Good stuff. Go on. Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Thanks.

Hold these, junior.

I won't be but a minute,

then we'll go get something to eat.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

I ain't got but $54, mister.

But I want all three horses or nothing.

What you got to trade?

A clarinet.

All right, I'll take it.

I can't use it. It looks too tight.

Here. Let me try it on.

Put your arm in. You can't tell till it's on.

Oh, it fits...

I don't want the goddamn thing.

Smoked meat!

Old smoked meat.

Where's Tom Logan?

I couldn't get him to come out.

God!

Too proud, huh?

I reckon.

I'd like about anything

but getting burned up.

Well, you're about

the last of your kind, old man.

If I was a better businessman

than I am a manhunter,

I'd put you in the circus.

You know, about this time of year -

Indian summer - gettin' there...

they say you can see

the Star of Bethlehem,

if you look real good.

I seen it once or twice. But you gotta look

away and then you gotta look at it, see?

You gotta look at it

just a minute, like that, see?

See what I mean?

Well, old Granny's gettin' tired now.

Cal?

Si?

Oh... Oh...

Oh, my God.

No. Kiss first.

Kiss first.

You have the lips of Salome,

and the eyes of Cleopatra.

I dedicate this song

to the only woman I ever loved.

I'm too shy to turn around

and say it to your face,

but I mean it from my heart.

I don't love you, you harlot.

I'm not even speaking to you.

Do you know that?

Come on. Would you?

That for you, and your disloyalty

and your treachery.

Dear heart.

Grandma... Grandma.

Say good night to Granny.

I'll play you a tune.

Well, that's a fine thing.

You've pissed right in the middle

of my love song.

God! Pissin' over my song.

Well...

You know what woke you up?

Lee, you just had your throat cut.

Where is he?

He's in there.

All the rest of the hands left

a couple of days ago except for Vern.

- I'm stayin'. You betcha.

- It's all right, Vern.

I told him I was leaving last night

and he... sort of came unravelled.

He's just lost himself.

Well, all I can say is

he'd better leave the room,

cos I'm gonna do it regardless.

Get out of the way, Vern.

You recognise this?

- You recognise it?

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