The Mountain Men Page #4

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Tyler, that's for damn sure.

I seed the back door to hell, Henry.

Yeah, look at her. There she is.

You little rascal. Go on, get out.

Traded a good pinto for her.

Course, I stole him from her pappy first.

The old son of a b*tch got so goddamn

many horses, he didn't recognise his own...

...when I brung him back.

She don't know a damn word of English...

...but she can be mighty comforting

on a night like this one.

I do miss my mules, though.

Hey, Tyler, where's your squaw?

Oh, I know. You get too old, huh?

Gros Ventre b*tch. Big melons.

What'd you pay for her?

I bet she hump you good, huh?

Shut up, sh*t for brains.

I like red meat, huh?

I said, shut up,

you goddamn pork-eating frog turd!

"I said, shut up. I said, shut up," huh?

I can't stand that nasty-talking bastard.

You know, it's goddamn lonesome out here.

It took you 20 years

to figure that one out, huh?

I'm getting long in the tooth for this.

- That ain't a elk.

- I reckon not.

No presents now, Tyler, you hear?

No damn meat either.

Watch yourself, Bill, God damn it.

He's liable to have the pox.

He ain't got the pox.

The whole tribe caught it

over to Port Union last fall, God damn it.

What the hell!

- I am Medicine Wolf.

- I know who you are, damn it.

What happened?

Medicine Wolf hunting. They take prisoner.

All die.

- Hungry.

- Yeah...

...you'll eat just as soon as

we get you back to camp.

How'd you get away?

Running Moon.

- What?

- Running Moon.

She help Medicine Wolf. Give horse.

- She says...

- She's alive?

...she waits.

What'd he say? What'd he say?

He says he's hungry.

God.

For Christ's sakes,

tell him we ain't got no meat to spare.

We can't go feeding every starving-ass

Indian comes wandering into...

Oh, Jesus.

I don't reckon he'll eat much, Henry.

You fellers ever find that valley

you was hunting?

The one Iron Belly told you about?

There ain't no valley, Joe.

- I hear Iron Belly tell you different.

- Iron Belly's an old man.

He was just yarning me.

It didn't make no never mind to him.

Maybe he tell you the truth.

Which way might you be heading,

come break-up?

North.

Drop on over Kicking Horse Pass,

trap the wolf.

Maybe the Peace River.

It's British territory.

Hudson's Bay ain't gonna be too happy

to hear you trapping their ground.

If the Blackfeet couldn't lift my hair,

I reckon I can stay ahead of the Britishers.

Coyotes?

Remember the first time we saw the Tetons?

Standing tall and white as a woman's breast.

Whole country so new it made a man think...

...he was the first one to set foot on it.

You could walk for a year

in any direction with just your rifle.

Live good and easy.

Never say "sir" to nobody.

- What made you change your mind?

- What do you mean by that?

I mean, Running Moon ain't dead, is she?

Well, no more than I am.

So I don't reckon

you're heading for no Peace River, are you?

No, she ain't dead.

Bastard Heavy Eagle lied to me.

- There ain't no valley, Henry.

- I wasn't thinking about that.

There ain't no beaver up there, God damn it!

I just thought you might need some help

stealing Running Moon back, that's all.

I don't need no help.

Don't reckon I need any help.

Heavy Eagle might have

something to say about that.

Maybe.

Well, I was only trying to help you,

you contrary old fart.

I know it.

Good luck to you.

Good luck to you, too, Henry.

Well, somebody's gotta look after you.

What happened to your squaw?

I traded her back to her pappy

for the pinto.

You ain't riding it.

The old fart stole him back again,

goddamn thieving redskin.

Tyler.

Didn't figure on meeting you two up here.

Wind River's a long ways

from Kicking Horse Pass.

I changed my mind.

Yeah, I can see that.

You're free trappers.

You hunt where you want.

But I'm telling you,

there ain't no valley up here...

...and there ain't no beaver.

No? So why you here, then?

You boys are on your own hook.

Stay out of my way.

Why...

...you forsake your people?

I have no people.

I am the people.

They will not die while I live.

You cannot leave, Running Moon.

He will come...

...as I did.

And he will die.

That wasn't here this morning.

Two, three hours old.

Six, seven of them. War party.

Don't try to teach me my business, Henry.

Travelling too fast for hunters.

Maybe they was in a hurry.

Where the hell do you think they're going?

Church social?

You'd best get back on to camp,

check up on them two chichacos.

I'll scout around some.

That crap Walker don't come in by now,

he don't come in.

Quit worrying.

You've been out longer yourself.

Sacre merde!

I think you one goddamn Injun.

If I was an Injun, you'd be dead.

- I thought you was hunting with Walker.

- Oui?

- You bury him.

- Bullshit! You'll kill us all, Tyler.

And then take all the beaver for yourself!

Maybe you kill my friend.

- Then maybe you kill me, huh?

- That ain't a bad idea, frog ass.

Sale con!

I seen the village, Henry.

I got close enough to spit on it.

Running Moon up there?

It's near empty.

The braves are out hunting us.

- Only a bunch of old men and boys...

- Is Running Moon up there?

- Sure, she's there.

- Well?

- Figured how to get her out of there?

- Walk in and take her.

Take her? Christ's sakes, Tyler, take her?

They'll be just down to the end

of that valley.

We ride into the valley from the east,

then we work up a side canyon.

I know they're watching us all the time,

so I'm certain they'll go after us.

Go after us? You tetched?

Go after... Jesus Christ.

Once we draw off Heavy Eagle and his boys,

we put the sneak on them.

We work past them in the thick country...

...and walk into that village

as slick as you please.

Who in the hell

d'you think you're messing with?

- Them boys kill for a living, you know?

- No!

By the time they get wind of where we're at,

we'll be long gone.

Hey, wake up, you old fart.

La Bont lit out on us, did he?

Yeah, took the pack stock with him, too.

A**hole.

Well, you was guarding the horses.

The hell you say!

It was your turn, God damn it!

My turn? My turn? You old bastard!

Well, it's never your turn

to guard the goddamn horses!

- Every goddamn time we lose the horses...

- Oh, shut up!

...it's my turn to guard them, ain't it?

Yeah? Well, what about the time

the Rees snuck off...

...with old Gabe's mules

down on the Bighorn, huh?

- You was guarding the stock.

- I was guarding the stock?

Bullshit I was guarding the stock!

What about that time

down on the Seedskadee...

...when the Sioux jumped your ass, huh?

- You was...

- What the hell?

Oh, balls.

He's leading them right back to us!

A**hole!

Damn. They nearly got me.

Where the hell's my horses?

What do you think?

The goddamn Indians get them.

What the hell'd you come back here for...

...you goddamn ignorant,

foreign goddamn shithead frog?

We sure put the sneak on them.

Yes, sir. Sure fooled them.

Nobody guarding this village.

Yes, sirree.

All we got to do is...

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