The Plainsman Page #3

Is that chipmunk yours?

Did ya bring her with ya?

What if I did?

It's none of your business.

Ain't it, after

you run out on me?

You slab-sided,

bird-totin' rat!

You brung that

honky-tonk mopsy--

Shut up, Calamity.

Tip your hat when

you speak to a lady.

I will,

when I speak to a lady.

Aw, Bill.

Careful, Lou.

That's a big step.

Look out for Hannibal.

Will, isn't it exciting?

Have you got everything?

I've got you and

the parasol and Hannibal...

and boxes and hats and--

Hi, Calamity!

Well, Bill Cody!

What are you doin'

in them buzzard feathers?

Pretty fancy, huh?

Calamity, I want

to introduce you.

Lou, this is CalamityJane.

Everybody knows her.

Born and bred out yonder.

A dead shot,

rides better than a man,

drives stage.

Why, I've seen her flick

the rattles off a rattle--

Say, is she your mopsy?

She's Mrs. Cody.

Your wife!

Aw.

I'm certainly glad

to know ya, Mrs. Cody.

How do you do, Miss Calamity?

Canary's the name, ma'am.

I beg your pardon.

I didn't know.

Not at all, ma'am.

Four passengers

for Hays City, Calamity.

Get going.

Suits me.

You'll find the backseat

easy ridin', Mrs. Cody.

Thank you.

Come on, Bill. Get in.

That's no way

to treat your passengers.

You ain't a passenger.

You're freight.

My name's Jack McCall.

I'm goin' to Hays City.

What are you smokin'?

Chalk?

Cigareete.

Well, get in anyway.

Another one

for Hays City, ma'am.

That river clipper's

sayin' good-bye

to you, ma'am.

Now you're gonna have

three long days

of this prairie clipper.

But tomorrow's Sunday.

Do we ride on Sunday?

There's no Sunday

west ofJunction City,

no law west of Hays City

and no God west of Carson City.

Hold tight, ma'am.

I'm holding tight.

Still travelin' together,

Mr. Hickok, huh?

What are you

doin' up here?

I'm drivin'.

Get! Get up there!

Get up there!

You've been driving

for three days.

You've changed horses

1 4 times.

Don't you ever change

those beads you're wearing?

I ain't wearin' 'em

'cause you give 'em to me.

I'm wearin' 'em

'cause I like beads.

Oh, Will, are all the roads

in Kansas like this?

No, honey!

Some of'em

are pretty bad.

What's the matter?

Clem?

Take these ribbons.

Yeah?

Stranger, I wonder

if you could--

Breezy!

Why, it's Bill Hickok.

I thought you was

off to the war.

The war's over.

Yeah? Just beginning

where I come from.

There's 2,000 or 3,000

Sioux Indians cayoodlin' around

Fort Piney with war paint on.

Wild Bill Hickok

to see General Custer.

I'll see him.

Yes, sir.

How do you do, General?

Oh, hello, Hickok.

I heard you were

coming to town.

I know of your

reputation as a killer,

and I want to warn you...

that we'll tolerate

no lawlessness

here at Hays City.

You better get that word

through to the Indians,

because they've just

wiped out half the garrison

at Fort Piney.

- How do you know?

- I was about to report to you...

before you became so interested

in my accomplishments...

that we've been

pulling arrows out of

Colonel Carrington's old scout.

Breezy?

Yes.

Colonel Carrington told him

if you didn't get ammunition

to Fort Piney, they're done for.

Find Captain Reed!

Yes, sir.

I'll get that ammunition

to Fort Piney somehow.

But I can't spare more than

one troop to take it.

Here at Hays City,

I'm faced by Satanta's Kiowas.

The whole Sioux nation's

up here.

And now Yellow Hand's

on the loose

with his Cheyenne.

I can't move from Hays City

until I find out where

that he-wolf s heading for.

He's an old friend of mine.

We used to hunt buffalo

together on the Cimarron.

He's hunting men now,

and I've got to locate him.

Maybe I can find him

for ya.

He ought to be

just about... there.

Hmph.

Oh, Captain Reed.

Yes, sir.

Hickok reports that half

of Carrington's command

at Fort Piney's been wiped out.

I'm sending 1 0,000 rounds

of ammunition.

Have Captain Woods

prepare to leave at once

with a wagon train.

Mules are right handy

animals, General.

What?

They can get by the Indians

much better than wagons can.

Yes, he's right.

Use mules.

They'll have to get by

about a thousand Cheyenne.

Why not send them

east of the trail

through Deep Valley?

Yes, and across the upper

ford of the Republican,

but who's going to guide them?

I haven't got a scout

who knows that territory.

I beg your pardon,

but Buffalo Bill Cody

just got in town.

Cody? Yes, he knows

the lay of that land.

And he's up to

all Indian tricks.

He's got himself a squaw.

You'll probably find him

knitting or washing dishes.

What do you mean?

He's married a ravishing

little woman from points East.

I don't care if

he married an Eskimo.

Tell him to come here.

His mind's set

on starting a hotel.

There's an Indian war starting.

Women lying on these plains

with Indian arrows in them.

Get Cody here.

- Suppose I go in his place?

- You're going after Yellow Hand.

Don't let him catch you.

He doesn't treat

his prisoners very well.

Tell Cody

that ammunition train

is leaving before sundown.

Yes, sir.

And he'll be leaving with them.

Orderly.

Oh, Will, there's

so much dirt blowing in.

It's got to blow

someplace, honey.

Tumbleweed, Lou.

They won't bite ya.

Oh, dear!

There's no use

fightin' the wind, Lou.

We have to bear

with this land.

Oh, I know, Will.

When are we going

to move into town

and take over the hotel?

I'm gonna see

Jeb Masters tomorrow.

He wants to sell

the Golden Rule House.

Here's your grub!

Why, come in, Miss Canary.

Hiya, Bill.

What'd you bring?

Well, I'll tell ya.

I got something to fry,

and I got something to boil.

And a jug of whiskey!

Oh!

He never misses, Mrs. Cody.

I'll take that.

You've got a lot to do.

That stove smokes,

and there's no mattress on the bed.

You haven't got

the lamps filled yet.

Look at this place.

This is a grand shebang.

Oh, Calamity.

You could stable

the queen of Sheba.

How can you say that?

It's so dusty,

and I haven't got

my curtains hung yet.

We'll help ya. Hey,

you long-legged two-spot,

give your wife a hand.

And here's the bodkin.

Hey!

Put it in that window.

Say! Look it.

That would make a pretty

dress, wouldn't it?

Calamity, do you

ever wear dresses?

I might if I had one.

You're going to look

awfully nice in one of mine.

That curtain

looks right pretty.

Bodkin Bill.

Have you had any experience

with a horse blanket?

Plenty.

Lou says I've had too much.

That's too bad.

There's a horse outside

waitin' for ya now.

You tryin' to trade, Bill?

Yes.

A hotel for the lives

of 48 men...

and 1 0,000 rounds

of ammunition thrown in.

How do you do,

Mr. Hickok?

You and the bird

feel at home yet, ma'am?

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Is Custer sending that

ammunition to Fort Piney?

He's hoping

they'll get through...

if 48 cavalrymen can dodge

about 1 ,000 Cheyenne.

Birds do not eat beans,

Mr. Hickok.

You think those swatties

can make it?

Depends which way

Custer sends 'em.

Through Deep Valley.

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