The Shooting of Caribou Lou Page #3

My ol' Shorty.

All done...

with a real bad cracked foot.

Coigne's been here.

- Where's he at? Did you ask?

- He ruined 'im.

Traded him off.

The man's gonna get rid of him,

he says, 'cause he ain't no use.

What'd he tell you of Coigne?

Just nothin'.

Coigne come here a while back.

Then he just left. Couple days ago.

The man don't know wheres neither,

'cause I asked him all them kind of things.

He don't know nothin' about it.

Just sold him a horse.

Give him poor ol' Shorty.

Hey, Will.

What's he runnin' from?

He wasn't runnin'. The man

didn't say he was. Hey, Will.

Could you give me... $50?

I want this one!

Change my saddle over to this one.

Right off.

What do you want the 50 for?

Oh, you know.

So's he won't...

- Sooner or later, Coley...

- What's $50, Will?

So let him stand and

eat till I get back.

I'd like to be asked

my preference first.

Mr. Gashade!

You want a piece of candy, Will?

Now you begin to earn your pay.

Kingsley?

We'll see.

Plan to shoot a bit?

What if I was just to up and

pull out, keep the money?

Unless I know right here

and now what you're after.

You're not the only one

who knows the way.

Looking for something in there?

Day and a half, near two days old.

Come on.

You sure are gettin'

good at that, ma'am.

- So are you, Coley.

- Me?

So is Mr. Gashade.

We're making time.

Why are we all the time hurrying?

What's the pleasure?

I'm the one gettin' all the dust!

Oh, up in the mornin'

Toward daylight

Before I sleep

The moon shines bright

And my horse tossed me off

In a freezin' cold brook

And my horse tossed me off

Oh, I jump in the saddle

Grab hold of the horn

If I heard your name, I wouldn't know it.

Come a-ti-yi

yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yay

Come a-ti-yi, yippy-yippy-yay

- Would I?

- No.

Give a little yell

- I don't see no point to it.

- There isn't any.

What's that?

Oh, I heard it in the holler

I'm just singin'.

It's all right, Coley.

And I done real well

Till the boss said,

"Boy, go and give 'em hell"

Come a-ti-yi

yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yay

Come a-ti-yi yippy-yippy-yay

- You sure you don't wanna light down?

- How's the trail?

Pretty cold.

But you'll pick it up, won't you?

Best damn cowboy ever was born

That's what I was

supposed to do, ain't it?

Not if you're a gold miner,

Mr. Gashade.

Come a-ti-yi

yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yay

Come a-ti-yi yippy-yippy-yay

Oh, stray in the herd

and the boss says kill it

So I shot him in the rump

with the handle of a...

Willett!

Look over yonderly.

Yes, sir.

Damn.

Might be some folk?

Maybe so.

He see us too, you think?

Oh, yeah, he see us.

What is it?

Tracks is freshening a bit.

Trail breaks off here

and heads that way.

- Too bad.

- Wait. Where are you going?

Kingsley.

No! Follow that!

Well, looks to me like this 'un's

headed dead into the Supuecio?

It's bad enough we gotta cross

part of it to get to Kingsley.

You won't get there that way at all.

Then why would someone

want to go this way?

To get theirselves lost is the only reason

outside of ignorance that I can give.

We'll follow it, Mr. Gashade.

Hell, I don't see nothin'.

What are we followin' anyhow?

You think you know who laid down

this trail better than I do, miss.

How do you know it's gonna

show up what you after?

I just can see you, you know...

all up in them goldurned pretty flax.

Hold your horse.

What's this shootin' all the time?

You're tryin' to tell someone

where we at. Ain't that so?

You're so stupid.

You gon' tell me what

this is all about.

- I hate you.

- She's just practicin', Will.

What's the matter with you, miss?

You got somethin' wrong?

- She look like sick, Will.

- Don't touch me!

That rider back there. Who is he?

- He's a-followin' after us.

- Light up on her, Will. Can't you see?

Oh, now look what you done. Miss?

- She's waltzin'.

- Let me help you down off.

- Stop groping at me!

- Well, you was slippin'.

I'm not!

It's just an excuse to touch me.

Will you stop staring at me!

Get back up on

your horse, Mr. Gashade.

You're feeling that bad, miss,

maybe you oughta light down.

How much sun is left?

An hour, maybe.

Well, we're keepin'

on till dark, I guess.

You don't like her much, Will, do ya?

She ain't showing me nothin' to like.

But you're goin' along with

her then 'cause she's pretty.

Hell, pretty ain't nothin'.

It'll pleasure you

nothin' but the eye.

Why, a coral snake, its ring's

prettier than a rainbow...

but it's got a real mean way

of pain in it, is the fact.

Well, I'm glad then you

ain't crazy after her.

No.

It's just a... a feeling

I got to see through.

Just that.

The reason bein' 'cause I am.

And I wouldn't want us

gettin' touchy over Miss...

Her.

Well, you just try and

forget about her, Coley.

Because she's got other

interests than you.

Sayin' what, Will?

Sayin' I pretty much believe

she means to kill someone.

Will you please help me?

Would it be too much to expect

that you might have some tea?

Tea? I got tea!

Tea? How 'bout that?

Ask her if she want a cold

wash to her and a spoon.

I seen and got it special.

Tea. Special tea.

"Tea."

Look!

"Lei Ling's Cut Black Comfort Tea.

Forsythe, R.I."

How sweet.

What are you workin' on him for?

He's easier than you.

He don't see what I see.

Maybe he's the more useful to me.

You think that he's gonna be able...

to lead you on this trail

to the Supuecio?

If you won't, maybe.

Maybe nothin', miss.

He may go pantin' after you like a little

doggie, but he can't lead you nowhere.

Well, he can't stop me either.

Now leave me alone and let me sleep.

- You see that how I done?

- Give me that!

You disgustingly stupid...

What's the matter? He wouldn't give

the wrong signal for you this time?

Which it'd mean?

Come in or stay off?

Who's out there?

Who is it?

No, please! Don't put your

hand anywhere near your gun.

He can see you.

Who the hell is out there?

Billy Spear?

What's your trouble?

Nothing, Billy.

It was a mistake.

A mistake?

He that one we seen

way back, ain't he?

What she want with him?

You did somethin'.

See how she look like him?

Hell, I don't see that.

He's about as unfriend-like

a thing as I ever seen.

No, sir, I don't like him.

Well, I hope you're gonna

keep that to yourself, Coley.

Why should I? What do I care?

For the reason bein' that there's

a hired gun if ever I seen one.

I don't want you to do nothin' to put

yourself in the way of it. Okay?

Well, if you say, okay.

Shoot. Real strong on the pretty,

ain't he, way he got himself up?

What's that you got there?

Aw, just a game.

You're supposed to get

them little buckshot...

in the feller's eyes, see?

The same into his mouth.

It's real hard to do.

I ain't been able to yet.

This is Billy Spear.

He wasn't to join us until later,

but now it doesn't matter. He's here.

He'll be going on with us.

That figures.

Mr. Gashade...

but does that figure us

now as three or as four?

Well, let me see.

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