The Wild Stallion Page #4

- Why not?

- Yeah. Why not?

He's an accident waiting to happen.

- Says you.

- Says everybody.

- He'll be careful. Right?

- Oh, yeah.

Look!

KYLE:

Haven't seen them before.

I thought you said you saw

the wild horses all the time.

Not these. They're new.

- You won't see a stallion.

- What's that mean?

KYLE:

Wild horses are family units.

Each family has a stallion

and a brood of mares and colts.

KYLE:

This one doesn't have a stallion.

Maybe you just can't see him.

- You gonna take any pictures?

- Yeah.

- CJ:
It's him!

- HANNAH:
Him?

CJ:
The Black Stallion!

[Horse neighs]

- You mean...?

- He's real!

[Shutter clicks]

- The one that escaped from the train?

- Yeah.

Oh, I can't believe it!

- I got to get a shot.

- Don't spook them!

[Shutter clicks]

[Shutter clicks]

- Oh, he's beautiful!

- He's more than beautiful. He's real!

- Matty won't believe us!

- Yes, she will.

Now we have proof.

[Shutter clicks]

Oh, Buck. Hey, there you are.

Been up on the Horseshoe

counting mustangs.

Yeah? I've been looking for you.

Tried to get you on the two-way,

but I couldn't raise you.

Well, I wasn't in my cruiser.

I rode my horse this time.

See anything up there?

- No. A few tracks, but no mustangers.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, keep patrolling there,

but use the truck.

I want you in communication.

This is a big county,

and there's only two of us.

I have reports

on some riders up there.

I think it's the mustangers

trying to trap some horses.

Think it's Matty and her bunch?

No. It's not from Matty's place.

It's not Ty or Dallas.

I don't know who it is,

but I sure would like to know who it is.

All right.

Well, I'll stay on top of that, Sheriff.

Well, you do that,

and once in a while

you remember

that you work for me, right?

Absolutely.

Yeah, sorry, Buck.

Don't be sorry. Be in touch.

[Seat belt clicks]

Hello?!

Alvin, where's Matty?

You go tell her.

- KYLE:
I'll put the horses away.

- Okay.

Where's Matty?!

Ain't my job to keep track of her.

But, if it was,

she'd be at the, uh...

- CJ:
Please?

- BOTH:
Oh, come on.

...barn, check in there.

- CJ:
Oh, come on! Come on!

- CJ:
We saw him!

- HANNAH:
It was amazing!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

One at a time!

- Saw who?

- BOTH:
The Black Stallion!

- Say that again?

- We saw him, Matty. It was amazing!

The Black Stallion... he's real!

Boy, is he real!

- Where?

- CJ:
Starvation.

About a half a dozen mares and colts.

- Are you sure?

- I got pictures.

- CJ... you absolutely certain?

- Yes.

- You should have seen him, Matty.

- He's beautiful! Big, too!

Okay.

Don't say anything.

Don't say anything to anyone.

Not a word. You understand?

- Why?

- We just can't.

- HANNAH:
But we saw him!

- I know you did.

But nobody else can know

about this. At least, not for now.

Can you develop those pictures

by yourself, Hannah?

No. I mean, I could if I had my stuff,

but not out here.

Okay, well, you can't

get them developed. Not now.

Why? This is what I came for!

Well, sometimes you have to sacrifice

what you want for the greater good.

But they're just pictures.

Who will see them?

Well, maybe nobody.

That's not the point.

If word gets out about this,

mustangers will be all over

this range like a bad suit.

- What are mustanger?

- Rustlers.

More or less.

They use a Judas horse and

range traps to catch the wild ones.

- A Judas what?

- Judas horse. It's what they're called.

A horse trained

to mingle with the wild mustangs

and lead them into the traps.

Trapped horses are then sold

or auctioned off to buyers

and never seen again.

Sometimes they end up as dog food,

sometimes things even worse

I don't want to think about.

If you're right

and that stallion is out there,

every bootjack, scurvy, low-life one of

them will swoop down here after him.

Is he worth that much?

More.

That stallion

is the Holy Grail of wild horses,

the last of the wild stallions

to join up with them.

He is the legend.

And proof of that

is in your camera.

What's for supper?

You ain't staying, are you?

Maybe.

I don't remember inviting you.

You don't remember your own initials.

Everybody's a comedian around here.

You been a cook long?

Depends on what you consider long.

I consider years long.

Then I've been here two of them.

Alvin, Dallas and Ty came to help

Matty when her husband was killed.

What happened to him?

Truck rollover.

Never seen Matty so hurt.

I know how she feels.

- Your mom?

- Yeah.

- What happened to your mom?

- Cancer. Three years ago.

- I'm sorry.

- Me, too.

I think she's watching me

sometimes, you know?

It's like I can feel her just behind

my shoulder when I'm taking a picture.

- She taught you?

- Yeah.

You like the wild horses?

Yeah. I think they're like my mom...

kind of heavenly.

It's a good way to say it.

Maybe...

...your mom sends

the wild horses to show you.

- Show me what?

- What heaven's like.

Free...

...beautiful...

...everything fits like...

...it's supposed to.

Yeah.

Never thought of it that way.

I do.

Every day.

[Horses neigh]

Dallas... here's the film I took.

Can you take it to the drugstore

tomorrow to get it developed?

- Yeah, I'll take it. Throw it over there.

- Thanks.

So, what you doing?

Working.

CJ:
Fixing up stuff, huh?

Yeah.

Got to keep the tack

in working order on a ranch.

What's "tack"?

What you call the gear.

Saddles, the bridles, the leather stuff.

Why is it called "tack"?

'Cause that's what it's called.

You are

a fountain of knowledge, Alvin.

That he is.

Mr. Know-It-All.

Some people drink

at the fountain of knowledge

and others just gargle.

It's called "tack"

because that was the original name

for the horse harness,

bridle and saddle.

Hey, you two see anything

up at Starvation yesterday?

Yeah.

What?

A few mustangs,

and I got some pictures.

How many?

- Pictures or mustangs?

- TY:
Mustangs.

- HANNAH:
Oh, right.

- CJ:
Um... just a few.

HANNAH:
Has Matty always

tried to save the mustangs?

Yep. Only one who has.

That's why we work for her.

She cares.

How many people around here do?

Will you, uh, hand me that bridle?

That one over there.

It has the "W H" on it.

Thanks, CJ.

- This one?

- CJ:
Yeah.

- So, are they hard to fix?

- Nah.

That's 'cause he don't really fix 'em.

You don't even know which end

of the horse the bridle goes on.

Do too. The front end.

Which matches your back end.

Well, why don't you just, uh,

amuse yourself

with the flyswatter or something?

You girls want to go roping tomorrow?

- Rope what?

- Yeah.

- A sawhorse. You'll see.

- CJ:
A sawhorse.

- HANNAH:
Oh, cool.

- CJ:
Come on.

Let's go ride the horses.

- Okay.

- See you later.

See you, guys.

Alvin, you ever stopped to think

and then forget to start again?

You know what happens

to your laugh if you stand up?

I know what you two are trying to do,

and I ain't fallin' for it.

Okay. We can't fool you, can we?

Not hardly.

Hey, Dallas, did you, uh,

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