Three Violent People Page #6

and breathing out sanctimonious fire.

- I'm being biblical.

- Don't.

Not a lot of money.

Not in the grand manner at all.

In two days' time,

I could rustle up a dozen horse herders.

In nine days, we could have

the horse herd at Sedalia.

That would be a lot of money, Lorna.

If you wanna be unnecessarily

reasonable about the matter...

we do have a claim of sorts

on the assets of Bar S.

I'd give the world for

One tender moment

Un momento

Back in your arms

You sing very beautiful, Asuncion.

Luis, it is your turn

to night herd the strays.

Captain, it would delight me

if I might ride the stud...

with the flax mane and tail.

- Sure.

- I would like to ride him to Tres Rios.

The mouth of Lupe would fall open

at the sight.

You go to Tres Rios?

Donkey head,

Lupe's papa would kill you.

Lupe's mama would kill you.

Casanova, Lupe's brothers

would kill you.

- Lupe's lover would kill you.

- Lupe's husband would kill you.

Do you look the ridiculous one,

fleeing from Tres Rios.

Perhaps I appeared ridiculous.

I was in love.

Or I thought I was in love.

- The big lover.

- He was in love.

Leave the little one alone.

If you think you're in love,

it's the same thing as to be in love.

- No, Papa?

- No, it's not the same.

If you were really in love...

this would be to the other

as gold to lead...

as fine wine to muddy water...

as mountain air to the stench of stables.

When true love comes,

a man has more strength.

His eyes are clearer

and he can see farther away.

And instead of time passing fast...

it stands still.

That, muchachos,

is a moment of ecstasy.

That is true love.

All right, muchachos,

we are through hunting horses.

Now we saddle up and ride home.

Both gone.

Maria told me.

Two days ago.

With the horses and many riders.

That south wind always brings

the smell of the sage.

It smells good.

She carries your child with her.

My...

We'll need fresh horses.

Is it not better to wait for the first light

of the sun and kill them all from here?

Why take a chance?

After all,

they're nothing but horse thieves.

Only two horse thieves.

The rest are just out-of-work waddies

Cinch picked up.

- We wouldn't wanna kill them.

- No, not unless we have to.

We won't. It'll work.

We'll wait till the crack of dawn...

when they're still getting the sleep

out of their eyes and saddling up.

Then we move in

and pick up the night herders.

Right now,

we'd better get some sleep ourselves.

Asuncion, you take the first watch?

Wake me in an hour.

- Could I have another cup of coffee?

- Yes, ma'am.

The lady would like

another cup of coffee.

Rafael.

Take the seora back to the Bar S.

- I'm not going back.

- If you have to tie her to the seat.

Why don't you try it, then?

- Give me those.

- No, please, seora.

I must do as I am ordered.

All right.

Nothing's changed, has it?

Five years, and I'm still saying,

"You just can't hit your brother.

"He's your brother,

and he's only got one arm.

"You just can't hit your brother.

He's only got one arm."

Spoken like a Saunders.

If you ever set foot on Bar S again,

I'll kill you.

I'll take that.

You think you can keep me here

against my will?

You're dead right I do.

- If I had a gun...

- You haven't.

But don't worry.

When I order music,

I always pay the piper...

whether I like the tune or not.

That band of horses is worth

about $30,000. They're yours.

As soon as the baby can be turned over

to a nurse, you can leave...

with the horses.

You can't make that much money

in that length of time...

in any occupation you're trained for.

Is it a deal?

It's a deal.

It's the best deal I ever heard of.

Because, you see,

a baby can't help who its father was.

But someday I might look

at the poor little thing...

and remember its name was Saunders.

It would be dreadful to hate a baby.

So we have a bargain.

I sell the baby for the money, right?

Sure.

The baby is here already.

I see I am too late.

I came as soon as

your rider got to my place.

- Got any goose grease?

- Goose grease? The oil of the olive.

Do you want this angel

to smell like a goose?

It doesn't matter. Whichever.

There.

He's a cute little fellow.

Looks just like you.

Un momentito, hombre, just a moment.

A son has been born.

We must make a toast

with a little poetry before we drink.

- Salute to...

- I've been up all night.

I need the drink, not the poetry.

No toast.

The insult is unnecessary, amigo.

A man must do what he must do.

Sure.

And he will act properly, if he's a man.

But not all males are men.

You were greased in that room.

We drank to a male child.

I regret that it took me 30 years

to learn I made a mistake.

She's fine, Colt.

To the happy parents.

How do you feel now, Mrs. Saunders?

That's a mighty fine boy.

You'd better take him, Maria.

Thirty years...

is a lifetime, amigo.

My lifetime.

This is something you're not part of.

I'll say it again:

A man must do what he must do.

I have been thinking about Mexico lately.

After I take the seora

to the stagecoach...

I will go on from there.

I will take my sons with me...

and go to Mexico.

You can find yourself

another gran vaquero.

Hey, Commissioner.

That one-armed Saunders, the one

the brother run out of the country...

just rode up.

Odd, him coming here.

We heard your brother run you off.

Well, Saunders, I must say

I'm surprised at seeing you here.

- You remember Cable, don't you?

- Yes, I do.

I remember my first sight

of Mr. Cable at Bar S...

with his gun slung real low.

Funny thing, all the show-offs

who wanna think they're gun-slingers...

carry their guns like that.

Hello, Cable.

You don't mind going outside, do you?

I wanna talk to your boss.

You can wait on the porch.

Excuse us, Cable.

And now, Mr. Saunders, your business.

Daybreak, and the coyotes are getting

ready to scurry back to their holes.

Your provisional government's

collapsing, huh? And you're running.

Without stealing the biggest plum

on the tree:

- Bar S.

- Your business, Mr. Saunders?

In Texas, it's customary

to offer a man a drink...

when he's ridden 200 miles to see you.

And you'd better learn

Texas manners, Harrison.

If we're going to be partners, that is.

Possession is nine points of the law,

they say.

If you were on Bar S, it would be hard,

maybe even impossible, to put you off.

Especially if you and I were partners.

And if Colt Saunders were dead.

May I offer you a drink?

When you hear three shots,

you'll know it's worked.

Supposing he kills you on sight?

Then I'll be dead, and you can

scuttle away to some saloon...

where you can tell the dance hall girls

what a desperate man you are...

with your gun slung way down,

almost to your knees.

Three quick shots. Good luck.

I sure ain't looking forward to

being partners with that Reb.

Don't.

Both brothers go.

- But afterward, somebody might...

- We'll have to take care of that, too.

Any witnesses could cause trouble

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