Track of the Cat Page #6

the shadow of his wings.

Curt, too, for all I know.

You never thought I read

the Good Book, did you?

Well, I do...

and not with the

tip of my finger, either.

"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord,"

David said.

And that's what I'm going to do,

make a joyful noise.

I will sing!

Ev'ry time I feel the spirit

Moving in my heart, I will pray

Hush up!

Ev'ry time I

Sacrilege...

you do.

One son dead...

maybe two.

The last one abandoning us...

and you sing.

What's that you say?

We're being abandoned...

that's what we are.

Harold's going to live in Aspen.

Don't listen to her, Harold.

If Curt ain't back by this afternoon...

somebody's got to build a fire...

to guide him home.

Let Joe Sam do it!

Oh, sure.

Joe Sam's so fond of Curt.

Then Dad will do it.

It's not up to Harold.

Of course.

Why didn't I think of that myself?

Dad will do it.

Ev'ry time I feel the spirit

Moving in my heart

Shut up!

Go.

You're free to go.

We're no concern of yours...

anymore.

If you don't go now, you never will.

You know that, don't you?

I could've gone once. I never did.

Look at me now.

If he had the courage, he'd tell you he

doesn't feel any different than Joe Sam.

Why don't you tell her

you don't want to build a fire?

But he will.

Come on, Joe Sam.

Thieving women.

Easy, boy.

Nothing will start a cat

quicker than running.

"When I have fears"

"When I have fears

that I may cease to be"

The only time any good ever came

of your mooning, boy.

Harold.

Harold?

Harold?

Do you have to answer?

What do you want?

Go put some more wood on the fire!

All right!

Harold?

Some bedspread...

The black-and-white one

we put around Arthur.

Wake up, Harold.

Darling, you were talking

in your sleep.

What did I say?

Nothing.

Your mother wants to see you.

She's worried about Curt.

I dreamed we were up in the valley...

you and Arthur and me.

It was beautiful.

Curt wasn't with us.

Then he was...

and everything changed.

Did you want me, Mother?

Sit down.

The fire's gone down.

You let it go down.

It's getting daybreak, Ma.

Getting breakfast all ready,

young woman? That's fine!

I can do with a good breakfast.

Where's Harold disappeared to?

Has he gone out looking for Curt?

I just keep wondering.

Seems like I ain't seen a thing

clear for what it really was.

Your pa didn't want

to come out here...

clear in the middle of no place.

Sometimes I think

it's worse for Grace.

A woman's meant

to have her man and children.

Without she's got them, she ain't

able to come to herself rightly.

Why doesn't he go if he's going?

His own brother out there,

lost God knows where.

He sleeps all night on the table

like some drunk in a backroom.

Curt's the only man in the lot.

I've done wrong.

Curt has to come home.

He can't die with my sin on his soul.

It was my doing.

Whatever he done...

he done to please me.

Don't worry, Ma.

I'll go out.

I'll find him.

"Behold, thou art fair, my love...

"behold, thou art fair...

"thou has doves' eyes within thy locks."

Please, Mr. Bridges, eat your breakfast

before it gets cold.

Not only can she cook,

she's a comfort to an aging heart.

She's the rose of Sharon.

It's daybreak.

I'd better get started.

Before it gets too late.

I thought I'd take a run up

Creek Canyon.

Maybe take a look up top.

- You'll get lost in all that snow.

- Take Joe Sam with you.

He can read signs where nobody else

would see a thing.

Now you take Joe Sam.

I'll rest easier in my soul.

And what do you think you'll find?

Well he's gonna find Curt

and bring him back.

You want him to find Curt,

don't you, Grace?

It's so peaceful here without him.

Things will be the same as always

when he gets back.

Yes, I want Harold to find him.

Of course, you do.

He's your born brother.

But now, you got to believe.

You got to believe

the same as I believe...

that Curt's out there somewhere...

or you won't half look.

You're the same as Dad...

only you use hope instead of whiskey.

He's been out there three days.

I been thinking pretty near all night.

I got a feeling...

he's alive.

He might have gone way back in.

The cat would head for the high

country with somebody after him.

Well now, don't you go looking

for that panther, Harold.

Don't get led on past sense.

Start back with enough daylight

to get you home.

If you ain't done no good by noon,

you head on back.

No good risking yourself, you hear?

Promise.

Panther not kill Curt.

Night...

dark...

Curt afraid.

He run.

What was he running from?

In him.

You want I go?

No.

Curt not kill.

You kill.

Him devil.

The black panther?

No.

Not black...

black panther.

Whole world.

Got good blanket...

for bed now.

You get married, huh?

Maybe. That's up to her.

She marry.

No more trouble.

You boss man, now.

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