True Grit Page #9

He does - even a blow to the head could silence

him for only a few short minutes.

Where are you bit?

Look away, now.

I have her!

Up with us!

Worked Mr. LeBoeuf! Take her.

Snakebit.

We're off.

I'll send help for you as soon as I can.

Don't wander off.

We are not leaving him!

I must get you to a doctor, sis,

or you are not going to make it.

I am in your debt for that shot, pard.

Never doubt the Texas Ranger.

Come on.

. . . Ever shtalwart!

We must stop.

Little Blackie is played out.

We've miles yet.

Come on you.

NO!

No.

That's it, come on now.

No, stop.

He's getting away.

Who's getting, sis?

Chaney.

No.. NO!

NO, no, no.

Oh, no.

No, stop.

I've grown old.

(Grown up Mattie)

A quarter century is a long time.

By the time we reached Baglee's store,

my hand had turned black.

I was not awake when I lost the arm.

The Marshal had stayed with me, I was told.

'til I was out of danger.

But he departed before I came around.

Once home. I wrote him with an invitation,

to come by, the next time he found

himself near Yell county.

And collect the $50 I still owed him.

I did not hear back from Marshal Cogburn.

And he did not appear.

Then one day I received a note from

the Marshal, with a flyer enclosed.

He said he was traveling with the Wild West show.

Getting older and fatter.

But I like to come visit him when the show

came to Memphis, and swap stories

with an old trail mate.

He would understand if the journey was to long.

Brief tho his note was.

It was rife with misspellings.

Yesum?

I am Cole Younger.

This is Mr James.

It grieves me to tell you that you have missed Rooster.

He passed away three days ago.

When the show was at Jonesboro Arkansas.

Buried him there at a Confederate cemetery.

Ruben had a complaint what he referred to as,

Night hawks.

And I believe the warm weather was to much for him.

We had some lively times.

What was the nature of your acquaintance?

I knew the Marshal long ago.

We too had, lively times.

Thank you, Mr Younger.

Keep your seat, trash.

I had the body removed to our plot and

I had visited it over the years.

No doubt people talked about that.

They say, "Well, she hardly knew the man".

"Isn't she a cranky old maid".

It is true, I have not married.

I never had time to fool with it.

I heard nothing more of the Texas

officer, La Boeuf.

If he is yet alive. I would be pleased

to hear from him.

I judge he would be in his seventies now.

And near eighty in seventy.

I expect some of the starch has gone

out of that cowlick.

Time just gets away from us.

#What a fellowship, what a joy divine,#

#Leaning on the everlasting arms.#

#What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,#

#Leaning on the everlasting arms.#

#Leaning, leaning,#

#safe and secure from all alarms.#

#Leaning, leaning,#

#leaning on the everlasting arms.#

#Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,#

#Leaning on the everlasting arms#

#Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,#

#Leaning on the everlasting arms.#

#Leaning, leaning,#

#safe and secure from all alarms.#

#Leaning, leaning,#

#I'm leaning on the everlasting arms.#

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