Two Rode Together Page #5

I'll go and come when I please,

Mr. Clegg, and with whom I please.

Well, then you'll oblige me

by stepping aside.

Now, Yank...

...I know this ain't

what you call your armoury...

...and you got on your soldier suit

and all that...

...but I don't reckon hugging my gal

comes under the heading of duty.

I'm not your girl,

never have been nor will be.

Well, that remains to be solved.

Now, why don't you and me

just step out here a piece...

...and we'll get this thing started.

Get away, you stupid idiot.

- He shoved you, Greely.

- I know he shoved me.

I know he done it. I seen it.

- You fellas gonna fight?

- Yes, Mr. McCabe.

Let me hold your coat.

- Here, give me your coat.

- Much obliged.

What are we looking for?

Looking for a chip

for him to knock off my shoulder.

Well, here, try him.

Thank you.

- Hey, hey. I'll hold that.

- Thank you.

- Fight fair, Jim. Fight fair.

- McCabe, you keep quiet!

I'm telling you, just shut up!

That's all.

I dare you to knock that piece

of firewood off my shoulder.

Go on, Jim, knock that piece

of firewood off his shoulder.

- I'm handling this.

- You stop this and go on home!

Marty, you stay over there.

Everything is going...

- Knock that piece of firewood off!

- Stay out of this!

Why don't you two knotheads go on

back to camp...

...and wash up or something.

Come on, help me, Ortho! Get up!

Jim, you just ain't half trying.

Hey, Greely, I've got him!

I've got the scissors hold on him.

Ortho, it's me. You dumbbell!

Mr. McCabe! They're killing him!

- It's two against one.

- Two?

I thought there were four of them.

My leg!

- You dumbbell.

- Ma'am.

You're... You're obstructing my view.

Come on, Jim.

You're going great, Jim.

Foul. Jim.

Foul.

Sergeant Posey! Daddy!

They're killing Mr. Gary.

Choke him, Ortho! Choke him

till his eyeballs pop out.

Hey, that's my brother

you just poked.

I can't swim.

Come on, Greely.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

Really, it's nothing.

This hand is cut.

I've got to put ointment on it.

It's just a scratch.

Sir, it'd give me pleasure

to take those two tackies...

Forget it.

They've never been anything

but trouble since we started out.

Come on, Posey.

- What is it?

- Could be Comanche!

What is it?

Godless Comanches.

- I killed one.

- All right.

Mrs. McCandless!

Toby!

Mr. McCandless, that's your wife!

- Hey, wait a minute.

- Toby! It's my little boy!

That was the wind you heard,

that's all. Now, come on.

Come, baby! Come, Toby!

Toby, come to Mama!

- My baby!

- Relax.

Toby.

It was my baby. Oh, Marty, help me.

Help me. It's my little boy,

he's across the river. He needs me.

The Indians will get him!

He needs me! The Indians!

Clegg, if you and those two idiot sons

of yours cause any more trouble...

...l'm gonna have you

slapped in irons!

Hiya, Guth!

Pull up a chair,

have yourself some breakfast.

Had mine about an hour ago.

Little morning coffee?

There's one thing

we ought to get straight, though.

From now on, we take turns

doing the cooking.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, and there's one thing more

we ought to get straight.

From now on, we ride together.

Is that clear?

Well, it's your scalp.

Your scalp.

You're crazy fool enough to risk it

for $80 a month, that's your luck, huh.

But don't buck me, Jim.

Don't buck me. Don't interfere.

I'll do the talking,

I'll do the trading, not you.

Well, you sure do plenty of talking.

That's right.

Well, you make lousy coffee,

I'll tell you that for sure.

You...?

You talk good Comanche, huh?

I do all right, don't worry.

Well, you better start talking.

Remember now, I'll do the talking.

Quanah Parker.

You know me.

Quanah.

Quanah, this is my partner here.

This is Jim Gary.

He's from up north, Montana way.

He's good friend.

Brain, big brain.

Lie.

Soldier. I see him before.

Well, you got a good memory.

Yeah, I was with Major Frazer last year

when you signed the peace treaty.

Now you break treaty.

You come here.

No, no. No, I'm not in uniform.

You see, my coming here

has nothing to do with the Army.

We're here to trade.

- Yeah.

- Show him, McCabe.

You're still giving the orders?

Quanah, I'd like to talk

a little business with you.

We've got two pack horses here,

first-class, pretty merchandise.

- Oh, you.

- Oh, you.

Give me the white men.

I give the orders, not you.

We'll see who gives the orders.

Take them to a lodge.

You would have to come along.

Why didn't you tell me you'd met

Quanah Parker before?

There must have been

50 other officers at that parley.

He never even looked in my direction.

- Not much.

- No, he didn't.

Hey, who was the skinhead out there,

the troublemaker?

Stone Calf.

He's head of the Buffalo Shields.

They're some kind of a

warrior society.

Just for your information,

he claimed our scalps...

...for crossing the treaty lines.

Put your trust in the Lord,

young man.

- That's what I did.

- Who are you?

Now? Nakotah's woman.

My real name is Hannah.

Hannah Clegg.

I had a husband once.

And two sons.

Greely and Ortho.

Yes!

Do you know? You know my boys?

We... We sure do.

They're... They're fine boys.

Both of them.

They're full-grown men now.

They've come back

with their father to look for you.

Oh, no.

No. They must never do that.

- Why?

- They must never find me. Never.

You'd rather be listed as dead?

I am dead.

Ma'am, are there any other

white prisoners in camp?

Running Wolf.

And the girl, Wah-kay-nah.

She has two young'uns.

No others?

Mostly dead.

Some sold off in Mexico.

- Oh, I gotta go now. I gotta go.

- Mrs. Clegg.

I'm sorry.

Stone Calf's woman.

Stone Calf's woman, she's white.

But don't tell them about me.

No, please, don't tell them.

Well, I see you've been taking a look

at our merchandise.

It is many years since I trade

for glass beads and red flannel.

What do you want for these, McCabe?

Well, just before we start the trading...

...l'd like you to know that I don't enjoy

being treated like a prisoner.

I came here of my own free will,

and I want your promise...

...that we can leave the same way,

all in one piece.

Now, of course, if Stone Calf's

the new head man around here...

...maybe I ought to be talking to him.

Stone Calf.

He still says words over buffalo shield

to turn away bullets.

But we know different, don't we?

All right.

Now that brings up

an interesting question.

I understand he has a white wife.

Is that right?

One of the captives?

As a matter of fact, Quanah, this...

That's the reason we're here.

We want to buy back some captives.

We want to buy back a boy

named Running Wolf.

Want a girl named...

What was the name of that girl?

- Wah-kay-nah.

- Wah-kay-nah.

We also want to buy back

Stone Calf's woman.

Handles real nice, doesn't it?

I imagine a repeater like that

would come in mighty handy...

...if you ever had to have a showdown

with a troublemaker like Stone Calf.

You think it over.

Think it over, Quanah.

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