Two Rode Together Page #7

Mr. Purcell, but certainly possible.

Hearing nothing

but Comanche for 10 years.

Living like one.

Getting to think like one.

Yes, I've known cases.

- Please, Mr...

- Stand him up.

- Get up there, Injun!

- Watch it! Watch it!

Well, anyone here

want to claim him?

Oh, no. Not me.

You couldn't pay me

to take in a mad dog like that.

I say we've come

on a fool's errand, all of us.

Let the dead past bury its dead.

Let's go back home where we belong.

You sure you didn't see my Freda?

She was 9 year old.

Blue eyes, gold hair...

No. No, Mr. Knudsen,

I told you, I didn't see her.

I say we should go back home

where we belong.

I agree with Mr. Wringle.

I've thought so

for a long time, Marty.

If this unfortunate boy is an example

of what we can expect...

...then I say we're too late.

Major, give him his freedom.

Send him back

to the only life he knows.

Why, no.

Why, no, you can't send him back.

That's my boy.

Why, Marty,

you know that's my Toby.

William, tell them that's our Toby.

Oh, William, don't let them

send him away!

- Don't let them send him away!

- Relax now. They won't send him away.

- Toby!

- Mrs. McCandless, please.

- Marty, that's my Toby!

- Easy, lad.

I'll take the boy, sir,

since no one else wants him.

Do you really think he might be

your son, McCandless?

Between the two of us, no, sir.

But if you ask me again

I'll swear on the Bible he is.

Major, my Mary ain't ever gonna

know what's real and what ain't.

But if I can give her

comfort in a lie...

...l'm sure God won't kick me

out of heaven for it.

So with your consent, sir...

...l'll take our Toby

and do the best I can for him.

Well, you're taking on

a serious responsibility...

...and a dangerous one.

But he's yours.

Good luck to you.

Mrs. Frazer, ma'am!

Mrs. Frazer, on the double, please!

You, you're supposed to be dead.

I'm sorry, Slim. I didn't quite make it.

Come on. Come on.

Mrs. Frazer.

Marshal McCabe,

we thought you...

Yes, yes, I already heard about that.

I wonder, ma'am,

if you'd take care of her.

Her name's Elena.

Elena de la Madriaga.

You're very welcome, my dear.

Thank you, ma'am.

You are not going to leave?

No, I wouldn't...

No, I'm not gonna leave.

You go on there.

Come on, marshal,

this will be a pleasure.

Evening, ma'am.

Evening.

How are you?

Hi, Reverend.

Ortho. Greely.

What's the matter with them?

Well, I'll be damned.

Hi, Jim.

Should've stuck around.

Missed the excitement.

- Yeah, I must've.

- Yeah.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute. Wait.

Hold on. Now this kid's supposed

to belong to Henry J. Wringle.

- Oh, and just who says so?

- I do.

I wouldn't take him

if you'd pay me 1000 dollars.

Now, wait a minute, Henry.

You and me made a deal...

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't know what I'm talking about?

Maybe the major

wants to know what...

The major would, McCabe,

but the matter's been settled.

The boy's been identified

and claimed by the McCandlesses.

- Well, I'll just straighten you up.

- This is my boy.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Wait a minute, what...?

Jim, I told you that Henry J. Wringle

was supposed to get that kid.

Yeah, well, you heard Henry J.

He wouldn't take him as a gift.

- The matter's been settled, McCabe.

- Oh, you keep out of it.

You can't address me

in those terms, sir.

What do you mean I can't?

Just because you got that Yankee

soldier suit on, don't... Don't try and...

- You got no authority over me!

- That's where you're mistaken.

You're still on the Army payroll.

At $80 a month, Guth, remember?

- All right, I quit, I resign. I quit.

- No, you don't. No, you don't.

- Sure. Why...?

- Mr. Gary...

...put him under house arrest,

till we can talk this over.

Yes, sir.

Hey, now, wait a...

Now, you listen to me...

No, you listen to me for a change.

Now, you coming along peaceably,

or do I have to get rough?

Jim!

You see, McCabe,

I don't bluff easy either.

Now, don't make me prove it.

- I've heard of the old Army...

- Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

- Remove the body.

- Marshal, this time I'll buy the beer.

- Jim!

Jim, don't... You gonna let them

take me to jail?

Evening, Marty.

Looks like you're about ready.

When do you expect to pull out?

Sunup.

So much left to pack, I don't know

where we're gonna put it all.

Well...

I haven't seen one of these things

in years.

It was my brother's.

He wouldn't go to sleep without it.

In a way, I guess, it's become

the voice of my conscience.

He meant so much to my father.

Everything was Steve.

Talk of him going to college and

becoming a lawyer too.

I was jealous of him,

I know that now.

I used to pray to be

changed into a boy.

Times I still do.

Climb trees, throw rocks, go fishing.

Is that why you wear these clothes?

Won't go to dances?

Maybe.

There's a dance tonight at the post.

Bachelor officer's hop.

I'm a bachelor, you know?

Another thing

you ought to know is that...

How did you know?

Well, I...

I asked.

Come here.

Now, another thing you ought

to know about... Oh, excuse me.

Another thing you ought to know

about me is I like the Army.

I just wouldn't be happy

anywhere else.

Oh, I know the pay isn't much.

Won't buy diamond earrings...

...and fancy dresses, stuff like that.

And it can be a lonely life

for a woman.

But it can be a good life too.

Are you proposing to me,

Lieutenant Gary?

No! No, I was just asking you to go

to the dance with me tonight.

And as far as proposing,

I was gonna get around to that later.

I'll call for you at 8, Marty.

I haven't said I accept!

I didn't promise you a thing,

Jim Gary!

Come in.

The prisoner,

present and accounted for.

Good evening.

Care for a glass of sherry?

- No, sir, I might take...

- That'll be all, sergeant.

Yes, sir.

No, I would not care

for a glass of sherry.

I would care for a glass of whiskey,

a tall glass of whiskey.

I've never liked you, Mr. McCabe.

Well, now you surprise me.

However, I will concede...

...that you have done me

and the Army a great service.

We can come to terms

with Quanah Parker...

...but there was no reasoning

with hotheads like Stone Calf.

His death was most timely.

Well, to your prompt return

to Tascosa.

What's that mean?

I'm not under arrest?

Here are your discharge papers,

Mr. McCabe.

With some reluctance, I have

granted you an honourable discharge...

...and $40 for your services.

- Well, you said it was $80 a month.

- Two weeks makes 40.

I shelled out more than that

for the trade goods.

Yes, and for rifles.

Too bad. Looks like you made

a bad investment.

Well, here.

- What was that for, sir?

- That's for the drink.

Oh, you don't even store

honest whiskey.

Guthrie.

- She wants to speak...

- Guthrie?

- Will you go in, please?

- Yeah, that's my name.

Why does she want to speak to him?

Oh, of all the stupid,

tactless people I've ever...

- Well, I still want to know...

- Oh, shut up!

Guthrie?

What is it now?

These people.

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