Whispering Smith Page #2

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I'm shortening it. Ho, ho,

ho. You see that, Smitty?

You haven't been here five minutes, and

already, she's wanting to show off her legs.

Murray, please!

- All set, Murray?

- Yeah. I'll be right with you.

Where you goin'? Into town. I'm three

days late with my report on that wreck.

Old shiny pants'll be bawling'

like a stuck calf. "Shiny pants"?

Yeah. The new division superintendent,

George McCloud. You know him? No.

He's a college guy. Got a little book

called How to Run a Railroad. Bye.

Take good care of him,

Marian.

What's the trouble, boys? It's that sheepherder,

Rostro. He's back up in the North Flats again.

Yes, and them stinking', woolly maggots has grazed

off better than a half section of good cow feed.

- What did you do about it?

- Nothing'. We...

Nothing'? Why, you dumb beef heads,

what do you think I'm paying you for?

Go on. Get back up there. Take the dogs and

run those blasted sheep clear into the river.

But, Murray, the North Flats don't

belong to us. That's government range.

- Rostro has as much right to graze there...

- You keep out of this, will ya?

The trouble with Marian, she been mixing in things

that are none of her business and I'm stopping her

Go on! Get goin'!

Don't feel badly, Marian.

He didn't mean it.

You know, sheep'll

make any good cattleman edgy.

Thank you, Joe. Cigars in

the back. Thanks, Murray.

Hi, Murray.

Hello, Bob.

Hello, Murray.

Hey, George.

Hi there. Hiya, Chief.

What's been keeping ya?

Hello, Murray. How's Smitty?

Doing fine. Just his arm was nicked.

- The doc said it was mostly exhaustion.

- Oh, that's great.

- Why don't you drive back with me and see for

yourself? - That's a deal.

- Is all that equipment back from Frenchman's

Flats? - Just checking in now.

Good. Hey, out in the buckboard,

fellas, there's a whole mess of cigars.

The crate's a bit mashed,

but the smokes are fine. Help yourself.

Thanks a lot, Chief.

Thanks, Murray. Thanks.

Don't thank me. Thank the

insurance company. Hey,

you'd better get your report in

to McCloud.

- He's been yelling his head off.

- Let him yell.

- Good morning. - Well, come on in, McCloud.

Save me a trip to your office.

I suppose you want that report.

Yes.

As a matter of fact, I was rather

expecting it day before yesterday.

Oh, you did? Well, I've

had a sick man on my hands.

Smith. Yes, I know.

Here it is. And it's all there,

unless you'd like it in violet ink.

No, Sinclair. All I'm

interested in is its accuracy.

And hereafter, I shall expect these

reports immediately you come off a wreck.

Get your hat and coat

and let's go.

Rebstock, huh?

Yeah.

Four-X. That's his brand.

Hello, Barney! Hi, Whitey!

Well, hello, Murray.

If this ain't something, huh?

And old Bill Dansing.

How're ya, Bill?

Hello, Rebstock.

You remember Whitey Du Sang.

Yeah. I know him.

- You going to town?

- Oh, just shipping another bunch of cattle.

Say, what's this I hear about Whispering

Smith? Got himself shot up or something, huh?

Yeah.

Pretty bad, huh?

No, no, no, no.

Nothing at all.

Oh, uh.

Well, I'll be seeing ya.

Say, why don't you take a ride out to

Williams Canyon some night for a hand of poker?

Been a long time since me and the

boys seen any of that railroad money.

Yeah, I'll do that, Barney.

Well, so long. So long, Whitey.

Giddyap.

Fine.

What's the matter with you, Bill?

I don't like your friends, Murray...

Rebstock, Du Sang.

I know that Whitey. He's as

cruel as a soft-nosed bullet.

He'd shoot a dying man

just to see him squirm.

He's a beauty.

Did Murray raise him?

No. He's a present from

Barney Rebstock. Rebstock?

You remember him.

Yeah. I remember him.

Quite a spread Murray has

here. He's very proud of it.

I'll bet he is.

Luke?

Yes?

It's just a woman's curiosity,

but why haven't you ever married?

Well, I never thought

I had enough to offer,

at least to one girl

I had in mind.

Then you did

have someone in mind?

Yes. l... I had someone

in mind, all right.

Was she attractive?

I thought so.

Then you never got around to

asking her... to marry you, I mean.

No, I never did.

Do you think

that was fair to the girl?

Maybe she was just waiting

for you to ask her.

Why didn't you let her decide,

Luke?

Why didn't you?

Well, don't blame the girl

too much, Luke.

You can't blame her.

The years pass so quickly.

I know.

Well, there's nothing

can be done about it now.

No.

Hiya, Hank. Hello, Smitty!

Am I glad to see you.

Hello, Bill. How are you?

Got yourself another touch

of lead poisoning, huh?

Sure look good on you,

though. You certainly do.

How's Emmy?

Oh, Emmy's just fine.

Said for me to tell you your old

room's all ready and waiting'.

Ah. Having you two kids together

again, I could spit nickels.

Go ahead, Bill. Here, Smitty.

Here's a present for you.

And always carry it in your shirt

pocket. Oh, well, thanks, Murray.

Well, look at this.

Ready, boys?

Let's go.

Acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should auld acquaintance

be forgot

In the days

of auld lang syne

Met a friend of yours coming

out, Smitty. Barney Rebstock.

Uh, Barney heard you'd been

shot up. He asked after you.

Yeah. He seemed mighty disappointed

when he heard you wasn't buried yet.

Was he headed for town?

Shipping a bunch of steers.

I'll drive back to town

with ya, Bill. What for?

A word with Rebstock.

Why don't you keep your big

mouth shut? Yeah, why don't I?

Now, wait a minute, Smitty. What's the

rush to see Rebstock? I want Barton.

What? Are you crazy? You think he's got

Barton in his hat or somethin'? Yeah.

Why? I got a hunch he's got

Barton holed up in Williams Canyon.

Come on, Bill. Now, look, Smitty.

Let me handle this, will ya?

If your hunch is right, maybe I can

persuade Rebstock to turn Barton in.

What are you mixing in this for?

Well, you're certainly in no shape to.

Any other reason?

I don't want any trouble

with Rebstock.

Since when has a man like Rebstock, a thief

and a cattle rustler, meant anything to you?

If a man's railroading or in the cattle business,

he's gotta be friendly with his neighbours.

All right, Murray. Take it

easy. This is my job, remember?

This is what Bucks

pays me for.

- Good-bye, Murray. Tell Marian thanks

for everything. - Yeah. I sure will.

Well, hello, Smith.

Hello there.

Hopping around again, huh? Well, I'm

certainly happy it's nothing serious.

- I'd like a word with you, Rebstock. - It'd be a

real pleasure, son, but I'm a little busy now.

I wanna get the cattle loaded before...

All right. When?

Well, how 'bout Pete's

right after supper?

I'd esteem it a privilege to

buy you a drink. I'll be there.

Fine. Come on.

I don't like it, Smitty.

I don't like any part of it.

That Whitey. Did you see his eyes?

They were cutting your liver out.

I'm telling ya, Smitty, you're walking

right into it. You, with only one arm.

Aw, take it easy, Bill. Sweet suffering

Moses, boy, why don't you get the sheriff?

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