Whispering Smith Page #3

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Mac? By the time he got on a

horse, Barton'd die of old age.

Oh, Mr. McCloud!

Mr. McCloud, I'd like you to meet

Luke Smith. So you're the great Smith.

I don't know about that. Glad

to hear it was nothing serious.

Well, thanks.

Heard a lot about you, Smith.

All of it good, I hope.

Good?

Well, according to President

Bucks, you're practically a legend.

He just sent me a wire. He seemed pretty happy

about the way you handled the Barton business.

You can tell him the score on the

Bartons is still two down and one to go.

I certainly will.

Luke.!

- Luke!

- I'll be seeing you.

Well, well. How's my boy?

Hello, Emmy.

Ohh.

Oh, Luke, it seems

you're always in trouble.

One of these days, you're

gonna... Don't worry about me.

The important thing is how are

you? Oh, I'm fine, Luke, just fine.

And still got her looks, huh,

Smitty, even if she is falling apart.

Falling apart? You, with your store

teeth and your hair coming out.

Say, Emmy, if you've got a horse, I could eat

half of it. Supper'll be right on the table.

The sooner, the better, on account

of tonight, I gotta see a man...

about a dog.

Put him away, Seagrue.

Say, I was down the south meadow.

We'd better get those cattle out of there tomorrow

Take care of it first thing in the morning.

Hi there, honey!

Mm.

Oh, Murray,

won't you ever grow up?

If you'll call Luke now, we'll

eat. Luke's gone into town.

What for? He had some crazy

idea he could nail Barton.

Barton?

Mm-hmm.

Murray, he's in no condition to do that.

That's what I told him, but you know Smitty.

But Barton's dangerous.

He's a killer.

Oh, Murray, why did you let him go? Why?

Anybody'd think Smitty was still in knee britches.

Well, I wouldn't worry about him

if he was all right.

Murray, if anything should happen to

him, we'd never forgive ourselves, never.

All right, honey. If that's the way you

feel about it, I'll drive you into town.

And if you can talk him out of it,

I'll buy you a new hat.

Howdy, Mr. Rebstock. What'll it be? Oh,

I'll take a little of that special...

I thought I told you

to stay out of town.

So you did.

So I'm in town.

So what about it?

So you'll be picked up,

that's what.

Picked up?

I'm getting out of here.

Did you hear him, Whitey?

He's getting out of here.

Where'd you think

you'd be going, son?

There's lots of states

in the Union, ain't there?

Son, you can hit the trail from here

to China, and every mile of the way,

Whispering Smith'll be breathing

down the back of your neck.

Smith?

Yes.

The guy that as long as you

live'll be keeping you on the jump.

Hiding out in back rooms. Afraid to walk

up to a bar and take your liquor like a man.

Yeah. Smith.

Maybe Blake likes to run.

Who's running'?

You are.

And that's something I've gotta see. A growed-up

running from the guy that killed his two brothers.

Why, if you had the guts of a

grasshopper, son, you'd call Smith's hand.

You're better off dead than

sweating every time a door opens.

And it's gonna open

pretty soon now,

because Smith's on his way

over here.

Where ya goin', son?

Outside.

Me and Smith are gonna

need plenty of elbow room.

Say, Blake...

What?

If you need any help...

You wait out here.

Smitty, why don't you listen to

reason? You wanna help me, don't you?

You know I do. You stay out

here and keep your eyes open.

Well, well. So here you

are. Sit you down, son.

Sit down.

Well, you see, Whitey and

me's all ready for you.

There we are.

Now then, son,

just what's on your mind?

Any favour me and Whitey

can do for ya'll be a real pleasure.

- Won't it, Whitey?

- Rebstock, I'll not waste your time,

and I'll thank you

not to waste mine.

You've got Blake Barton.

I want him.

Well, that's just fine, son,

just fine and dandy.

And how would you like him wrapped up...

fancy-like, with pink ribbons, or just plain?

Don't be a clown, Rebstock.

- Ain't you got enough troubles?

- Yeah. You want part of 'em?

Keep your hands on that table, or I'll blast you

out of the chair. Now, boys, boys, boys. Listen.

Listen, son. You got me all wrong. If we had

Barton, it'd be a pleasure to turn him in.

I know enough polecats

without hiding out one of his stripe.

No, sir. You certainly

have got me all wrong.

I'll tell you what I'll do, Rebstock.

I'll give you 48 hours

to run Barton out of Williams Canyon.

If you don't,

I'm coming in after him.

And that might not

be too good for you.

Give me three cards.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Doc.

Smitty, just saw him walking' down the

track... looked like Barton. Don't look.

Get under cover.

Smitty.

You heard me.

I said get under cover.

Good night, Doc.

Hey, come on! This way!

You got him.! Good boy.!

Nice goin', Mr. Smith.

I heard the shooting', and l... Yeah, we

know. So you stopped to shine up your badge.

Take over, Sheriff. I

certainly will, Mr. Smith.

And don't fall

down no gopher holes.

What's the matter, Du Sang?

Are you losing your touch?

Quit worrying', Marian.

Quit worrying'.

Did you see them?

That's Rebstock and Du Sang.

Aw, stop acting like

you were his nurse or somethin'.

Hi there.

Luke! Luke!

Luke. Why, Marian, what's the matter?

Oh, I was so afraid. I was so worried

that... There's nothing to worry about.

I'm all right.

See? I'm all in one piece.

Hiya, Smitty.

So long, Luke.

Oh, where have you been

Billy boy, Billy boy

Oh, where have you been

charming Billy

I have been to seek a wife

She's the darling of my life

She's a young thing

And cannot leave her mother

- Emmy, what's the time? - It's an hour

past breakfast, that's what time it is.

He could stay

in bed all day.

Can she bake a cherry pie

Billy boy, Billy boy

Can she bake a cherry pie

charming Billy

She can bake a cherry pie

quick as cat can wink its eye

She's a young thing

And cannot leave her mother

You shouldn't have bothered, Emmy. I've

gotta make the most of ya while I got ya.

Ohh, bless you.

Drink your coffee

before it gets cold.

Good morning, Doc.

Emmy.

Hello, Doc.

How are you, Smitty?

Hello, Baggs.

How's that flipper coming along?

Oh, good as new, thanks.

Fine. Fine.

You know, that's four slugs I've dug

out of him. Sort of saving them up.

Bobby, shake hands with Mr.

Smith. Bobby's my grandson.

He's been batching with me out at the

ranch a spell. Oh. Glad to meet you, Bobby.

Say, are you Whispering Smith?

That's what they tell me.

Aw, gee.

Is this your dog?

Yeah. That's Holy Moses.

Hmm. What's he got in his mouth?

Huh? Well.

You oughta take a lesson

from your dog, learn to save your money.

Smitty, we've gotta be

running along. All right, Doc.

So long, Luke.

Bye, Baggs.

Take it easy, boy.

Good-bye, Bobby.

Bye, Mr. Smith.

Come on, Bobby.

We'll try again later.

Hiya, boy.

Good morning, Bill.

You still thinking' about

leaving town today? I think so.

Oh, Bill?

Yeah?

Before I go, there's something I've

been meaning to ask you. What is it?

It isn't easy. It's...

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