Will Penny Page #2

Blue!

- Don't forget the elk.

- Yeah.

Hey! Pig, pig, pig...

Is there a doctor

nearby? A man's hurt.

- Come in. Maybe I can help.

- No, thank you.

Isn't there a damn doctor close?

About a half day's fast ride

up the road. Town of... Alfred.

If you're bad enough to see a doctor,

time you get there

it's too late anyway.

- How bad's your friend

hurt? - Bad. He's gut-shot.

Belly-shot out here? He's

a dead man for certain.

He'll bleed to hell

before he gets to Alfred.

Hello. Name's Catron. Place is mine.

Got some good whisky inside.

Best to make him rest easy

while he waits for the end.

Anything he drinks, on the

house. Bury him out back.

I'll carve him a nice head-marker.

Twenty-five dollars sound about right?

You sound almighty

sure he's gonna die.

Sure, I'm sure. Best to face

these things so you can make plans.

Dutchy? How are you makin' out?

Oh, Will... It hurts like hell.

- We'll go on.

- Hey, Will...

Maybe he's right, what he said...

that I die before we get there.

No, hell...

We have waited a long time

for a drink of whisky, ja?

Here is the last place

before that town, and...

you know, maybe

I'll never get there.

Will... I'd like to

have a sure drink here.

Better than a maybe drink later on.

It couldn't hurt so much, one drink.

Come on!

Yes, sir! Planning means a man

don't get any unhappy surprises.

Take your friend. You know,

and he knows, he's gonna die.

You don't have to fight over

his goods. Take that coat,

for a coat like that, I'd

give a man five, six dollars.

- You...!

- Will!

Give us a bottle and three glasses.

Can you pay?

You got more guts than a

man could hang on a fence.

We can pay.

How's she taste?

Damned if I know. But it

sure burns a dollar's worth.

Good, ain't it?

Ma!

- Ma!

- HG, don't shout. I can hear you.

There's a man, he's hurt.

He's lying there in a wagon.

- Is he alive?

- Sure is.

He's cussing something awful, some

words I never even heard before.

You have to get to a

doctor, immediately.

Too late for a doctor. No...

I'm just a dying cowboy.

Well... There must

be something I can do.

If, maybe, you could...

hold my hand?

- Of course.

- You're an angel, lady.

- Tell me, how did it happen?

Wild Indians they was, lady.

Maybe... fifty.

My friends ran away and

left me to fight them off.

Why, the cowards! That's terrible!

Ja, that's right. Them bummers.

They wait until them

Indians is all finished,

then they come back,

and bring me here.

Here you go, Dutchy.

Thanks, Will.

Least I can do after you

killed all them Indians.

Are you one of the men, his

friends, who left him to the savages?

- We surely did.

- You call yourself a man?

You call yourself his friend

and then you do this to him.

If I were you, I'd never speak...

I would never speak to them again.

Ja. Maybe I won't.

I cannot comprehend behaviour

like yours, I simply can't.

It's easy to figure, ma'am.

We just ain't as brave as him.

Dutchy's... plumb brave.

Yes. And you leave

him to die in the cold.

At least bring him inside.

That won't help him, juggling

that bullet around in his innards.

Is that going to help him?

It may not put him back on his feet but

it won't put him in his grave either.

Is there anything more

I can do to help you?

No.

Hey, Will.

What he said, that... Schwein...

is he right, do you think?

- I will die?

- It happens to all of us, Dutchy.

No, Will. You know what I mean.

Is now my time?

We'll get you to that doctor.

I don't know, Dutchy.

How the hell do I know?

There's a lot I ain't

done yet. Cowboyin' around.

Hurts like hell.

- I'll get you another drink.

- Will?

I'm only 27 years old.

- Want part of the bet?

- What bet?

He bet 50 dollars Dutchy

don't make it to... Where's it?

- Alfred.

- Want some of that?

- All you got.

- Another 50!

- You got a bet.

- Let's drink on it, like gentlemen.

How do you know what gentlemen do?

Mr Bodine.

Mr Bodine, you promised to get us

to California before winter set in.

- That's what my husband paid you for.

- Yes, ma'am. He sure did.

As soon as you finish that plate,

we're leaving. Is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Let's have another bottle.

One of them St Louis ones.

- Mr Bodine!

- That'll be three dollars, ma'am.

Hurry up, HG.

Get your stockings.

Hold on.

- What do you think, Will?

- About what?

About Dutchy.

- You known him a long time?

- No.

- Why did you bet?

- Why did you?

We been working the same outfits,

three, four years running.

He's a good old boy.

And this ain't a good

way for him to go.

I'll tell you Blue, there

ain't no good way to go.

Let's drink up and get outta here.

- Sonny?

- Yes, sir?

- Where's the doctor?

- Doctor?

- They said you got a doctor here.

- Down the street. The barber's shop.

Where it says "Post Office".

Doctor? There's a man hurt out here.

How about it? He's bad shot.

Shot, hell. He's damn

near frozen to death.

He smells like a still. Did you

stop off on the way to celebrate?

Slow and easy. If you move too

fast, they might miss something.

Over there on the couch.

Better go home, John.

I'll finish you later.

If I want any help, I'll send

for you. You can go home now.

Mattie! I'll need you.

You must have taken your

own sweet time getting here.

This is my wife, Mrs Fraker.

I don't know their names.

If we straighten him out too

fast, he'll break, he's that cold.

Let's warm him up, and

then get his clothes off.

Why don't you boys go to the

hotel, get yourselves a bath?

Come back tomorrow morning.

Children. Dangerous children.

- But it's so early!

- Early, hell. The sun's up.

Oh. The sun's up.

Go along, now. I'll see you again.

Not if I see you first.

Will, are you really

that set on going?

I'd not care to winter here.

The way money goes, I'd

be sellin' my saddle.

But ridin' the grub line up here?

There's that Flatiron

spread Bigfoot spoke about.

If that don't work out, I

guess I'll head south. You?

I reckon I'll just

hang around a spell.

Maybe get a job bar-doggin'.

See how old Dutchy makes out.

Maybe we'll cut trails

some day, south of here.

Maybe so, Will.

Yeah. That's him, all right.

Ain't no way to forget him.

Not while he's alive, anyway.

- We sure as hell can fix that

in a hurry. - Not yet.

Plenty of time.

He ain't going nowhere

we can't find him.

And we're just gonna take

our own good time about it.

About carvin' him up.

You make 'im out, Alex?

- Somebody ridin' grub line, I suppose.

- That's a Flatiron horse.

- Ain't that Bright Eyes?

- Yeah, one of old Claude's string.

- Want to talk about this?

- I found him like that.

I guess he came off and wrapped up

the whole ball of wax, right there.

- Old Claude was a good horsebacker.

- Pretty forky.

If you say so. I

never had the pleasure.

What brings you up here?

- Are you the stud duck?

- That's right.

I just shoved a bunch from

Texas, put 'em on the train...

and went off the payroll.

- You're looking for a meal?

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