Yellow Sky Page #2

him right at her feet eatin' dust.

What do you reckon a girl like her's

doin' anyway livin' in a town like this?

The old man's

a prospector, most likely.

A little loony. Lots of old-timers

like him all through these hills.

- Yeah, but her?

- Somebody's got to look after the old fool.

Hmm. Look!

Kinda cute-lookin', ain't she?

Right nice swing to them hips too.

Yeah. And when she tucks in that shirt-

Better let me help you

with that bucket, ma'am.

- Looks heavy.

- I can manage.

Just the same, ma'am, somebody oughta help

you carry that bucket up to the house.

Well, now wait a minute, lady.

You don't mean you'd shoot

a big, handsome fellow like me?

[Laughs]

If you got to shoot somebody...

why, pick on Half Pint or Walrus.

They don't amount to nothin'nohow.

I've told you once.

Well, as long as I'm goin'

your way anyhow-

[Stretch] You heard what she said.

Sit down.

- But I was just-

- Shut up.

- I got a right to-

- Shut up!

You gotta hit some people

in the head with an ax.

Now, listen, all of you. I'm figurin' on

layin' up here for three or four days...

till the horses get their legs back,

and I don't want any unnecessary trouble.

- Stay away from those people.

- Listen. You ain't-

Yes, I am. I ain't talkin'

just to hear my own voice.

I'm ordering you.

If I catch any of you messin' around

that house, somebody's gonna get hurt.

- Is that clear?

- That include you too?

That includes everybody.

There's an old saloon

down at the other end of the town.

We'll bunk in it.

Gets kinda cold around here at night.

[Snoring]

- Where you goin'?

- Outside.

I can't sleep nohow with this fathead

snorin' like a wounded buffalo.

- Turn over!

- [Muttering]

[Groaning]

[Snoring Resumes]

Sure is still tonight, ain't it?

I wonder what Dude's up to.

Brother, am I sure gonna throw a shoe

if he gets anyplace with that gal.

From what I saw, she'll tear him

in two if he tries anything.

[Coyote Howling]

What are you doin' here?

Lookin' for one of my men.

I told you if anybody came up here,

he was liable to get shot.

I wish you wouldn't keep

pointin' that thing at me.

Women got no business

carryin' guns.

- They're apt to shoot somebody

they don't mean to.

- Not me.

You know,

if you was prettied up a bit...

you might look almost like a female.

[Grunting]

[Muffled Shouting]

[Mike]

You-

[Grunting Continues]

[Whimpers, Panting]

[Grunting]

Just wanted to show you how safe

you'd be if I really wanted to get rough.

You smell. Even Apaches

are cleaner than you.

Why, you-

Didn't anybody ever tell you

before that you smell bad?

Mike! Mike!

What happened?

It's nothin', Grandpa.

It's just-

I just caught someone

prowlin' around out here.

Did you get him good?

Maybe I should have.

[Laughs]

Good thing she can shoot

as straight as she can, young fella.

Most women'd have lost their heads at a time

like this, and you'd have been done for.

Ain't every girl can miss

that close... on purpose.

- Do you need any help?

- No!

[Laughs]

Better be gettin'

back on inside, honey.

Ain't likely he'll bother

anybody else tonight.

He's gonna be kinda dizzy.

[Laughs]

Mike, how'd you

come to shoot him?

I don't know.

He grabbed me.

He made me feel-

I don't know.

I wish I'd let him die

of thirst when he came here.

[Coyote Howling]

[Coyote Howling]

What were you doing up there?

I was lookin' for you.

I guess you didn't hear what I said

about stayin' away from that girl.

[Chuckles] Looks like you didn't

even hear it yourself.

Anyhow, I wasn't bothering about her.

I was just nosing around,

following a hunch.

- What kind of a hunch?

- Gold.

It doesn't make sense-

that old man and a girl like her...

living up herejust for their health.

Sure enough, they've got half a dozen cradles

and a big sluice box down in the canyon.

Well, how do you know it's not just old

equipment left around here like everything else?

Because there's a shack down there too.

Apaches been living in it.

I could smell 'em

the minute I opened the door.

Strong as a fox's den.

Well, suppose they have

found some gold, what of it?

Too much money layin' around in banks

for us to worry about any little dab they got.

Maybe it isn't so little.

Well, anyhow, we're not

sticking around to find out.

We're movin' on as soon

as the horses are fit.

Well, I don't know about you...

but I'm getting a little tired

of all this robbery business.

I've got a bullet floating

around in me, right here.

Some tinhorn gambler

who yelled like a stuck pig...

because he dropped

a few hundred dollars.

Claimed he'd been cheated.

Which he had, but that's

neither here nor there.

I don't know if I ever told you...

but I used to have

a big faro layout in San Juan.

Best-looking woman in camp

waiting on me hand and foot.

Then bang-

Along comes this tinhorn-

puts a bullet in me.

When I got on my feet again,

the money was all gone.

Her too.

She lit out with a fellow

who ended up beating her.

[Laughs]

Which wasn't a bad idea either.

As for me, I was just

a down-at-the-heels sharper...

with one bad lung,

looking for a stake.

But I told them

I'd come back, loaded.

That's why I joined up with you.

Maybe now's the time.

Not interested.

Just thought I'd mention it.

Need any help getting back to bed?

I'm staying here

for the rest of the night.

I'll send the kid

with your saddle and blanket.

By the way...

that woman I was telling you

about in San Juan-

Her name was Lucy.

This girl kind of reminds me ofher.

Same figure.

[Coyote Howling]

[Coyote Howling]

[Wind Howling]

[Chuckles]

[Sniffs]

[Sniffing]

## [Singing Folk Song]

## [Continues]

## [Ends]

Now wait a minute, boss. I ain't doin' nothin'

none of the rest of them ain't doin'.

- And what's that?

- Lookin' for the old man's gold, like Dude said.

Where are the old man and the girl?

They're up in the hills somewhere.

They lit out as soon as they heard us comin'.

- Put that down and come with me.

- All right, boss.

All right.

Get in there where I can

see what you're doing.

So you fellows figure

you got a new boss, eh?

- We want that gold.

- Dude said you wasn't interested.

- So we took a vote and-

- Decided that Dude's the leader. Is that it?

It just happens that votes

don't mean a thing to me.

You wanna get rid of me,

you've gotta run me out.

You ain't got no objections

to bein' rich, have you?

We ain't arguin' about that now.

We're talkin' about who's boss.

[Chuckles]

Personally I don't care who's boss...

long as we get that gold.

Now you're talkin'.

[Gunshots]

No sense bangin' away like that, Mike.

You're just usin' up good bullets.

If I could just get one of'em,

it might change their minds.

Looks like they got gold all right.

- Yeah, that's what we've been tellin' you.

- Let's get it.

My way. Understand?

Gonna get mighty hot

up on that hill after a while.

Them two'll get good and thirsty.

All we gotta do is sit tight.

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