Yellow Sky Page #4

[Laughing Continues]

Why, you-

Let him up!

Let him up!

You let him go!

[Groans]

Let him up.

- Let him up!

- I ain't lettin' nobody up.

He hit me, and I'm gonna

give it to him... good!

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

[Laughing]

[Laughs]

[Gasping]

[Coughing]

You fellows just won't

listen to me, will ya?

It wasn't my fault. She came down here

swingin'herself pretty fancy.

- I'll leave it to Walrus.

- [Walrus] That's right, boss.

Looks like she was

just askin' for trouble.

From now on,

stay away from my men...

and stop swinging'your hips

all over the place!

I don't know what you're so sore about.

She's just a girl.

I ain't gonna argue about it.

## [Singing Slow Ballad]

## [Continues]

##[Stops]

Still worryin' about

what happened this afternoon?

Nah.

[Groans]

- You're mad at me.

- No, I ain't mad at nobody.

Just thinkin', huh?

That house up there...

keeps remindin'me

of our place back home in Ohio.

I just see my mama now,

standin' on the back porch...

callin' me to come in

from whatever I was doin'.

And my old man yellin' at me to "Wash your

hands before supper, Luke, doggone it."

And all of us sittin' down,

and him sayin' grace.

Poor boy.

I was afraid that was it.

You're in love.

I got a right to remember,

haven't I?

Sure.

## [Singing Slow Ballad]

## [Continues]

##[Continues, Faint]

##[Singing Ends]

##[Harmonica]

[Panting]

- Let me go.

- Why?

Thought you was enjoyin' it.

We got... no business

kissin' each other, you and me.

- Look here, lady.

This ain't somethin' you argue about.

- No. No. No!

What's the matter?

Where you goin'?

Inside.

Grandpa'll be missin' me.

Oh, he can't be

in that much of a hurry.

- His leg hurts him. He's worried.

- What about?

- You runnin' off with all the gold

and leavin' us nothing.

- I gave him my word, didn't I?

Yeah, your word.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Footsteps]

[Door Opens, Closes]

Thought I'd... drop in, see

how you're gettin' along.

[Sniffles]

Sit down.

Uh-

I thought maybe it might...

ease your mind some about that gold...

- if you knew somethin'about me.

- What kind of somethin'?

Well... that I come from good people.

When I give my word, I mean it.

My folks was all farmers,

sound stock.

They moved to Kansas from Indiana

when I was about two years old.

Folks went through all the worst

of the Border War.

Old man come pretty near gettin'killed

by some of Quantrill's men.

Seems like I had a gun in my hand

ever since I was about so high.

Somebody always shootin'at us

or us shootin'at them.

Either chasin' somebody

or gettin' chased.

Then a few years ago,

along come an epidemic.

My old man died. Ma too.

- Course I was off in the army by then.

- Which side?

Blue pants.

[Snickers] My ma was sure

a stickler for religion.

Church was about 10 miles away, but she

used to go every Sunday, winter or summer.

I remember one Sunday, her and me

almost got lost in a blizzard.

I could read the Bible by the time

I was seven years old.

We used to have

one of them big, thick ones...

with all the family births

and deaths and marriages in it.

- Why are you tellin' us all this?

- Ah, just sort of talkin'.

I been givin' that deal of ours

a little thought, and, uh-

I figured maybe with you

laid up here and all...

you're gettin'

kind of worried about it.

All I can say is that I'm stickin' to it

a hundred percent.

I've seen some

mighty big liars in my time.

Now, if you ain't tellin'the truth-

That's a Bible there, ain't it?

Yes.

I ain't seen one in years.

I hereby swear on this good book...

that I'm goin' through with our deal...

to the letter.

Well, young man...

if you don't mean it...

I don't see no point

in you comin' here blasphemin'.

Shake on it.

[Stretch]

I guess I better be goin'.

Haven't you got

any better name than Mike?

Constance Mae.

Dawson's mine.

James Dawson.

Ah- I guess the war

has upset a lot of those boys...

and set them off on the wrong foot.

You know, I've seen a lot worse fellows

than him keep their word.

I'll put out your light now, Grandpa.

It's time for you to go to sleep.

Yeah.

[Sniffs]

Come on.

Let's get it.

- Come on!

- Come on.

Ah, we've been sold. Maybe the sacks

are buried around here somewhere.

Here's one of them.

Here it is. I've got it!

[Imitates Rooster Crowing]

[All Laughing, Shouting]

- [Rumbling]

- Look out. It'll cave in!

[Coughing]

I'm gonna get me some new clothes.

Hey, look. What's that?

[Drums, Distant]

Holy Moses.

Apaches.

[Drums Continue]

Looks like that old man

wasn't as... loony as we figured.

Yeah. Let us dig his gold

out for him...

then his Indians show up

just when we find it.

Maybe those folks are...

worse off than we are.

Aw, shut up, you jape.

They told us them Apaches

was friends of theirs, didn't they?

[Panting]

We're sure gonna be mighty rich corpses.

[Panting]

[Whooping, Shouting]

[Gunshots]

[Shouting, Gunshots Continue]

Funny they haven't rushed us.

Maybe they're waitin' for sunup.

Indians always like sunup.

We better try to find out

what they're gonna do.

- Wait a minute. What about all that gold?

- You carry it.

Maybe you fellas are givin' up

on that gold, but I ain't.

I want it now out of

just plain ornery meanness.

[Shouting, Gunshots Continue]

[Stretch]

Stay here.

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Shouting, Gunshots Continue]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Door Closes]

[Knocking]

Well, that was

quite a little powwow.

Yeah. Apaches like

to hear theirselves talk.

Looks like they ain't

the only ones around here.

All right, turn 'em loose on us.

They may finish us, but we'll get

our share of them before they do.

Do you think I'd turn

crazy drunk Apaches loose on ya?

They're friends of yours,

ain't they?

- Why, yes, but l-

- You sent for 'em, didn't you?

Well, did you or didn't you?

Why, I didn't know they was

within 50 miles of here...

till some of the boys that used to work

for me slipped in here last night.

Seems like they'd had some trouble over

at the reservation. They were out to kill.

Took a lot of coaxin'on my part,

but I... finally got them to promise...

to bring the big chiefhere

to talk to me.

You know, he's an old friend of mine.

[Chuckles]

I just got through telling them...

that if they went back to the reservation

and behaved theirselves...

I'd talk to the Indian agent myself

and have their troubles took care of.

Huh. Took a heap of arguing

on my part.

That's what they're gonna do.

What about us?

Why, I told 'em

you was working for me.

[Drums]

[Walrus] Reckon what them

fool Indians are up to now?

[Half Pint] Maybe Stretch give

the old man a good talkin' to.

He's a great one for makin' deals.

It's that honest face of his.

One look at him and you say,

"By gum, there's an honest thief."

- [Laughing]

- [Laughing]

For all we know, they'll be back.

So let's stop shooting off our mouths

and start loading this gold.

[Stretch] I wouldn't be in too big

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