Lonely Are the Brave

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Time we took off, too.

What do you think, Whisky?

Mmm!

You little sugar-eater.

There, that's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

You're beginning to learn.

Try not to make a fool of yourself

the way you did yesterday, huh?

Oh, you're cute. You're

real cute, you are.

Yes, you are.

You stop that now. Come on.

Don't you...

Now, you stop that.

That's a baby.

That's right. You're doing just fine.

That's a real nice girl.

That's a real nice, sweet girl.

Come on over here. Come over here.

All right, you're

starting it again, huh?

Okay, baby.

Well, let's get it out of your system.

Come on.

Come on.

Turn right!

What do you think you're doing?

You did fine, little girl.

You gotta remember, when I

say, "Hup," you better hup.

You'll learn, pretty little fuzztail.

What I'm trying to teach you is

a little horse sense. Now, hup.

That's it. Now, come on.

Hi.

Hi.

Welcome home.

Been a long time.

Still painting.

I was expecting you, Jack.

Isn't that odd?

I heard a horse, and I

knew it was your horse.

It's a new horse.

Three-year-old mare.

Part range stock,

part appaloosa, still

a little bit spooky.

Well, must get it from you.

Well, don't just stand

there. You give me a kiss.

I must say, you haven't changed a bit.

You, either. Thanks.

Well, come on. Let me

get you something to eat.

There's coffee there on the stove. Good.

I'll take about six fried eggs.

If you got some ham to put

under them, so much the better.

Coming up. Hup.

What've you been doing with yourself?

I was afraid you were gonna ask that.

Oh, not herding sheep again?

Herding sheep again.

You know, you keep that up, you're

gonna end up on a dude ranch.

Probably.

I'm glad you came, Jack.

God, I'm glad you came.

Picked up a paper, said Paul

was heading for two years

in the penitentiary.

Started riding the same day.

There's nothing you can do to help Paul.

Well, I'm not so sure of that.

I'll mosey down and

have a talk with him.

We'll work something out.

We always did.

No, they won't even let you

see him until visiting day.

That's Wednesday.

By then they might have

moved him to the penitentiary.

You can almost always

arrange to see a fella.

He finish his book?

Half of it.

The other half'll

have to wait two years.

Hey.

How about Seth?

Seth's in school.

Already in school. Why,

that poor little devil.

How come Paul got mixed up smuggling

those wetbacks across the border?

He didn't smuggle anybody.

He just helped them after they got here.

He hid them and fed them

and gave them directions

about where to find work, that's all.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Oh, nothing. Nothing. It's

just a crime, that's all.

The immigration people warned Paul

twice, but he just kept right on.

Good for him.

Oh, sure, good for him, and hoorah

for two years in the penitentiary.

I get so mad I could kill him.

The reason you get mad at Paul

is you don't understand him.

Understand him? Just how

long is that supposed to take?

I've only been married

seven years, you know, Jack.

Yeah, but, basically

you're still an Easterner.

What are you talking about, Jack?

Told you, you didn't understand.

A Westerner likes open country.

That means he's got to hate fences.

And the more fences there

are, the more he hates them.

I never heard such nonsense in my life.

It's true, though.

You ever notice how many

fences there are getting to be?

The signs that they got on them.

No hunting, no hiking, no admission,

no trespass, private

property, closed area,

start moving, go away,

get lost, drop dead.

Know what I mean? I

don't even want to know.

Then they got those fences

that say, "This side's jail."

Or that side's the street. Or

here's Arizona, that's Nevada.

Or this is us, that's Mexico.

Hey, you're so hot, my ham's burning up.

Plate's there on the table.

Now, that one between here and Mexico

is the fence got Paul into trouble.

He just naturally

didn't see the use of it,

so he acted as if it wasn't there.

So when people sneaked across it,

he just felt they were still people,

so he helped them.

Jack, I'm gonna tell you something.

The world that you and

Paul live in doesn't exist.

Maybe it never did.

Out there is a real world.

And it's got real

borders and real fences.

Real laws and real trouble.

And either you go by

the rules or you lose.

You lose everything.

You can always keep something.

I don't know.

I don't understand men anymore.

Paul had a choice and he chose

jail instead of his family.

Why, Jack?

Doesn't he need us as

much as we need him?

You forgot the salt and pepper.

Now, you talk about that jail

sentence as if it was another woman

he was going out with.

Isn't it?

Maybe it is.

Maybe he had to have

one more fling with her

before the old man with

the white hair moves in.

Fling with who?

Girl Paul and I grew up with.

Kind of a wild-eyed

little mountain girl.

Her name is Do-What-You-Want-To-Do-And-

The-Hell-With-Everybody-Else.

Probably an lndian girl,

they all got names like that.

Men are idiots.

You're an idiot, Paul's an

idiot, you're all idiots.

These eggs are gonna be rock-hard,

Jack. Come on and sit down.

You make me nervous.

Is there anything else you want?

A bath.

I'm beginning to smell

like a wild animal

that hasn't even been rained on

for about five years.

Hey, you're not going to

Coffeyville, Kansas, are you?

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