Cattle Empire Page #2

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you're going?

That's my business.

You turned him down?

What do you expect?

Do you know what it cost

my brother to ask you?

I know.

I hate you so much it burns my guts.

But if you have to see all of us

Hamiltons crawl, I'll crawl too.

I don't care what you Hamiltons do.

You cant turn him down.

You might sleep better

if you squared part of your account.

I spent five years

squaring that account. I sleep fine.

Youre not going anywhere!

Even?

I can't get mad at a kid

I taught to ride and shoot.

I'm not a kid any more!

Then why dont you take the herd?

You know why - I'm not good enough.

Now take the gun. I'll shoot anyway.

I wouldn't want to kill you, junior,

you got too much learning to do.

Why, there's Little Johnny!

Little Johnny!

George Washington Jeffrey!

Where you been all this time?

You remember my kid brother?

Thomas Jefferson Jeffrey.

Where hes been is his affair.

How's your daddy?

Well, he's been dead for some years.

I knew hed been ailing but...

Im sorry, Little Johnny.

It looks like

you've been ailing too, eh?

What he looks like is his affair!

Who are you boys working for now?

We aint. We quit Garths place.

The fool thinks he can take his herd

to Fort Clemson this time o' year.

Most of them rivers is bone dry.

For once, George Washington

is right about something.

Only one trail boss might make it.

But he wouldn't try, eh, John?

I thought maybe that was what

Little Johnny came back for.

What he come back for is his affair!

You boys interested in a drink?

Interested? No.

All hes interested in

is when youre gonna ask us.

George Washington...

Thomas Jefferson...

Getting worse

every time you set foot in it.

Like every place in town, waiting

for the undertaker to bury it.

Whiskey.

Cork the bottle!

You're not drinking in my saloon.

They aint no trouble, Mr Grainger.

They just came in.

Cork the bottle. We're fed up

with your troublemaking.

I'm having a drink with my friends, Grainger.

Maybe we'll have another. Then I'll leave.

Now listen, Cord...

Wash off the warpaint, Grainger.

You were once glad to have his trail

herders spend their wages here.

That was before he let his

drunk men ruin us all.

A trail town should be able to

protect itself, wouldn't you say?

Yeah. Yeah, ld say.

I heard you were back.

Glad to see you.

Hello, Garth.

Set up a bottle for my old cooks.

Join me, I've something

to say to you.

They roughed you up a little, huh?

That what you had to say?

Did you turn Hamilton down?

Maybe.

I suppose he told you

I'm moving herd tomorrow.

He mentioned it.

We rode a lot of trails together,

I learned a lot of things from you.

You can forget em.

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