Conagher Page #2

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You've done a good bit of work | since he left.

No complaints, either.

I'm proud of you, too.

You know, I like that Mr. Conagher.

Yeah.

I don't know. | He seems different than the others.

Come in soon, Laban.

Hell of a thing, leaving a woman | and two kids out there all alone.

What do you figure?

Should we go on in?

We're getting paid for the job, ain't we?

We get out of here, | we'll get them in there by dark.

Who's there?

It's an apostle with an epistle.

Open up, you sod buster, and let a man in.

You all put your horses | in the stable over there...

then come on in. | I'll get the coffee on the fire. Come on in.

Reminds me of a cowpuncher | who went to wash his feet one spring...

and found he had two pairs of socks on | he didn't know he had.

What're you gonna do | when you pay off, Conagher?

Gonna get drunk?

Nope.

I'm gonna rustle me a job.

Someplace I can put my feet | under the table for the winter.

I'm for sleep. Where can I bed down?

Any place you can find.

Don't make me no never mind.

You'll just have to sleep on the floor, | but I don't care.

You've been holding out on us, | Mrs. Teale...

them's the first cookies | I've known you to make.

I didn't know you liked them, | Mr. McCloud.

- Sometimes I make fried cakes, too. | - You do?

Oh, Lordy.

You'll have to forgive us, ladies. | The place is rather primitive.

I'd better go see about the stock.

Mrs. Teale.

Thank you, ma'am.

But it's so desolate out here.

Yes.

But there's something here.

Come over here.

I miss the things that we had back east...

the band concerts and dances.

The only time we see anybody | is when the stage passes through.

But I love it here.

You don't know what music is | until you hear the wind in the cedars.

Someday, I'm going to get on a horse | and ride over there...

until I can see the other side.

If there is another side.

Where is your husband?

I think he's gone.

He left to buy cattle | over three months ago...

and that's just too long with no word.

I suppose there's always a chance, but...

No.

He's gone.

- What's the matter, Sis? | - Nothing. Leave me alone.

Ruthie?

He's not dead. He's not. | My daddy's not dead.

It's been too long.

We would have had word by now | or he would have been home.

He can't be dead. You don't know.

No, I don't know...

but I feel it.

- I feel it in my bones. | - What does that mean?

You remember how you felt | when your mama died?

Kind of lost and empty?

I felt that same way | when my own daddy died.

I feel it now.

But he can't be gone.

I'll never see him again.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

It's just us now.

I love you.

What's wrong?

I saw an Indian...

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