Coroner Creek Page #2

I didn't know you'd run into them.

I'm glad you're not hurt.

Yeah, I'll second that.

You must be hungry. I got a large

platter of steaks and apple pie.

Well, well, what are we waiting for?

Kate! Oh, would you do me another

favour first?

Well, I...

- Come with me.

There's someone outside

I want you to help me with.

Another drunk?

- Oh, no, I've handled

my last one of those for tonight.

This is my father, Walt Hardison.

Dad, this is Chris Danning.

How do you do?

- How do you do, sir?

So you the hand Ernie Combs wants

for Rainbow?

You've got good ears, Mr Hardison.

- A cripple's pastime.

Thank you.

The Good Book is also a cripple's

pastime, a very pleasant one,

although some people try to run away

from it. That's very hard to do.

It's your bedtime, Dad.

I think you'd better come in now.

Abbie. Abbie!

When are you going to stop

this sort of thing?

- Nobody saw me.

You let a strange man bring you

home, didn't you?

- I don't remember.

That's the trouble,

you don't remember.

I've told you a dozen times,

drink yourself into a stupor,

but do it in your own room.

I don't want anyone seeing you.

Of course you don't.

Because a respectable wife

keeps nice folks from talking.

That couldn't have been the reason

why you didn't marry that girl

you moved to Brush Flats, could it?

Because it hasn't stopped you from

making regular visits over there.

You and your pretence

of respectability.

And respectable is what

we're going to be. To the people

outside this house anyway.

I've worked too long and too hard

to build up my position around here.

I didn't get married to have

a drunken wife pull me down.

Of course you didn't, you married me

because you thought I was pretty

enough to dress up this house

and wear fashionable clothes

and impress people you could use.

That's why you married me.

Can you blame me

for trying to forget that?

Can you?

Is Miles around?

No, he hasnt come in yet. He spends

most his time at the ranch.

You McKeogh, his partner?

- No, I'm Charlie, Charlie Weatherby,

and there ain't no partner.

Miles left McKeogh's name on the

sign when he bought him out.

I seem to remember the deal now,

quite some time ago.

Oh, not so long ago,

a year and a half.

18 months, eh?

- About that.

Hey, look out there, mister!

Whoa!

Thank you.

I'm going to see Kate for a minute,

you wait here.

Well if I ain't exactly in eyeshot

when you want me, Miss Harms,

just give one whistle like this.

Easier than that, I'll poke my head

in that door of that saloon.

You're sure set on running me down

one way or another.

I extend my apologies, mister.

And to show you I'm sincere,

I'll buy you a drink.

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