Green Grass of Wyoming Page #2

- Whitey Eaton did?

- He's the crookedest horse-dealer this

side... - You've mixed him up with someone else.

- Take it easy, baby.

- She looks fine, Kenny.

What have you got in that trailer?

Did you let Whitey Eaton sell you a horse?

Sure. And is she a beauty.

Hey, let's get her out, Gus.

Just a minute, young man.

Did you take the 2200 McNulty paid you

for the polo ponies

and give it to Whitey Eaton

for some broken-down piece of crowbait?

- Why, Mr Eaton says she's a sure winner.

- I told you, Whitey Eaton is a crook!

I can't agree with you, Dad. I think this

mare is a very sound business investment.

- Come on, take a look.

- What...

- What is she, Kenny?

- A trotter. Let me get this blanket off.

- There you are.

- Rob, she's beautiful.

Yeah, I've seen Whitey's

beautiful horses before. Come here, son.

Telephone him and tell him

I don't want this mare,

and after breakfast tomorrow,

you're going back to Los Angeles with it.

- I don't think so, Dad.

- You... you what?

You said that on my next birthday

I'll be a partner.

If so, I'm gonna have something to say.

You'll never be a partner

pulling stunts like this.

At least you can let him show her. All Ken

knows about horses is what you taught him.

She's by Bolomite out of

Margaret Castledon - both champions.

You can't beat that breeding.

Well, all right.

Trot her out. Let's see her.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby, trot. Come on.

- Buying a horse without consulting me.

- I'm sure she'll be all right.

Here. Here, stop that.

Down, girl!

- Uh-oh.

- Ken, be careful.

Whoa! Hey, what's the matter with you?

Down, girl!

I told you about Whitey.

What's the matter?

Something's bothering her.

Listen to her. She's wind-broken,

that's what's the matter with her.

2200 bucks right up the flue.

Boss, it might be the altitude.

It's 8200ft up here.

Yeah, that's it. It's the altitude.

Let her take it easy for a while till

her lungs fill out. Then she'll be fine.

Yeah, maybe.

Meanwhile, you'd better put her up, Gus.

- I'll take her, Gus.

- No, you stay here. I want a talk with you.

I'm sorry I bought her like I did, Dad.

I should have spoken to you first, but...

If you're going to be a partner, you can't

just use snap judgement about things.

Before I do anything,

I always talk it over with your mother.

- Well, I do.

- Of course, darling.

Why don't you think

before you do these things?

I did. I put myself right in your place.

I knew that you'd have bought her

if you'd been in my place.

What's the use? I give up!

I do too, I guess.

He won't take my judgement on anything.

- Hey, Ken.

- Yes, sir?

I've changed my mind.

I'll let you keep the mare.

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