Home On The Range Page #15

[Bird chirping]

[Slim shouting]

Yaah! Dagnabit!

l guess l gotta do everything

around here myself!

[Grunting]

Call me crazy, but l think

these cows got it in for me.

Maybe they just don't like

your singing.

Shut up! Ahem.

Mr. Weaseley,

my money, if you please.

Heh heh heh. l was just

keeping it safe for you, Slim.

Sure you were.

Protecting my investments

is what l pay this fellow for.

Mr. Weaseley, let me present...

the most traitorous,

double-crossin' gun for hire...

that l've ever had the pleasure

to call partner--Rico.

You're too kind, boss.

No, it can't be.

His reputation as

a bounty hunter is well-known...

but lately he's been doing

a little moonlighting...

and covering my tracks.

Rico's going to see you

to the border...

so that nothing else goes wrong.

Tck-tck.

[Screech]

Now, if you'll all pardon me...

there's

a little Patch of Heaven...

on the auction block

this morning.

[Gasps]

He's going to buy our farm!

Adios! Yee-haw!

l don't know

how you got here, skittish...

but stick with me,

and you may get to like...

the other side of the law.

Get on there! Hyah!

WESLEY:

All right, come on! Come on!

Move it, Bessie! Get in there!

Hurry up!

You don't want to be late...

for that big round-up

in the sky!

[Neighs]

Hah! Skittish, whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Get in there!

Come on, you stupid cows!

[Mooing]

Come on!

Unh!

[Thump]

WESLEY:
Lovely.

Now get the engine fired up...

and let's make tracks.

[Buck neighs]

[Humming]

Huh?

[Neighs]

BUCK:
Make a break for it,

ladies! Run!

Whoa! Hah! Skittish, whoa!

Buck, have you gone crazy?!

Now, that's entirely possible!

Yo!

Or maybe l just figured out

who the real heroes are!

Wait! What if this is

some kind of trick?

Whoo! Whassah!

Oh, this isn't a trick!

lt's a miracle! Come on!

[Thump]

So you think

you got the drop on me...

well, think again! Hyah!

Oh!

[Banging]

[Neighs] Whassah!

[Sputters]

-Whoo!

-Unh...

This is useless.

Let's put our heads together.

More brains and less brawn.

All right!

[Grunting] Grr!

[Neighing]

[C*cks shotgun]

OK, Caloway, fetch!

[Snorts, alarm ringing]

[Bellows]

-Kaboosh!

-Hyah!

[Yelling]

[Clang]

Oof! Unh!

Ha! Lucky shot!

[Tarzan yell]

Mother of mercy.

ls this the end of Rico?

[Thud]

[Moo]

Uh...ha...

[Bird chirping]

BUCK:
Wow! Bravo!

Bravo! You stopped Rico cold!

Aw, shucks. T'weren't nothin'.

Fat lot of good it done us.

Alameda Slim

has already flown the coop.

She's right.

Unless we sprout wings, we'll

never make it back in time.

l can't believe

what l'm hearing.

This train

goes right by Patch of Heaven.

What is in the cud

you've been chewin'?

How are we supposed

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