How the West Was Won Page #3

that fella's looking at us."

And Jim said he didn't care too much

for it neither...

...so we both skedaddled down

out of there...

...and to this day I ain't never had

a good look at the Rocky Mountains.

- Well, I remember one time...

- Zebulon.

- What?

- One liar at a time is enough.

Well, then, I reckon it's about bedtime.

Gotta get an early start in the morning.

We'll be expecting you for breakfast.

Oh, well, that's mighty hospitable,

Mr. Prescott...

...but sometimes I wake up

and get the urge to move.

I might be long gone by sunup,

but thank you.

- I wanna thank all of you. Good night.

- Good night.

- Strange fellas, these mountain men.

- Yeah, kind of like a wisp of smoke.

- By golly, that looks like my blanket.

- It is.

Well, then, I'm a mite confused, ma'am.

Whose bed would it be?

Yours.

I ain't ever saw a bed like that

since last time I come east.

Why'd you do it?

Ain't polite to ask a girl

why she done something for a man.

No. Well, I reckon my manners

ain't much at that.

Anyway, I sure thank you.

Good night, ma'am.

Are them Indian girls pretty?

Well, now, I reckon that all depends

on just how long a man has gone...

...without seeing one.

How long's it been

since you seen a white girl?

I ain't quite sure why you asked that.

How pretty do I look to you?

But, ma'am...

...ain't you just being a little bit forward?

Well, you're headed upriver

and I'm headed down.

There's no time

to get these questions answered.

You dead sure you want them answered?

Yes.

Glory be.

Ma'am, it seems like

you've been kissed before.

I've never been kissed permanent before.

By golly, you sure use surprising words.

I never heard "permanent" mixed up

with a thing like a kiss before.

I can still feel that kiss.

- Can you?

- Well, you said something before...

...that we had not forget:

I'm heading upstream

and you're headed downstream.

Lovers have parted before

and come together again.

- Ma'am.

- Eve.

Eve, I'm a sinful man.

Deep, dark, sinful.

I'm on my way to Pittsburgh

to be sinful again.

Likely I'll stay drunk for a month.

I won't even remember

the fancy gals I dally with...

...or the men I carve up

just out of pure cussedness...

...any more than I'll remember you.

Linus, I'm asking you.

Can you still feel that kiss?

Eve...

Eve, you make me feel like a man

standing on a narrow ledge...

...coming face-to-face with a grizzly bear.

There just ain't no ignoring the situation.

Eve!

Eve!

- Eve! Where is she?

- Zeb, what's the matter?

Anyways, you're here.

I thought you'd gone with him.

- Gone?

- Yes, gone.

I knowed you were setting with him...

...but I kept telling myself,

"At least she's looking at a man."

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