Lone Wolf Mcquade Page #2

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- Hi, Molly.

- Where have you been, stranger?

- I've been real busy.

- Oh, boy. Same old trouble?

- My kinda trouble doesn't take vacations.

- Aren't you gonna tell Dad the big news?

- Oh, honey.

Mom, I...

What news?

- Jim, I got a real good job in Las Cruces.

- Las Cruces?

We're gonna move there in two weeks.

- What do you mean "move"?

- Don't get all worked up.

I'm an independent woman now

and I got my own life to live.

I know, but you can

make your life right here.

- Oh, Jim.

- (car pulls up)

One day you're gonna meet some real

nice gal who won't mind sitting up nights,

waitin' to see if you're

gonna come home in one piece.

Oh, come on, Jim.

It's a nice town, it'll be good for Sally.

- Honey?

- Oh, hell.

Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Bobby Drew.

Boyfriend?

I heard a lot about you. You were in the

Marines, won a Silver Star and everything.

- Nice to meet you, Bobby.

- Nice to meet you, Ranger.

Bobby, Daddy's takin' me riding. I hope

you don't mind. I'll see you tonight, OK?

Uh, yeah, sure.

- See you later.

- Have a good old time.

Bye. See you later.

Bye, Mom! See ya!

(Sally) I'm ready to take Foxy out now.

- (Dakota) Just be patient.

- OK.

All right. I'm ready to go.

Pay attention, dummy.

She's got some mustang in her.

- I can handle her, OK? Let's go.

- OK.

- Be careful, honey.

- OK. Easy, Foxy.

Hey. How'd you like to

bite that in the butt,

develop lockjaw and be dragged to death?

- Who is she?

- Clark Richardson's widow.

- That's her, huh?

- That's her.

From a poor family.

Married Clark with all that money

just before he got himself squashed

in that Italian racing job. Quite a crash.

Clark ran with a pretty tough crowd

and talk is it wasn't an accident.

But nobody can prove it.

Shame, though.

All that fruit just rotting on the vine.

Doesn't look too rotten to me.

- Sally!

- Foxy!

- Sally!

- Help me!

Help!

It's all right. It's OK.

- You all right, honey?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

- What's your name?

- Sally.

- Next time, Sally, be more careful.

- I will.

I wanna thank you for what you did.

The name's Jim McQuade.

The infamous Texas Ranger.

Pleased to meet you.

(car horn)

This is Rawley Wilkes, my late husband's

partner. Ranger McQuade.

And now you're my partner.

I understand you're very good

with your hands and feet.

Pretty good.

Rawley was all-European

karate champion.

Is that right?

Ranger Brown. Sally.

Ranger McQuade, it was especially nice.

Oh, by the way, Rawley's giving a little

martial arts display by the racetrack.

- Just a little exhibition.

- Why don't you gentlemen drop on by?

- I don't think we...

- Oh, it'd be our pleasure, ma'am.

Good.

Hey, Foxy.

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