Man Without a Star Page #2

you smell like a goat.

- You decent?

- That's debatable.

Hey, thanks for washing my shirt.

How do I look?

Oh honey, you look real pretty.

But you I can't let you

go out of here half naked.

Try this for size.

- Where did you get it?

- A fella left it on account.

On account of what?

On account, the same

reason you left your saddle.

He was hungry.

- A bottle of good and two clean glasses.

- They gotta to be cleaned?

Don't try the impossible, Duckbill.

- Just set out the whiskey.

- Yes, ma'am.

Well hello, boy.

What brings you into town?

Just brought in 400 steers for shipment.

Finally got them loaded.

Here's your whiskey,

where's your money?

Put it on my tab.

- All right.

- Demp, hey Demp.

I want you to meet Strap Davis,

foreman down on the Triangle.

It's a big spread, used

to belong to old man Simpson.

Not anymore, it don't.

Can't you keep shut up till

I get these men introduced?

Have a drink, friend.

- What kind of a spread you got?

- Oh right about ten thousand heads.

Ten thousand heads?

I thought I was

doing good with 800.

You fellas on the Triangle ain't

leaving much grass for the rest of us.

It's open range.

Don't blame me.

I ain't blaming you, Strap.

But I am blaming your new owner.

Why don't he come out from

the east to look things over

before he builds up the herd?

From what I hear, he

ain't even seen the Triangle.

He's coming out as soon as

we get the ranch house rebuilt.

You know what we're putting in?

A bathroom... right in the house.

In the house?

Inside the house!

Well, that ain't decent.

Only someone from the

East could have think of that.

Mighty handy on a rainy night.

What is it?

Give me a stick and I'll kill it.

He is coming at me!

Why, it's my old

partner, the ropin' kid.

Come on in, kid.

Why, step up partner

and meet my friends.

- You know Idonee.

- Hi.

Strap Davis and this is...

Hey, we never did get to know one

another. I am Dempsey Rae, Los Pecos.

They are not worth knowing.

Tom Cassidy, owner of

Circle C upon Little Rae.

I am Mark Toliver, Ben Johnson and

me, we got small outfit over there too.

- Gooder and Jessep.

- Good to know all of you.

- And like I said, this is the ropin' kid.

- Hey, kid.

Here you are ropin' kid,

take it down.

Sarsaparilla.

- I want to get some whiskey.

- Not with me, you don't.

- Hallelujah!

- Here, drink this.

You keep away from whiskey and

you'll have no regrets in the morning.

Man's word is wisdom.

- Demp!

- Yeah?

- Look at here.

- Well I'll be.

I thought I told

you to get out of town.

- If I don't?

- I'll run you out.

Why you...

Stuff all over my new outfit.

Why, I'll kill you, you dirty...

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