Men and Wolves Page #2

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My God, how sad!

- Poor beasts!

Luckily I didn't let go mine!

Go call Don Pietro.

- No, no, I don't have the guts!

See how many they are.

- Ours too will end up this way?

Not even with dogs

they can be saved this year!

I heard them, the wolves, last night.

- I told them not to go!

Poor beasts, they're still warm.

- To attack a truck, they must be hungry!

Of course! It's too cold.

This year, the wolves

are worse than in past years.

How many wolves were?

- Five.

But look what precision.

All at the throat.

Oh, yeah! Wolves never fail.

But who's that guy?

I think is the surveyor

who came last year.

But, a surveyor has a rifle?

- Hush, here comes Don Pietro!

Amerigo!

Amerigo!

What's the matter? Go away, okay?

For a few sheep,

it's not the end of the world!

Beppino, Fausto!

Take away this stuff!

Amerigo, you're here!

You've been afraid of wolves, huh?

What ugly beasts!

Hush, hush, Dad.

Don't talk about it, for God's sake!

I knew it would end up like this.

- If he were my son!

You left the truck in the street

to go to Carmela, huh?

And what should a young man

do in this town?

The monk?

Well...

Luckily I shot!

- Who are you, what do you want?

If I hadn't arrived,

not one sheep would be saved.

Shut up, you!

I'm not afraid of wolves,

let alone of him!

Nice gratitude!

You're a wolfer, you?

Why, don't you see?

We too are here for the wolves!

Damn, a cartridge belt like an organ!

Not like yours, Dad!

Pasqualino!

Come, we still have to find

the meat for the wolves.

You already caught any?

- Here, not yet.

Goodbye.

- Bye.

And if you see the wolves,

don't squeal that I'm here!

Listen, girl, there is a tavern here?

- There it is!

Come on, I'll pay you a drink.

What a honey you are!

One sees she doesn't like wine.

I'll go along with you!

What's your name?

Ricuccio.

You look like a horse.

- Well, get on then!

Come on!

Doctor, can't even see

the bites of wolves. It's excellent meat.

I've even cooked a kilo for myself.

You can sell them only

at the price of low-grade slaughter.

And what I do with that?

Well, it's not my fault! Take care.

- Regards, Doctor.

Regards, Doctor.

It takes the wolves

to eat meat for cheap.

I'd reward the wolf,

and not who catches him.

It's an hour that I look for you!

Where were you? - He was in good hands.

Come on, let's start!

- Come. - Hurry up!

Look here,

at 150 lire per kilo for such a meat!

You have sent for me.

My land starts at the oak

and ends at the valley.

I give to eat

for as long as there is snow.

You'll put traps around my property

and watch my cattle.

There are 50 horses, 30 cows

and 300 sheep.

Oh! Not bad, though!

Tonight you sleep here,

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