Red Garters Page #2

unless he's man enough to wear it.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I don't think there's room

for more than one body in that grave...

and he's being neglected.

So now we leave you, Robin Randall,

resting in the bosom of the Earth...

the surface of which you've

so long desecrated by your presence.

The line for the barbecue

forms at the right...

after which there'll be athletic contests

and games of skill for one and all.

-You care to join us, stranger?

-Be happy to, ma'am.

Howdy, stranger. My name is Billy Buckett.

I know it ain't none of my business,

but ain't you the fellow--

You're right, Billy,

it ain't none of your business.

My name is Carberry. Jason Carberry.

I want a word with you about

that young lady you drove here with.

I plumb forgot to ask her name.

Her name is

Miss Susana Martinez De La Cruz.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

I was about to warn you.

We got two kind of women here.

She's the kind we tip our hat to.

I got sense enough to know that.

Say, didn't you forget

to mention some little thing...

about the man you just buried there?

Like maybe he was kind

to small animals, or something?

The only animals

Robin Randall was ever interested in...

were the ones he could steal,

such as horses and cattle.

Was that ever proved against him,

or am I supposed to take your word for it?

Stranger, I'm not in the habit

of having my word doubted.

Jason, go get me a plate of barbecue,

will you? I'm starving.

For you, my love, anything.

By the way, my name's Calaveras Kate.

-I don't believe I quite caught yours.

-I don't believe I quite threw it.

That Carberry sure enough

plays the field, doesn't he?

You notice he didn't tip his hat, though.

Look, you.

Out here we've got a triple standard.

Like Jason said, there are two kinds

of women but only one kind of man.

Very convenient for men.

-Yes, ma'am, it sure is.

-Well, it's been nice.

You'll be moving on soon,

won't you? I hope.

What's the matter, ma'am?

You afraid Carberry might do something

to make me shoot him?

As a matter of fact, yes.

But I wouldn't like it even if he shot you.

There's been too much shooting hereabouts.

-Appears to me like you're interested in him.

-Interested!

He's as phony as a Chinese faro deck.

Why, the hand he tips his hat with

never knows...

what the other one's doing and....

I'd die before I'd let him know it,

but I'm in love with him.

The big flirting, strutting fathead!

You know, you could be doing both of us

a mighty big favor...

if you'd get out of town

before it's too late, mister.

Sure like to accommodate you, ma'am,

but I just can't.

I should've known better

than to try to talk sense to a man.

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