Reflections in a Golden Eye Page #3

It will do you good. Shake up your liver.

Well, I might. I might.

Blackjack.

Good night, Weldon.

But I don't need a suit, Anacleto.

But you do.

You haven't bought a garment

in more than a year...

...and the green frock

is bien use at the elbow...

...and ready for the Salvation Army.

My God, you're a rare bird, you are.

How much is it?

What I wouldn't give to get you

in my battalion for just a day.

It is trs cher.

But one could not expect

to get such quality for anything else.

- And think of the years of service.

- We'll see about it.

Oh, go on and buy the dress,

for God's sake.

And while we are about it,

we might order an extra yard or so.

Then I can have a jacket.

All right, if I decide to get it.

What is that?

You and Captain Weincheck were playing it

last Thursday afternoon.

The opening bar of the Franck

A-major sonata.

Look.

Just this minute

made me compose a ballet.

Black velvet curtains.

And a glow like winter twilight.

Very slowly with the whole cast.

Then a spotlight follows solo like a flame.

Very dashing.

And with the waltz...

...Mr. Sergei Rachmaninoff play.

Bravo, bravo, Anacleto.

Did he hurt himself?

I'm all right, Madame Alison.

I wish you had broken your damn neck.

Williams, bring out Firebird.

The lady is here.

I believe if a horse really

wants to throw you, well, he will.

But I think most of the time

they're just feeling good.

They're just having fun.

Well, now, you take Firebird.

The minute he starts to feel me slip...

...he stops messing around.

Of course, he's a gentleman.

There's my sweet old baby.

Quit that.

If the major could see himself from behind,

he would never get on a horse.

You see, this uncle of mine

had this cabin up in the mountains...

...and my brothers and I

used to go up all the time to hunt.

About six of us would go out

in the afternoon with our dogs.

Oh, really more the evening.

My God, it would be cold.

A little colored boy

would be running behind...

...with a big jug of liquor

on his back.

Sometimes we'd be in the mountains

all night hunting coon.

I just can't tell you what it was like.

- What do you want?

- May I take out the black mare?

- Did you do all your stalls?

- Yeah.

Okay.

- You all right, Weldon?

- Incompetent brute.

It's not the horse's fault. It's yours.

I mean, you can't expect a horse

to take a jump if you don't ride him at it.

- Weldon, that's Private Williams, isn't it?

- It certainly is.

Bare back to bare ass.

It's outrageous.

You go on ahead. I'll attend to him.

Oh, what, spoil his fun?

I thought all that old mare could do

is stumble and shamble...

...but look at her move now.

Would you look at that?

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