Rooster Cogburn Page #2

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So don't waste your preachin'

tryin' to convert us.

Please do not strip these people

of their dignity with liquor

and your worldly ways.

We beg you.

This is for your collecting plate.

Now, will you leave us be?

We're gonna camp here,

rest our horses

and take our pleasures,

with no more preachin'

from God's servants.

A brand from the burning.

- What's that you say?

Our work, sir,

is to pluck brands from the burning.

If you don't want to be plucked,

then at least show us courtesy.

I do believe you're better

at cluckin' than at pluckin'.

You're an unpleasant sort of fellow.

I'm the boldest sinner on the

Arkansas River. People remember me.

Only evil can come of your presence.

Temptation is the Devil's spawn.

You callin' the Devil, Mister?

- You do the Devil's work.

I'd shoot a man of the cloth

or a lady. So don't provoke me.

I'm not afraid. I wear God's armor.

I do not fear what man can do to me.

I do not fear a skunk.

I simply do not care for his odor.

I'm warnin' you.

You have ridden the Hoot-Owl Trail

and tasted the fruits of evil.

But justice will

catch up with you to demand payment.

The Lord is my Shepherd,

I shall not want.

He maketh me

to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths

of righteousness in His name.

Yea, though I walk through

the valley of death, I fear no evil,

for Thou art with me.

I've had enough Sunday school.

Out of my sight, both of you.

Thy rod and thy staff,

they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me in all my days.

And I will dwell in the house...

She put the fear of God

into you, Hawk?

Rooster, welcome.

- Bagby. - Good to have you back.

Huntin' trip?

- You might say. Big game.

The Hawk. You seen him?

- He went through here yesterday.

With a wagonload of heavy cargo.

Had nine men with him.

Which way'd they go?

- Fort Ruby way.

The Winding Stair Mountains.

Took the trail out of Webber's Falls.

Fort Ruby? Last time

I heard of that it was just a memory.

There's still a settlement.

Mostly Indians.

Run by a Yankee preacher

and his daughter.

Judge Parker's promised me a posse.

When it gets here, if it gets here,

send it on after me.

I ain't waitin'.

Why don't you have

some of Winona's catfish stew?

I'd love to,

Winona, but the trail's hot.

If I had my druthers, I'd pull a cork

and jaw with you. So long.

See you later.

Give him a drink. He's thirsty.

- There's gonna be trouble.

He's thirsty. You want it, do you?

I want him to drink every drop.

Come on, make him drink it.

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