Tall in the Saddle Page #2

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- What's going on with him?

- Just a little matter of the law.

- Rustling.

- A thief.

- I tell you...

- Save it!

Matter of fact, Bob here says

the hide he saw yesterday...

had the KC brand on it.

What do you intend doing about it?

The law's pretty harsh around here

on cattle thieves.

Of course, we don't want

to make no mistake with an old-timer...

How about the owner of that beef?

Might he not have something

to say about it?

- Meaning?

- Red Cardell.

He's the owner of the KC, isn't he?

You're way behind the herd, mister.

Red Cardell died three weeks ago.

- Was murdered, you mean.

- That's right.

Shot in the back not far from here.

Maybe he was getting onto things...

about the cattle that's been missing

from the KC lately.

- I tell you, I never had no hide.

- You got beef.

Yeah, and I got a bill of sale for it, too.

Suppose you let me see that bill of sale.

Sure. It's right out here.

Like I said, I wouldn't want to

make no mistake with an old-timer.

That's her. The old one.

- She ain't got no legs.

- Hold your tongue!

And you.

Stop staring as if we were monsters.

We have to have another drink.

- Where's Stan?

- He's inside, explaining away a hide.

It seems they're eating stolen beef.

Somebody's loco.

Stan might give house-room

to a little dead beef...

but he'd never be fool enough

to leave the hide laying around.

How about it, Zeke?

That's the way it is, Dave.

- It's you, huh?

- Yeah, your old pal Bob Clews.

Get away from me,

you two-timing horse thief.

Them's fighting words, partner.

Stan, don't let them hang nothing on you

you ain't done.

They're just a couple of four flushers,

the pair of them.

- Everybody knows that.

- Crazy drunk.

Sure I'm drunk.

That's why I'm telling the truth.

I'm drunk, and I'll say what I think.

I'll say what I know.

Don't act up this ways, Dave.

There's women watching.

- Take your dirty paws off me.

- What he needs is a short lay-down.

Me and Bob will look after him.

Come on, Bob. We're his friends.

Take your hands off me.

I can take care of myself.

Careful, now. Don't hurt him.

How are things standing now

between you and the law?

All right, I reckon.

I guess this bill of sale kind of winded him.

Lucky you saved it.

- We laid him down. He went right to sleep.

- Good.

Sorry to have a ruckus like this

in front of you ladies...

but Dave's an ornery old cuss

when he gets going.

Too drunk to drive on, I'm afraid.

Don't worry, ma'am.

Bob here will take you on in.

He knows every inch

of the road, don't you?

- You bet.

- I'm driving.

But if anything was to happen

to the ladies, I'd feel to blame.

Don't.

Senor.

- Did they do it?

- They hit him with a pistola.

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