The Bravados Page #2

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You're wasting good lumber.|A tree would have done.

They were sentenced to be hanged,|not lynched.

-Primo?|-Yes, sir.

-They giving you any trouble?|-No.

-Feed 'em?|-They ate.

All right, come here.

On your feet! All of you!

I said move! Now!

-Can you spare a smoke, stranger?|-Shut up!

What are you gonna do? Punish us if we talk?

I was hopin' you'd bring us a woman, Sheriff.

Like to know their names?

No.

Much obliged.

Who's that, Sheriff?

-Don't you know him?|-I never saw him before in my life.

He came to see you hang.

-This is the last night. Watch 'em.|-Yes, sir.

And don't talk to 'em.|If they want anything, call me.

-Sheriff?|-Hm?

You think I might get off|long enough to go to church tonight?

I'll see. I'll do what I can.

-Parral, Father Bailey's here to see you.|-I told you to keep him outta here!

-Your mother's with him.|-I don't wanna see her either!

Primo.

-What time is it?|-I don't talk to you.

You're the only one|we got nothin' against, Primo.

Primo takes good care of us. We all love him.

-Well, I don't love you.|-Sure you do!

First time I have a little nio,|I'm gonna name him Primo, after you.

You joke when you should be praying.

Get down!

What you thinkin', Zach?

Wonderin' who that stranger is.

-The way he looked, he didn't come to help.|-I can't place him.

He seemed to know you.|He looked at you the hardest.

-Lujn.|-Mm?

You ever see that man before?

No, but he's got the face of a hunter.

Zach, we don't have much time.

-Don't you think we know that?|-We can'tjust wait here.

Go ahead, bang your head on the bars|and yell. They'll hang you right now.

Why, you say the darndest things sometimes.|Good evening, Mr Steinmetz.

Hello, Tom.

Emma, you know where|I put my stomach powders?

-Oh, yes, Father.|-Would you get me one?

Just in case.

Tom, Emma is a fine girl.

Yes, sir. I think so too.

The world's big and there are many wonderful|places in it, and I'd like Emma to see them.

-Well, sir, I want...|-Let me finish, Tom.

I was a pedlar when I came here. It's taken a|quarter of a century to make what I got today.

And now I am too old to enjoy it.

I want Emma to enjoy it.

But not in this out-of-the-way small town.

I want her to marry some man|who lives in Philadelphia or Boston.

Has his business there.|Mixes with educated people.

-Am I wrong to want that for her, Tom?|-No, sir.

Right now, Emma thinks she loves you.|I guess she does.

But she's never had a chance|to meet anyone else.

I want to give her that chance.

-Now, what has he been telling you?|-About Philadelphia and Boston.

Gosh. Wouldn't you love to go there?

-Good evening, Sheriff.|-Good evening, Mr Steinmetz.

Emma. Tom.

Must be big doings in church tonight.|Looks like everyone in town is going.

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