The Fighting Kentuckian Page #3

Gentlemen, your host - Paul De Marchand,

general of a division

of the armies of France,

lately commanding the Emperor's Guard.

- Emperor Napoleon, sir?

- Yes, Captain.

Kentucky, hut!

Present arms!

Order... arms!

Thank you, Captain, and welcome.

- The bar is right over there.

- Dismissed!

Thank you, sir.

Here's something for your throat.

Well, thanks, Willie.

- Ahh.

- Mmm, that's right soothing.

Yeah, considering

how far we've marched.

But for downright drinking,

we've got something in Kentucky...

Here.

Take care of Betsy-Anne for me, will you?

Miss De Marchand?

Why, of course! Monsieur Breen.

I should have recognized the song.

Yes, ma'am. That's why I was singing.

Hello, you.

Hello, John Breen.

Oh, Mama, may I present

John Breen of Kentucky?

- How do you do, monsieur?

- Charmed, ma'am.

Meet another Kentuckian - Captain Carroll.

- Captain, Madame De Marchand.

- My pleasure, ma'am.

Are you two gentlemen

old friends of my daughter?

Well, not exactly.

- We met in Mobile.

- 10 days ago.

You both know

Monsieur Randolph?

Yes, ma'am.

Seems like the wrestling's

been decided in a hurry.

There being no other contestants,

this gallon of rum is awarded to Jacques.

Hold it right there, mister.

Did you say "gallon of rum"?

Yes. The first prize for the wrestling

is a gallon of Jamaica rum,

donated by Mr. Blake Randolph.

What do we have to do to win it?

Just throw Jacques.

If one of you gentlemen

would like to try it, just step this way.

Let's get in on this.

Oh, they're just horse playing, General.

All right, ladies, here come

the broken heads.

- Captain Carroll? Captain Carroll?!

- Yes, sir.

- Your men.

- Yes, sir!

Kentucky, come on, break it up!

Have you any idea who you were hitting?!

Stop them, John Breen, please.

They'll spoil everything.

Oh, it's nothing but a little...

Excuse me, ma'am.

Willie! Willie!

Blow!

- No, the bugle. Blow!

Come on, Kentucky!

- What in the world was that?

- Mess call.

- What?

- Mess call.

Mess call?! Mess call!

Kentucky, get in line!

Let me down, oh, hangman

Please let me down a while

I think I see my lover comin'

Ridin' many a mile

Oh, lover, have you brought me gold?

Enough to set me free?

Or have you come to see me hangin'

On the gallows tree?

Who, uh... who is she?

Oh, that's Ann Logan. She arrived

during dinner with George Hayden.

The big fella that rode with you

and Blake Randolph?

- That's the man.

- I saw him over there.

She works for him at the Hawk and Horn.

- That's a tavern.

- Oh.

I, uh, notice that the ladies

didn't crowd around.

I don't suppose she has a very good time,

yet Hayden takes her everyplace.

- Does he go everyplace?

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