The Fighting Kentuckian Page #5

And if things don't pan out the way

you expect, you come a-running.

Thank you!

Good luck, Breen!

Tell those Frenchies they're all right.

Drat the luck.

Five years with Andy Jackson

and look at me -

late for formation.

Phew.

I was laying up under that big sycamore

just as comfortable as could be.

Didn't even hear first call.

You can catch them if you hurry.

That's what I'm fixing to do.

Soon as I catch my wind.

Maybe we could chase after them together.

Maybe.

No hurry, though.

I reckon not.

Willie, you old dog-robber,

how'd you fix it?

Well, Captain Carroll thought

I'd better stay here

to see that you didn't get

into too much trouble.

You got your wind, Mr. Paine?

Just about, Mr. Breen.

- Shall we go?

- After you, Mr. Breen.

Together, Mr. Paine.

We have 600 miles more to go

We have 600 miles more to go

But these people want to pay here

So we think we'd better stay here

We have 600 miles more to go

Sister Hattie told me

about those Kentuckians.

She says they act bashful

and man you all over the place

and the first thing you know...

Chrie, don't worry about it.

Leave everything to Papa.

You must admit that there is no comparison

between Blake Randolph

and your penniless John Breen.

Yes, Mama.

There is no comparison.

Was Papa always a general?

Was Papa what?

Was Papa always a general?

I seem to remember you...

The first time I met your father, he was

rushing through the streets of Paris

wearing a funny little hat and shouting

of liberty, equality and brotherhood.

Then he wasn't a general.

He wasn't even working.

No one was working in Paris those days.

When the mob stormed into Versailles

I got separated from my mother,

who ran to defend the Queen

with the other ladies-in-waiting.

All of a sudden, I was surrounded

by a dozen ruffians all brandishing pikes.

Your father happened to be one of them.

He grabbed a hold of my arm

and he shouted,

"Citizens, we better get out of here."

- What did you do?

- I put on a funny hat and went with him.

Fleurette, you are the one!

Oh, Mama!

How do I look?

Mmm, fine.

Mr. Breen?

Where are you going with my hat?

Well, a fella can't wear a coonskin cap

with an outfit like this.

Takes a beaver.

That's my putting away hat.

- Your what?

- My putting away hat.

Three generations of Paine have worn

this hat right to the brink of eternity.

Be careful of it, will you?

That hat was given to me by my

great-great-great-grand-uncle Daniel.

Daniel Boone?

He got it for outrunning a bear.

Whoa, oh, oh.

Willie.

Say, uh...

- You don't think I'm too dressed up?

- Oh, no.

People like the De Marchands

dress up every night like that.

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