The Furies Page #3

and my word's enough for the folks.

Call 'em T.C.s.

Folks should like 'em, too,

and why not?

I give 'em better paper

than they use in Washington.

And my motto is

amicus humani generis -

"friend of the human race" -

which is six more letters of Latin

than e pluribus unum.

And to boot I give 'em art.

Picture of a lulu of a girl riding a bull.

Fine fiigure, ain't she?

How many of these I.O.U. S of yours

are still outstanding?

- How much do you owe?

- Piddlir amount. Piddlir amount.

Makes a complication.

I'd better bring this situation

to Mr. Anaheim's attention.

Get out.

You and bobtail talk ofT.C.s.

- If I've inconvenienced you -

- Get out!

Good night, Father.

So you, uh, say you'll have to

see Old Anaheim.

That's fiine. You trek on back to San Francisco

and palaver it out with the old red-eye.

Of course, you understand.

I understand.

Yeah. Duty- and honor-bound and such.

Yeah. Matter of fact,

I'll trek back with ya.

That'll be fiine, sir.

Matter of fact,

I'll take Chiquita along.

- What?

- They say travel's improving.

Uh, Mrs. Reynolds, your wife, might get

a real pleasure out of, uh, meeting Chiquita.

Uh, might help to improve

Chiquita considerable.

In view of the small amount

outstanding, I -

I don't think it'll be necessary

to mention the T.C. S to Mr. Anaheim.

Reynolds, it's always a real pleasure

to do business with a gentleman.

Uh, there'll be a conveyance for you

at the railroad at sunup.

Ah, that Clay.

He's always laughing at us, isn't he?

Clay's marryir Carol Ann Weadick.

She'll bring him Bar Double X when her pa dies.

Ah, it's lucky for Clay,

'cause I'll give him no part ofThe Furies.

- And that takes care of Clay.

- For a fact.

And I got to admit I'm none too catty

at runnir The Furies myself.

Oh, I know I was good

at puttir it together.

Startir from scratch, hookir one piece

of land onto another, but...

this money talk with puny moneymen.

- Runnir The Furies ain't for me.

- Which takes care of you.

- Which leaves who to run The Furies?

- Which leaves me.

Can you run it?

Wouldrt speak well for me if I couldn't.

It's what you've trained me for, isn't it?

- Only one thing can waddle it up.

- What's that?

- The man you take to husband.

- My husband will be my choice, not yours.

Maybe so. Maybe no.

See here. Here's half the money I got

from Anaheim's Bank- $50,000.

- Good sum.

- It's yours for a dowry if you pick a man I could favor.

One I could sit down to table with

and not dislodge my chow.

You sound like you'd rather I never married.

You won't have it easy fiindir a man.

I've spoiled most of'em for ya.

You'd want a man like me, who'd

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