The Last Hard Men Page #3

You know, if you was to get married

to that Hal fella...

you wouldn't have

to cook supper for me no more.

I'd have to cook supper for him anyway,

so, what's the difference?

And what makes you think

I wanna get married?

You mean to tell me I'm gonna be stuck

with you for the rest of my life?

I try to imagine how it would be.

And as you know...

Well, Hal isn't exactly...

Like your daddy?

I remember Mama telling me

that when you'd walk into a saloon...

men would jump out of windows

to get out of your way.

Your mama dearly loved to hear them

Wild West stories about me.

Tallest man in the territory.

Oh, no more. That's all finished.

Things are changing.

Look out the window.

Time was, you could see clear

to the end of the world.

No more. Time's changing.

Some days you wonder where it all went.

It's true, then?

I heard.

Are you going to get into it?

- I am into it.

- You retired.

This is just a loose end.

No, it isn't.

- Do you have to go?

- Yes.

Why?

Because I never knew

how to do anything else. Look...

Honey, there's a man coming for me.

I can't just sit there on the couch

and then wait for him.

Well, who? What kind of man?

Oh, a fellow named Provo

I put in Yuma prison a long time ago.

He's half Injun, all killer.

He wants to kill you. Why?

I reckon he's always been more than happy

to kill any man wearing a badge.

But I gave him cause to remember me.

Hey, what about my supper?

I'm not a little girl anymore.

Tell me.

Well, it was his last job.

Blew up a Santa Fe express train,

blew up four guards along with it.

We tracked him for four weeks.

Found him, finally, holed up in a hogan

down Salinas Springs way.

We had to shoot

the hell out of the place.

I was the first one in.

Kicked through the doors,

still shooting.

He was all finished.

Lying there, bad shot, looking up at me.

There was his woman.

Young Navajo girl.

- I still don't understand.

- She was dead.

- Killed in the shootout.

- Why didn't you ever tell me?

Well, it sure wasn't nothing

to brag about.

You killed her?

Maybe.

No way to tell. Provo surely thought so.

You can't blame him for that.

Does he have a chance?

I reckon he's the only man that does.

Susan?

Sorry I'm late.

Good evening, sir.

Well, you be sure

to take your shawl, now.

It's cold down by the river.

- Oh, Sam.

- I've been down there.

- You'll be here when I come home?

- Yeah, I'll be here.

Go on, now.

Brickman.

- Sir?

- It's always nice to see you.

You're welcome any time.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

What was all that...

"always nice to see you"

supposed to mean?

He never said anything like that before.

He's in a strange mood.

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