The Last Sunset Page #3

Say, it just happens that I'm

just headed for Texas right now.

Crazy Horse. Of course,

it isn't Frio County,

but you'd die a lot closer to home

than if I had to kill you here.

All right, let's go.

I'm running these

cattle up there.

You?

Yeah.

With a drunken owner, no trail

boss, a few vaqueros and myself.

What do you want in that outfit

you're willing to risk a hanging for?

Why don't you ride over

and find out?

Why not?

You know, Sheriff, this is Mexico.

Your warrant's no good here.

I'll serve it as soon as

we cross the Rio Grande.

Is that the gentleman you were

telling me about, Mr. O'Malley?

That's him.

They need a trail boss.

Mmm-hmm.

With just the two of us riding,

I can always keep you in sight.

But trailing cattle, it'd be too

easy to catch a bullet in the back.

I hope Mr. O'Malley has discussed the

possibilities of your joining up with us?

He has.

I'm not interested.

Why that's most unsettling.

I was counting on it.

You have any idea what

you're getting yourself into?

There's nothing on that trail

but rustlers and Indians.

And Johnny Rebs who crossed the border to

steal what they couldn't win in a fair fight.

I do beg your pardon.

I almost lost a leg

at Fredericksburg

in as fair a fight as

this world has ever seen.

I'm a Virginian and an officer

in the armies of the Confederacy.

I'm from Virginia, too,

except I served under Grant.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Oh, forgive me. My dear,

allow me to present Mr...

Stribling.

Dana Stribling.

Mr. Stribling, my wife.

Almost forgot her.

I don't see how that

could be possible.

Well, bravo, you are

really a Virginian.

Why don't I show Mr.

Stribling around the place?

Might help him

change his mind.

That's a mighty

good idea, Mr. O'Malley.

It's right gracious of you.

Ma'am.

You know, I've got a nasty

feeling I've seen you before.

You were too drunk

to remember.

Bents Fort, Colorado.

So broke you were making

up rhymes for whiskey.

One free drink,

one free verse.

What's the matter?

Cost you a drink?

I'm gonna see that

you hang, O'Malley.

Ooh! Hanging's

a long-time proposition.

Well, Mr. Breckenridge, to

pull the 1,000 head of cattle,

you need two good point riders, four

swing riders, and one man on the tail.

You need a man to drive the mules, a

trail cook, a wrangler for the horses,

plus four horses in the

remuda for each rider.

I got plenty of horses

in the remuda.

My wife drove a chuck wagon

coming down here

and she's perfectly willing

to drive one going back.

And she's an

excellent trail cook.

Then she counts

for two men.

You've married well.

You ride, miss?

Oh, yes. I can even

work cattle on a horse.

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