The Missouri Breaks Page #4

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the man's face.

I don't want to hear about it, miss.

Thank you for your information,

Mr Braxton.

I'll go over to the cooperage and ask

Mr Cannon about them four sections.

Pleasure to meet you too, miss.

Welcome to town, now.

Damn, I feel better now.

- Damned if I don't.

- Me too.

Oh, God! You didn't cut him down yet.

We did! That's...

Whoa!

- Oh...

- Oh, Pete.

My God. They've killed my man.

- Si, are we gonna go to that whorehouse?

- Where the hell you clodhoppers been at?

File that. We got it.

Let's go for a ride.

I wanna go to a whorehouse,

play cards, get drunk.

We can go to the whorehouse later.

Ain't you got no pride of ownership?

I buy you a brand-new ranch.

Do you wanna ride out and look at it?

Hell, we own it, we can go anytime.

Let's go for a drink.

- Let's play cards...

- Let's go to the whorehouse.

You're gonna have to pick and choose

on that cos the money's about all gone.

- The money can't be gone.

- Well, it is and I'm glad.

- I'm glad too.

- Why?

Because robbin' trains is...

We start a pattern of robbin' trains

and we're gonna get detectives.

From then, you can back

the calendar down till they hang us.

That's why.

I still think we should rob a bank.

Rob trains, rob a bank.

- All right, let's go to the whorehouse.

- Mm-mm.

You here for a party?

- That's right.

- What kind of a party?

Well...

You got any girls?

Go on, Si.

The girls here can show you

to the party rooms.

I like them ribbons.

Anybody want anything to eat?

Well, is he the one that I want.

You just come right on up here with me.

Where are the chubby ones?

I want a chub...

Oh, yeah.

Ain't that a match-up?

Ain't that a match-up?

Just like you and your horse, Little Tod.

- That one got away!

- You'll pay for that.

In my home town,

I'm considered a dangerous person.

Yeah? In your home town a man can get

a bad reputation for smokin' corn silk.

Cary'll stay at the breaks,

but somebody must tend this place.

I can tell you one damn thing,

it isn't gonna be me.

Agh!

I got you! Told you I was gonna get you,

you son of a b*tch.

Here! How about this?

I like this place, Cal.

- Yeah.

- I like it quiet.

Cary, don't throw them tools

down there like that, please.

I spent my first 18 years

on one of these goddamn things,

workin' for my uncle that raised me.

I worked myself cross-eyed too.

About the only thing I had for distraction

was this dog.

I'd had the dog since it was ten years old.

And he shot it...

for stickin' its tongue on a pat of butter.

So I stayed one more night.

And I killed his seed bull,

I rustled every damn horse he had

including a racer that I sold as

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