The Missouri Breaks Page #5

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a cow pony to an Indian rancher,

and I took the whole damn remuda.

I come within a hair's breadth

of sendin' him to kingdom come.

I was that close to shootin'

that son of a b*tch in the brainpan.

I never did have that kind of background.

Never had nothin' neither.

My folks always wanted a place.

They was good people,

so I always saw it with their eyes.

I can see that.

But when you think about it, you wouldn't

want the weight of a damn place like this.

Do you do alterations too, ma'am?

Nope.

And I don't do

your wire-ripped shirts neither.

There you go.

Si, you're beginnin' to sound

like a real old lady.

What do you say

we just jump this pissant seamstress?

You guys are soon gonna learn

to treat me nice.

- Yahoo!

- Whoa! Watch it!

Come on! I'll kill ya.

Everybody's so scared of the Mounties

that nobody even tries.

The horses are hardly guarded.

- You talkin' to me about Canada again?

- You're goddamn right I am.

Them Mounties scares me, Cal.

Hell, they scare everybody.

That's why it'll be so easy.

The Indians won't touch them horses.

We can take all 60 of them ponies

at a walk.

All Canadian government brand?

Until we can get 'em to the breaks for

modification, and then down here to relay.

That doesn't quite

settle it though, does it?

No, it don't.

Someone's gonna have to stay here.

Well, it isn't gonna be me.

It's gotta be one of the two of us,

and I'll tell you one thing.

You had all the fun on that train

while I baby-sat these savages.

I'm going to Canada for sure.

That's settled. That's it.

I gotta stay on this

goddamn piece of ground.

Goddamn! I can't even believe this!

That is pitiful.

You a**holes will just get lost.

- He was the best foreman.

- He was the only foreman I ever had.

- Pete Marker was a hard man.

- He surely was, David.

He could break a horse better than

the bronc fighters. He could do every job.

He was a great ramrod.

He personified the American West

in the days of its rowdy youth.

- Sure did.

- Excuse me.

- Lee Clayton.

- Oh, my God, you gave me a scare.

- All I could see was your horse.

- That was all you were meant to see.

Is the owner about?

Who may I say is calling?

Lee Clayton. I just said that.

I have a short memory.

Well, I'll tell Daddy that you're here,

and then I can get back

to what I was doing before.

Tell him Lee Clayton from Medicine Hat,

Wyoming. Here on business.

- You got it?

- Yes.

- Come in. I've been expecting you.

- Oh, sir.

I don't know why it would not

have tired me more than it did,

to have travelled all this distance

without more than a catnap.

You've a wonderful set of books here, sir.

- Yes, I have.

- Truly, truly beautiful.

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