The Petrified Forest Page #2

Good evening.

Could I...

order something to eat?

Why, certainly. Miss Maple will

be glad to take care of you.

Thank you.

Wait a minute. Is

your dad going to town?

Why, yes.

Okay.

Will you sit down, sir?

Thank you.

- Do you live around here?

- No. No, a tourist afoot.

My last host of the road

dropped me about 10 miles back.

Still, it's wonderful what progress

you can make just by doing this:

Thanks.

"Today's special."

Tell me, just what

is a "Bar-B-Q"?

Well, here it's a hamburger sandwich

with some vegetables on the side.

It's always today's special.

- It's pretty good.

- It is?

Unless we have a sandstorm.

Well, I'll have it. First of all, I'd

like some cream of corn soup, some beer...

- and I'll order the dessert later.

- Okay.

Thank... Oh, another

question. Where am I?

Well, this place is

called Black Mesa.

Black Mesa.

How intriguing.

Where are you planning to go?

My plans have been uncertain.

Oh, just hoboing along.

Call it "gypsy-ing."

I had a vague idea I'd like

to see the Pacific Ocean...

or perhaps drown in

it. But that depends.

Where did you come from?

Quite a long way, Miss Maple.

- That is the name, isn't it?

- Yes, that's it.

- Are you English?

- No.

You might call me an

American once removed.

- But if you wouldn't mind...

- The soup will be in in a minute.

The washroom is through

that door if you want it.

Thank you.

- Oh, good evening.

- Good evening.

- Anyone take your order?

- Yes, a charming young lady.

That's my daughter.

- Gee willikers, ain't that great? Look.

- Ain't what great?

Duke Mantee and his gang

are around here someplace.

- There's his picture.

- Well, if he heads this way...

we Black Horse Vigilantes

will handle that gent.

- You would?

- Of course. That's what we're for.

If you'd take my advice, I wouldn't

start any shooting in that getup.

- Why not?

- I never see'd a better target.

Yeah? Well, you needn't

be afraid about me.

Afraid? I ain't afraid.

But I would be if I was you.

- I took 5 bucks, Gabby.

- Why'd you need all that for?

Just in case of emergency.

Say, between the two of you...

you'd think I wasn't fit to be

trusted with money, ideas or anything.

Well, let me tell you, the

both of you, that I've...

Oh, well.

- Gramp?

- Yes?

Gramp, what are you

doing back there?

Can't you let your old grandpappy

have a little snifter now?

No. You can have one

before you go to bed.

Well, I'm sleepy now.

Gramp.

- Your soup is ready, my friend.

- Oh, thanks.

- It looks good too.

- Thank you.

Look out, look out. That's

The Denver Post. Here you are.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Oh, say, look. Look, look.

There's a picture of Duke Mantee.

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