The Shooting of Caribou Lou Page #2

All right, Coley, get quiet now.

Duck back down.

Don't say nothin' at all.

I'm gonna... get down.

Will!

It's a woman.

Will ya look.

Will ya just look at that.

I'd be grateful if you'd

sell me one of your horses.

You didn't arrive all to here afoot.

My horse stumbled and

broke a leg. I shot him.

I'll pay you well for a good

horse and for some shelter.

And if you would help me, please,

I need to get my things off my horse.

Well, I'd sure be glad to, ma'am.

Wouldn't we, Will?

No trouble at all.

I'd like the brown one.

The bay?

Oh, well, that bay there is Will's.

His, I mean, ma'am.

I like that one.

Well, main thing is,

I believe Will, he does too.

I like the brown one!

I'm gon' give you that

black over there, miss.

He belonged to a dead man,

so's you don't have to pay for him.

Coley, fetch Leland's pony

out with just a bridle on her.

What about Coigne's, Will?

Well, he looks stove up.

Then I don't wanna be stuck with him.

Are you looking at me, Mr. Gashade?

How do you come by that name?

I hear you're a bounty

hunter, Mr. Gashade.

- I wouldn't name myself as that.

- No?

It was just a way of

making wages once.

- And now?

- Mining suits me just.

Well, you look less

than prosperous at it.

How much would you ask to take me

across the Supuecio to Kingsley?

I ain't askin'.

I told you I'd pay you very well.

And I said I'm doing just fine.

Look at me, Mr. Gashade.

Without perishing from the

tricks of my own mind...

how could I possibly get

to Kingsley on my own?

Well, I ain't the only one

knows the way, ma'am.

But it's you I'm asking.

Please think about it.

That's just what I'm doing.

Really nice pony you had here, miss.

Looks to me like you run

him to death though.

Good pony like this hard to come by.

What'd you shoot him for?

There ain't a broke or

unsound bone in his body.

I'll give you 500 now and

500 when we get there.

How long would it take?

Two weeks? Three?

How much gold could you dig out of

this mine in three weeks, Mr. Gashade?

Three weeks?

Let me figure.

Oh, I'd say, bein' it's a...

pretty dead hole, why...

Well, it wouldn't be

a hell of a much.

Would you say, Will?

Yeah, I done the best

I could for ol' Lee.

By the time I got out my gun to help,

why, he was already dead.

And what with Will's

brother run off...

well, there was only me to

do the best I know how...

for ol' Leland Drum.

It isn't April.

- What's that?

- It's March.

Oh.

"His good friend in... March?"

She don't like me much.

I don't know.

Sure holds out good wages though.

Yep.

But for what she don't say.

Take her to Kingsley, she say.

We'll see.

We're goin'?

I don't know.

What, Will?

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