The Wild Stallion Page #2

are the horses we're showing

at the rodeo show in two weeks.

They are?

- They are.

- Then we can ride 'em!

Everybody in town can ride 'em.

[Engine shuts off]

You take credit cards?

Take cash.

- You don't take a credit card?

- You can read, can't you?

Right.

- There you go.

- Nice down payment.

[Clears throat]

You didn't make that

on a computer, though, did you?

[Chuckles]

No, it's real.

Do you know

where the Bear Mountain Ranch is?

- Of course.

- How far from here?

Couple hundred miles,

far as a crow flies.

Highway 89, right?

BILLY DON:
Nope.

- Well, the map says...

- Well, it don't get you there exactly.

It goes right past it,

and keeps going,

but you can get there.

Well, how long will it take to get us

to that, uh, little ranch, there?

About four hours, give or take,

but there ain't nothing there.

What, the ranch is gone?

Well, I didn't say that.

There ain't no cattle no more.

We're not looking for cattle.

Well, then you won't

be disappointed, then, will you?

Right.

Well, I'm gonna fill you up here, guys.

[Birds call, insects chirp]

[Horse neighs]

You just send 'em on down to us, boy.

Go on!

[Horse neighs]

HARDY:
You figure there's more?

Yeah. He'll bring 'em down.

Nolan's been patrollin' Horseshoe.

Don't mean diddly.

What if he sees us?

You sound like a 5-year-old, Virg.

I want you two

to head up to Horseshoe.

I'm gonna track the back side.

Meet me back here in two hours?

Yeah?

Don't make me wait.

Heeyah!

That Morg, he sure

has a temper on him, don't he?

He's a dangerous one, just as soon

shoot a mustang as catch it.

Oh, he wouldn't do that.

That'd cost him too much money.

You ain't knowed him

as long as I have.

Morgan Haynes loses his temper,

money don't mean squat.

You're pulling my leg.

He pulls out

that automatic.45 Colt of his,

you best hide and watch.

I heard about him doin' it.

[Scoffs]

A couple years back,

he couldn't get 'em

to follow his Judas horse.

He spent hours at it,

getting madder and madder.

Finally he lost it, went crazy.

Shot six horses, just like that.

Didn't bat an eye, I heard.

Cold as a snake.

Well, that's just plain mean.

Yeah. That's Morg Haynes.

[Engine turns off]

[Door shuts]

I'm Frank Mills.

My daughter wrote you a letter

about a photography project

she wants to do.

Sent it about six weeks ago,

more or less.

Oh, the tree hugger.

Excuse me?

You want to take pictures

of the mustangs, right?

Uh, yes, well, she did.

I'm trying to get shots of the

wild horses in their natural habitat.

Like I said, tree huggers.

Here. Sign this.

Uh, what is it?

It's a form

absolving the county of liability.

- It's a standard form.

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