Yellow Sky Page #2

How long are you gonna stay here?

Four or five days maybe.

Hard to say.

It ain't far to Alkali.

You can make it easy if you try.

Horses need rest.

So do we.

I ain't got enough

in the house to feed six men.

We got money, if that's

what's botherin' you.

I don't want your money.

I just want you to get outta here.

We aim to. Meanwhile,

we can't live on fresh air.

Now, listen, lady. I don't know why

I'm standin' here arguing with you.

There's six of us, and

we usually take what we want.

Not from around here.

All right, lady.

If that's the way you feel about it.

I don't like women

who act so high and-

Why, you dirty, little-

I wouldn't go stirrin'up no trouble

with that girl if I was you, young fella.

Quite a punch

you got there, ma'am.

Come in mighty handy

when you get married.

You're right, son.

She's as tough as a pine nut.

She oughta be.

She was raised with Apaches.

- Apaches?

- Yeah. Fine people if you understand them.

- Any of'em around here?

- Oh, from time to time.

- Come on, Grandpa.

- Just a minute.

What about that food?

Do we get it peaceful

or don't we?

Well, we might arrange

for one night, Mike...

seein' what a lean belly he's got.

I'll send a couple

of the boys up after it.

You shouldn't have given in

to him like that, Grandpa.

I know what I'm doin'.

Don't feed 'em, and right away

they begin "suspicioning."

[Laughing]

Now, you act as if nothing

had happened and leave this to me.

What you goin' to all

that trouble for, Dude?

- You ain't hardly seen her yet.

- He's seen her all right.

Course, it was kinda worm's-eye view-

him right at her feet eatin' dust.

What do you reckon a girl like her's

doin' anyway livin' in a town like this?

The old man's

a prospector, most likely.

A little loony. Lots of old-timers

like him all through these hills.

- Yeah, but her?

- Somebody's got to look after the old fool.

Hmm. Look!

Kinda cute-lookin', ain't she?

Right nice swing to them hips too.

Yeah. And when she tucks in that shirt-

Better let me help you

with that bucket, ma'am.

- Looks heavy.

- I can manage.

Just the same, ma'am, somebody oughta help

you carry that bucket up to the house.

Well, now wait a minute, lady.

You don't mean you'd shoot

a big, handsome fellow like me?

[Laughs]

If you got to shoot somebody...

why, pick on Half Pint or Walrus.

They don't amount to nothin'nohow.

I've told you once.

Well, as long as I'm goin'

your way anyhow-

[Stretch] You heard what she said.

Sit down.

- But I was just-

- Shut up.

- I got a right to-

- Shut up!

You gotta hit some people

in the head with an ax.

Now, listen, all of you. I'm figurin' on

layin' up here for three or four days...

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