3 Godfathers Page #3

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And he'll be there, setting waiting.

He can keep squatting on his hunkers

from now till Christmas...

'cause we ain't gonna be there.

We're doubling back on our tracks

to Terrapin Tanks.

- But that's up to the north.

- We'll get our water.

We'll hole up in the piney woods

until the Kid feels better.

Then while that marshal's sitting,

getting calluses on his rump...

we'll set out to the east...

jump the tracks there,

and be over the border.

Yes, that's good.

But where are we gonna get some water?

It looks like you and me are gonna chew

a lot of barrelhead cactus...

if we can find any.

Kid gets the canteen.

All right, Kid. Come on.

Get in the saddle.

- What are you doing?

- I'm tired of riding.

Besides, it cost me nothing.

It come with the horse.

Wind's getting hot.

S, what they call in my country

a "Santa Ana... "

from the clouds of dust...

that follow the cavalry

of the illustrious General Santa Ana.

Let's make for that draw!

Kid, are you all right?

My shoulder. It kind of throbs.

- Could I have a little water, Bob? Please?

- Sure, Kid.

Take it slow.

That's enough.

Where did you picket the horses?

I tied the horses right there to the bushes.

But devils must have come in

the middle of the night and let them loose.

My God!

But what have I done to deserve this?

I was always a good person.

That's what happens to me

after my decision to come here...

to this land, with these two fools.

- Shut up!

- What did I do to end up with these idiots?

Looks like we've got to walk a piece.

Well, what are we waiting for?

- Perley Sweet, what are you doing here?

- Hello, Miss Florie.

You seen three men come through here

begging for water?

If I'd seen anything like pants

around here...

they wouldn't have had to beg

for anything.

Come on, Curly,

get that stock off of there, will you?

- We ain't got all day.

- I'm doing the best I can, Marshal!

- Come on, Curly, move!

- Hurry it up, will you?

Wait a minute!

What are you getting excited about?

I'm not excited. Come on, boys.

Fixing to stay here for a while?

Lordy! If this ain't

a Christmas present for me.

A whole passel of men!

- Come on.

- That's right.

- How's Cousin Carrie Lou doing?

- Right pert, Florie. Come on, Curly!

Well, her loss is my gain.

There ain't been a soul around here

to listen to me...

- since my old cat got tired and left.

- I'll bet it was a tomcat.

Can I drag it now, Buck?

- I'm 16 hours and 29 minutes late.

- Drag it, Luke.

- Get that on there, boys.

- Drag it, Jake.

There she is, men. Water!

Lots of water.

What is it?

You hear anything?

Cover me, Pete.

There's a fine old state of affairs

at the tanks.

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