Arizona Page #4

It wasn't much.

Need some needles and another sack

of flour for those gol-darned pies.

Those gol-darned pies

are making you a good living.

Better ways than that to get ahead.

How much are your needles?

Quarter apiece.

25 cents?

Why, you old Scotchman.

What do you have to do,

find them in a haystack?

Well, you know

the cost of hauling over land.

Especially when freighting men like Ward

charge us twice what it's worth.

What about Ochoa?

He's bringing in goods at fair prices.

Well, he can't supply everybody.

There's a business for you. Freighting.

Plenty of room for another honest outfit.

Yeah, I reckon so.

Well, how many needles you want?

Two's plenty.

Johnny, take a sack of flour

over to Miss Phoebe's right away.

Wagons, oxen, mules...

and plenty of good strong men

that aren't afraid of hard work.

Also Indians.

That's part of living here.

I own a wagon

that's fit to haul anything anywhere...

four horses...

and I got enough money

to buy oxen and another wagon.

Solomon, I wouldn't be surprised

to see myself in the freighting business.

Why, I thought you was aiming to own

the biggest cattle ranch in Arizona.

That's right, and here's a better way

of getting it than selling pies.

You're forgetting you'd be bucking up

against Lazarus Ward.

- He don't like to play.

- Ochoa's doing all right against him.

Two wagons.

You'd always have to be waiting

for somebody else's train to set out...

so as you could join for protection.

Four wagons would do the trick.

Four wagons could travel alone.

I'll get along with two.

Phoebe...

you and me think lots alike.

We both got confidence

this country's going to grow.

Now, I didn't drive no mule teams

across here...

with every cent I had...

without figuring that more people are

going to be coming here all the time.

Being the man

who opened the first store in Tucson...

you ought to know

which way the wind's blowing.

Phoebe, it looks like

you got yourself a partner.

Shake.

Now, I'll put up money enough for

two more wagons and some oxen. Then...

Say, where are we going to find

a good man...

to head the outfit on the trail?

- They're darn scarce.

- Yeah.

Leave it to me. I'll get him.

See you later, partner.

Got all day.

Good morning, Mr. Muncie.

Good morning.

I was hoping to buy a pie for breakfast,

but you was out.

- Hello, Phoebe.

- Howdy.

There's something that might be worth

talking about, Mr. Muncie.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you mind going someplace

where it's not quite so noisy?

Wherever you say.

Somebody rob you again?

No.

I've been thinking about something

for quite a spell.

I just settled it.

You seem mighty pleased.

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