Broken Lance Page #3

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would've let you see it.

I don't know why it is but

every wife thinks...

What are you trying to do, kill me?

- Finish the telling.

Nothing to tell. I just

sent them packing.

Money they said they wanted.

I pay'em, don't I?

They have all they needs on

the ranch, haven't they?

Haven't they?

Perhaps.

But I don't think it

is money they need.

They were stealing cattle to get it.

What is it they do need?

They are not my sons.

It is difficult to say.

I think it is you, my husband.

You have never given them

anything of yourself.

That's a lot of! That kind of talk!

I got a big ranch to run.

The biggest of the country.

Besides, I've built it all

up for'em, haven't I?

Al right, I built it for myself.

But it's theirs when I die.

Suppose I haven't given'em time.

Does that mean they've to grow

up to be cattle thieves?

You are the father.

They want to be part of you.

If you do not give yourself,

they take.

Even if it means stealing

something that is yours.

That's Indian talk, squaw talk.

I don't understand you.

You understand.

That's what makes you angry.

That and because you've sent'em away.

They are your sons.

They're not yours. If Joe had

done a thing like that...

Because they're not, I have tried

to love them as much as my own.

And you have too.

That must take a power. I know

nothing about. But as I say, Joe...

Joe wouldn't do that.

He's my son, yet I don't

know what he would do.

He is yours, and you do not.

Bring them back.

- No!

I sent'em away and that's that.

Let me.

Sore at me?

No.

It's only because

I don't understand.

You didn't get a very good bargain,

my little Princess.

I have never regretted it.

No all these years you haven't?

How have you stayed so beautiful?

Am I?

Still?

You know, the first day I saw you...

...riding that little paint pony...

...with the antelope skin

shirt and the beads...

...and the feather in your hair...

...I though there was nothing

in the world so beautiful.

I didn't know the half.

We have guests for dinner.

- Send them home.

But they're already here.

You go downstairs and pacify them.

- Without you?

What's the matter? Are you afraid?

- No.

They'll bow and smile

and be very polite.

They'd better.

They know that too.

Are you afraid of them?

I'm afraid of no one,

but you my husband.

Princess.

That sounds like it has

a little of the old Irish.

Are you sure you haven't any

Irishman before I came along?

There is no other Irishman

like you, my husband.

Princess.

Did you?

- No!

I...

Please don't.

Matt!

'Seora' Deveraux.

We've been waiting for you.

- Horace, my apologies. Sorry.

Clem, nice to see you.

Where's Grace? Couldn't she come?

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