Cassidy Red Page #3

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and take it as a compliment.

They say that when lovers are pulled

apart by fate and circumstance,

their bond

is only strengthened,

as if the heart responds

to challenge with resolve.

Are you an authority

on love, Cricket?

May I continue?

Josephine Cassidy

was conceived and delivered

in that room right there,

daughter of Harley O'Houlihan,

one of the founding members of Belle

Vue's most profitable enterprise,

and Cort Cassidy,

part-time killer,

full-time drinker.

A young girl who grows up

in a saloon,

sees and hears things

no child should ever have to,

but when Harley went to work,

she'd banish her daughter

from the Belle

for days at a time.

Joe would ride out

to Cort's ranch

half a day's ride

south of Ruby.

Often as always,

Rowena would come along.

She was a product

of the barkeep taking liberties

with one of Harley's gals,

pretty young thing named Jill,

who died giving birth.

Nobody in Ruby paid Rowena

no never mind,

so she followed Joe back

and forth across that desert,

looked up to her

like a sister.

Besides the occasional meal,

Cort only really had one thing

to offer his daughter,

after all, even when

half in the bag,

he was still

a sinister shot.

( whistles )

Hey!

Back in them days,

a hired trigger like

Cort Cassidy

could wipe entire families

of Apache off their land,

spilling orphans

into the desert.

One of them orphans wandered

for months through open country

'till he made the mistake of

squatting the wrong property.

Hey.

What ya got there?

You're trespassing

on my father's land.

And that tree you're

digging in belongs to us.

So, whatever you have there

is now our property.

Hand it over.

Do you hear me,

Cochise?

I said, hand it over.

Give it to me!

( grunts )

Hey!

( boy groans )

( boy moans )

Tom Hayes, you're

a bully and a thief.

Leave the poor Apache alone.

Can't you see he's a half wit?

I'm gonna knock the teeth out

of your head, you little whore.

Call me that again.

He's just a jackass,

you know?

A donkey.

A burro.

Do you talk?

I'm not gonna take it,

you silly redskin,

I just wanna see it.

You better

light outta here.

Tommy's gonna be back

with his daddy soon,

and then you've

really had it.

He knows where you

hide that thing now.

Can't very well

leave it behind.

It'll be gone by morning.

Come on, then.

Come on!

That jackass will

never look in here.

He's scared of snakes.

Ha! I knew you

could understand me.

What's in there that's

so damn important anyway?

Yaqui silver?

Them missionaries

teach you to talk?

Y'all scalp 'em afterward?

What the hell's this for?

( musical pinging )

I think that's the most

wonderful horrible sound

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