Conagher Page #3

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over there in the junipers.

Oh, God.

Laban, Ruthie, come here!

- Let's go in. | - Don't be so bossy.

Ruth, come now!

Let me go! Put me down!

- What's wrong, Ma? | - Indians.

Laban, they mustn't know we're afraid.

All right, Ma.

What is it that you want?

Grub. You give us grub.

I'm sorry. I have none to spare.

You give us grub. We take horses. | We take cow.

We don't want trouble!

You mustn't come here like this!

Go!

Tell that man to leave the horses alone!

You got one, Ma.

Killed him for sure. | Another one's bleeding something awful.

God, I forgot all about the stage.

God.

I'm all right, ma'am. How's Joe?

- We could move him to the table. | - Better not. He might be gut shot.

I've got hot water on the hearth | and I've got bandages.

- I don't know much about wounds. | - I do. I've seen a good many.

Been to a lot of shooting towns.

Hurry, ma'am!

Thank God you got a sod roof.

We have to move that coach. | They'll burn it and the cabin.

- It's stone. | - Makes no difference.

They'll burn the door down | and shoot through the hole.

One of the horses is down.

Cut him loose, man. Here. Take this.

Good work, Evans.

Much obliged, Mrs. Teale. | You saved my life, for sure.

That moon's gonna light this place up | like high noon, ma'am.

He don't look too good.

That's 'cause he's dead.

Will they stay and fight, Mr. Evans?

I figure they'll pull out.

I figure they'll pick up their dead...

maybe try for the horses. | Then they're likely to go.

They'll go, all right.

They ain't out to win no medals.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

Where are you headed?

West.

Maybe San Francisco.

You're lucky. | You got a real nice family here.

There's a rustler's brand, if I ever saw one.

Damn cold out there.

Too cold.

Makes a man wonder what he did | with his summer wages.

Don't know anybody around here | who's looking for a hand, do you?

- Well, there's a... | - Can't say I do.

Mister, I'm in a swapping mood.

I need a box of.44 cartridges | and some beans and coffee.

What do you have to swap?

I usually do | a cash-on-the-barrelhead business.

It'll stand cleaning.

Unusual for a man to want to swap rifles.

They belonged to a pair of Apaches | that jumped me up in the Mogollons.

There was three of them.

Had quite a go around | for a couple of minutes.

Three Apaches?

You're lucky you got your hair.

You said there was three | of them Apaches, mister?

Yeah.

How come you're only swapping | with two rifles?

'Cause I only killed two of them.

Wounded the third, | but he made it to cover.

Well, did you go in after him | and hunt him down?

Mister, nobody but a fool would | go into the rocks after a wounded Apache.

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