Culpepper Cattle Company, The

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Kiss my ass, Ben Mockridge!

Kiss my ass, Tim Slater,

if you can catch it!

Let's go! Let's go!

Yeah! Yeah!

Sh*t!

Whoa! Whoa!

- Got you again, Tim.

- Oh, goddamn.

Teach you to mess with

the Ben Mockridge Express.

I'm gonna get you next time, Ben.

Goddamn birds.

I tell you, Ben, if I don't ever see

another chicken again...

as long as I live,

it'll be too soon.

- I've been making plans.

- Yeah? Like what?

You'll see.

- I finally got it.

- Yeah? Where?

- It's in the wagon.

- Let me see.

- Maybe I will.

- Ben, did you bring the laundry?

Uh, here it is, Mr. Slater.

Tell your ma we'll

pay her next week.

That is unless you want

to trade for a couple of chickens.

No thanks, Mr. Slater.

My ma says we could wait.

Go get the laundry, Tim.

Hey. You're gonna show it to me.

- How much?

- Four dollars.

Yeah? Let's see.

That looks like a nice one.

I wish I had one.

If my pa caught me with one,

he'd give me hell.

- Does your ma know you got it?

- No.

- You've been practicing, huh?

- Yeah.

Can you do it? Can you-

Can you really do it?

- Of course I can.

- Let me see.

Told ya I've been making plans.

Yeah, but ain't you still

delivering laundry for your ma?

Not for long.

It so happens that

Frank Culpepper's...

gonna be driving 2,000 head...

to Ft. Lewis, Colorado.

- I plan to go with him.

- Yeah? He signed you on?

Not yet.

Oh, hell, I bet

you ain't even asked him.

I'm waiting for the right time.

- Yeah, when's that gonna be?

Three days after he's gone?

- I just told ya. I'm-

Tim! Unload those crates!

Goddamn chickens!

What you doing creating

so much dust around here?

Excuse me.

Could you tell me where I might find

Mr. Frank Culpepper?

Thanks.

Hyah!

- All right. Coming in.

- Get that big one.

- Come on. Bring in another one.

Keep that rope tight.

Stoke up that fire, boy.

Aaah!

Sorry.

Mr. Culpepper?

Mr. Culpepper is right over here.

Uh, Mr. Culpepper?

Mr. Culpepper?

- Mr. Culpepper.

- What is it, boy?

Can I talk to you

for a minute, Mr. Culpepper?

That's what you're doing, ain't it?

I wanna go with you,

Mr. Culpepper.

I ride real good, and I can do a lot of things.

I mean, I'll work at almost

anything, Mr. Culpepper.

- Oh, I really want to go.

- Why?

'Cause I wanna be a cowboy...

more than anything,

Mr. Culpepper.

Well, that's one hell

of an ambition, boy.

I work hard. I work real hard.

All right. See the cook and...

tell him you're gonna

be his Little Mary.

Thanks, Mr. Culpepper.

I'm Ben Mockridge.

Mr. Culpepper told me to see you.

- He did?

- Yes, sir.

- What for?

- He told me to tell you-

Well-

He told me to tell you-

I'm Little Mary.

I got the money, Ma,

from the Newsomes.

Uh, Mrs. Burns paid me, too.

And, uh, Mr. Slater said

he'd pay next week.

Mom...

I talked to Mr. Frank

Culpepper today.

They're leaving in the morning,

pointing them north.

I asked him

if I could go along.

He hired me, Mom.

Bye, Ben.

- Bye, Mom.

- Be a good boy now.

Yee-haw!

Yee-haw!

I've never been up north before.

Wait 'til we get to the desert.

Sand scorching your eyeballs.

Driving through country

that ain't fit for scavengers.

Dry enough to make you

drink your own piss.

Sit downwind, son.

You really got the itch, ain't ya?

Well, I do.

I guess all I want to do...

is punch cows and ride and...

well, just cowboying.

- There's nothing better than that.

- Like hell there ain't.

- That's all I want.

- Kid, cowboying is something you do...

when you can't do nothing else.

Hayden, you old belly cheater.

Damn, what a day.

Finished skinning them birds yet?

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