Culpepper Cattle Company, The Page #3

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lost four men.

He need's you and two or three others

as good as you.

Dollar a day and found.

I can lead you

back to where they are.

Don't stand behind me, kid.

Well? You walk here?

I-I lost my horse.

There was only two of them.

Trappers.

They took my gun, too...

and Mr. Culpepper's horse.

Howdy.

Sh*t.

Get your stuff, kid.

He was moving.

Well, sh*t.

That's my gun.

Let him have 'em.

Frank.

This is Luke, Dixie Brick,

and this here's Missoula.

- They're all good men.

- Glad you brought 'em.

Uh, listen, Frank...

we're gonna have to make

more than a dollar a day.

Then you rode all the way

out here for nothing.

Don't turn you back

on me, mister.

Don't let your mouth

overload your hardware, cowboy.

Things have been tough, Frank...

and they're getting

harder all the time.

It's no fault of mine.

Dollar a day.

- Which one?

- Which one?

Which one have I been

talking about all this time?

No, there's no question, Wallop.

That woman was playing tunes.

You're getting worse all the time.

You ain't gonna find

anything like that in a small town.

- Small town, hell.

- I was in St. Louis one time.

I went to this sporting house...

and damn if there wasn't a little girl

in there who had three tits.

- Say what?

- Three tits.

One, two, three. Count 'em.

Each one of them just as ripe

and rosy as the other.

Now, boys,

I'll bear witness...

that was a sight to behold.

What was her name?

Her name?

Rosie.

Rosie McCormack.

You heard of her?

No...

but I heard of Hank McCormack.

They say he could shoot

the flame off a candle...

at 50 feet.

Not only that, on the next shot,

he'd fire it up again.

Is that a fact?

Old man Fuller...

well, that's someone

I know back home...

he said he saw

his trigger finger once...

in this big glass jar

over in Leffertsville.

Said it was the meanest looking

trigger finger he ever saw.

Mean and bony.

Boy, you don't watch out...

you gonna grow up to be

a worse liar than I am.

- Hey. You're rubbing off on that kid.

- Sh*t.

You call this found?

Nobody said you had to eat it.

I told you once before.

Don't stand behind me, kid!

How come they keep

calling me Little Mary?

That's your name, kid.

What's the matter?

Don't you like it?

No, I don't.

It's a girl's name.

Well...

that's what they call

a cook's helper.

Little Mary.

Christ, I wish you was a girl.

Sure is a nice horse.

What's his name?

You don't have to put a name...

on something

you might have to eat.

How are they?

They're tired, Frank.

They won't run tonight.

I'll remember you said that.

Missoula, Wallop,

you got the first round.

Russ, Dixie Brick,

you got the next.

Mr. Culpepper,

I'll go on night watch.

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