Culpepper Cattle Company, The Page #4

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- Forget it.

- I can do it. Really.

I'm not tired or anything.

Hell, let the kid take my place.

I'll tell you what, kid, you can-

You can ride for me, too.

Well...

how do you know

the kid's any good?

You gotta sing to them cows.

I haven't heard that kid

let out with...

one single, solitary note.

You know, that's a fact.

You know, if you don't

sing to them cows just right...

they'll just wander off.

So come on. Why don't you

sing us a song?

Come on, sing. Come on!

Sing!

I'm not sure

how the rest goes.

That's enough.

Get your horse.

Hell, boy. You're gonna shoot

your damn foot off.

Who-Who's there?

Don't get excited, kid.

Just me. Wallop.

Oh, yeah. I thought it was you.

You got any tobacco?

No, I don't.

Figures.

It's all yours, kid.

Who's there?

You better come out here

right now.

Now you just stand right there.

I mean hold it.

Hell, boy.

You don't wanna shoot me.

Why'd you wanna do that?

Get back. Put your hands up.

Listen, boy.

I just wanna talk to you.

I wasn't tryin' to steal those horses.

I was just-

Oh, hell.

Yeah, you-you know

what I was doin'.

- Yeah. I was just-

- Get back.

All right. All right.

Okay. I'm-

I'm gonna tell you.

I'm gonna tell you

just exactly what I was doin'.

Whew.

Mighty nice horse.

What-

Frank, the remuda's gone.

Roll out, boys! Make it fast.

The horses are gone!

- What is it?

- How the hell should I know?

- Easy, kid.

- What the hell happened to you?

M-Mr. Culpepper, I-

- They jumped me.

- Who jumped you?

- They beat me up.

- Who?

I was riding along...

and I saw there was

some guy by the horses...

and- I didn't know

how many there were, and, uh-

Go on. Go on.

Well, there was a one-eyed man

and he started to talk to me.

Talkin' to you? What the hell do you mean?

He was talking to you?

- Yeah, just talkin' to me.

- Well, why the hell didn't you shoot him?

- I wanted to, Mr. Culpepper.

I swear to God I wanted to.

- But you didn't.

Well, I'm sorry, I-

Damn stupid kid.

I should've known better.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's get him back up.

Easy.

Missoula, go in there...

and find out where

we can get us some horses.

While you're in there...

get the kid a ticket

on the next stage.

Where to?

I don't give a damn

as long as we get rid of him.

Hey, ask if there's a doc in town.

Frank, how about a drink?

Let's get rid of the kid first.

Doctor's around back.

No stage till tomorrow night,

and he doesn't know nothin' about no horses.

Keep a watch on the horses.

Come now here, son.

What happened?

Well, you're young.

You'll mend fast.

You ready for that

drink now, Frank?

Yep.

Come on, kid.

Okay, drop in and go on

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