Dodge City Page #2

Someday, and I believe it

will be in the near future...

a great city will spring from this

very spot upon which we now stand.

A city which will represent

all that the West stands for:

honesty, courage, morality, and culture.

For all the noble

virtues of civilization.

I can see a great metropolis

of homes, churches, schools.

A fine, decent city, which will

become the flower of the prairie.

A city whose name...

Yeah, Colonel. Just what do you aim

to call this here perfect metropolis?

What are we going to call it?

Why not call it after the man

who made it possible? Dodge City.

That's right. Dodge City it is.

Be sure to give those

cattle plenty of salt.

The more water, the more weight.

Cattle is sure some business.

They must come to Dodge City from

all over the world, don't they, Pop?

Almost, son. Hold my horse.

Wait, Surrett. You can't ship

those cattle. Where's my money?

You'll get it, Cole. Why

don't you stop worrying?

You've got no right to ship

those cattle until I'm paid.

$15,000 dollars, cash in hand.

Those were the terms we agreed on.

Take it easy. I can't be running to

the bank every time a train leaves town.

If you don't trust me,

other cattle brokers will.

Maybe they used to, Surrett...

but not since what happened

to Sam Chapin and Kit Sproull.

They trusted you, too,

didn't they? But not me.

I'm coming to your place tonight

to collect for these steers.

You have the money waiting for me,

or I'm slapping a warrant on you.

You gotta get what's yours

when dealing with men like that.

They're no good.

Sure, Pop, but we can handle them.

Hold my horse, son. I

won't be but a minute.

Take your time, Pop, but

get all that's coming to us.

- Come along, boys, this is the place.

- Here's the Texan!

You look great tonight, Ruby.

I sure like that new dress.

- Thanks, darling.

- Just for luck.

You don't need any more luck.

That's right, I don't, not

as long as I've got you.

That's me.

- Hello, Surrett, I was looking for you.

- Hello, Matt.

You ready to see me?

- I was on my way up to get your money.

- I'll go with you.

Mind waiting a few minutes?

I got some business first.

I don't mind. But don't

try and run out on me.

This is the last chance I'm giving you.

Don't worry. I'm gonna take

care of you in a minute.

Come on over and wet your whistle.

- Hey, Jack.

- Yes, sir?

Give Mr. Cole anything

he wants, on the house.

Yes, sir. What'll it be, Mr. Cole?

- A glass of beer, please.

- Yes, sir.

Nice-looking bunch of steers

we shipped today, Cole.

Yeah. They'd look a lot better

if I'd been paid for them.

What do you mean?

Haven't we always paid?

Not from what I've heard.

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