Dodge City Page #4

- Yes'm.

He's over yonder somewhere

hotfooting it around.

He swiped one of the boss's horses

and I reckon he sure is drunk again.

I consider that a very

impertinent remark.

Yes'm, I guess maybe I

shouldn't have said he's drunk...

even if he is drunk.

I don't know what I'm

going to do about you.

Broad Plain, huh?

This is where the Indians

are supposed to be?

Yes. If you keep up the

fuss you're making...

you'll have them right on our doorstep.

I wish they would attack us.

It's dull plugging along

like this day in and day out.

It's dull, but that's no reason

for you to act like a lunatic.

Maybe they don't even know

we're here. Let's tell them.

Stop it!

Was that you who fired

those shots, Mr. Irving?

- Sure it was him.

- Sure it was. What about it?

Nothing, except it seems like

a silly waste of ammunition.

He won't do it again. He was just bored.

Faith, now, that's a great shame.

- So am I.

- Really? Well, I'm sorry.

Perhaps things will get enlivened for

you if that shooting stampedes the cattle.

Since you seem to know

what troubles him...

I'd suggest you see he drinks less.

Them two youngsters is more

trouble than they're worth.

I'll certainly be glad to hand

them over to their uncle in Dodge.

She sure is pretty, though.

Yes. I'd still trade the two

of them for one good cigar.

All right, this is it! Tex! Rusty!

Tex, get the steers watered.

Rusty, line up the wagons

at the bottom of that slope.

- Get moving, flat neck.

- Hush, I'll get moving.

All right, folks, we're bedding down.

Watch your cook fires,

now. The grass is awful dry.

- Don't you wander off.

- Ma, I'm hungry.

All right, get your teams

hooked up. We're pulling out.

- Move as soon as you're ready.

- Tex, get the herd started.

Wade, you better watch

old bullet head here.

I caught him riding

in the wagon yesterday.

- Hush. I was...

- Hush up.

Good morning, Mrs.

Harper. Did you rest well?

- Thank you. Fine.

- Good.

Be sure you boil that

water before you drink it.

I'll bet two minutes after you were born,

you were telling the doctor what to do.

Think so? I'm sorry, Miss Irving.

You know, it's really

no fun playing boss...

but someone's gotta say what's

to be done, haven't they?

You know, out here...

a trail boss has sometimes got

to take the law into his hands.

Yes. "Pioneering," I believe

you call it, don't you?

That's right. You don't

seem to be enjoying it much.

Enjoying it?

Can anyone enjoy being jolted

along week in and week out...

through a nightmare of heat and dust...

with sand in your teeth, eyes, and hair?

Faith, now. If you didn't like sand,

maybe you shouldn't have left home.

I wouldn't have.

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