Green Grass of Wyoming Page #4

- Well, I...

- Saturday evening would be the best time.

We don't have a radio to dance to,

but from our porch you can almost hear

the dance music from Cave Lakes.

- I'll bet it's beautiful.

- Do you like to dance?

- You mean we have a date?

- Well... sure!

Saturday evening.

- Hey, Ken!

- Shh!

We're having dinner

an hour early for him and he's late.

He'll be right down. And don't kid him.

Remember, it's his first date.

I won't say a word.

- Sorry I'm late.

- That's perfectly all right, dear.

Well, pardon me. Haven't I seen

that necktie someplace before?

Yes, sir. It's yours.

My tie. Don't you think it's a little bit

early for you to start using my things?

- After all, we're not partners yet.

- No, sir.

Hey, uh... what'd you do to your chin?

- Oh, nothing, it's just a little...

- Cut.

Cut? How on earth did?

- It couldn't possibly be a razor cut, could it?

- Rob!

- You have been using my razor, haven't you?

- Yes, sir.

- You see, I've got a date.

- A date?!

- With Carey Greenway, I suppose?

- Yes, sir.

- Planning to take her dancing, I suppose?

- Yes, sir.

And after that, to Red Slade's

for some supper, I suppose?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, why didn't you say so?

Here's five bucks. Have a good time.

Well, thanks.

Your supper's on the table.

Carey.

Carey!

Carey!

It's me, ducky.

I only had one drink. Just a little one.

- You'd better go down and have your supper.

- Doggone it, I was cold.

I've been up in those hills searching

for that stallion. It's just discouraging.

You know I don't want to drink.

I hate the stuff.

But somehow everything's

been going wrong with me lately.

But don't think I haven't been trying.

- I thought you were going to work Sundown.

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll get Sundown going

like he's never gone before.

We'll enter him in the Governor's Stake,

and then everything'll be peaches and cream.

It's always going to be

peaches and cream tomorrow.

There you go, discouraging me again.

Honest, ducky, I promise.

First thing in the morning I'll hook up

Sundown and get going. Is it a bargain?

- It is if you mean it.

- Sure I mean it.

You'll see. This old boy isn't

finished yet. Not by ajugful.

By ginger, we're gonna win that race.

I feel it in my bones.

We'll get my farm back in Connecticut.

I'll drive in the Grand Circuit again.

- And you'll have a trunkful of pretty dresses.

- Grandpa, please!

Well, you will.

Say, let me look at you. You look real swell.

How come you're all rigged out like that?

- I've got a date. With Ken McLaughlin.

- Didn't I tell you about those McLaughlins?

- You know, they have a trotter too.

- Huh?

A beautiful black mare. I think they're

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