Hud Page #3

Are you planning on

going back to town tonight?

I didn't get washed up

to sit on the porch.

I'd like you to be back here before

morning. The vet'll be here early.

All right. It's pretty good. Peachy.

You can't get much

air through this nylon.

You ought to wear a sarong,

like in the South Seas.

Oh, yeah, that would be a lot of laughs.

You're half native already.

I've never seen you in shoes.

I wore 'em once.

To get married in. White satin pumps.

I don't have 'em any more.

Or the man, either.

I'm going to get into town.

Alma, you want to blow

some foam off some beer?

No, thanks.

I'm going to get up out of this swing.

Set some biscuits. Go to bed.

I'll settle for half that action.

I'll go with you, Hud.

What you got lined up, sport?

A SnoCone or something?

No, I just thought

I'd catch a ride with you, that's all.

All right, come on, let's make tracks.

- Did you need me, Granddad?

- No, you go on.

Just be careful.

You drive, sport.

- What was that all about?

- I'll tell you someday when I'm drunk.

Gig this thing a little, will you?

- It's a lonesome old night, isn't it?

- Ain't they all?

I love that sound. Goes right through me.

Scares the hell out of the cattle.

- Know what trains make me think of?

- I've a strong feeling you'll tell me.

I guess I just like 'em, that's all.

Keys.

Well, golly!

Look at that Las Vegas saddle.

You couldn't lift that

on a horse with a crane.

- It is pretty noisy.

- Where are you going?

- Just tagging along.

- Not with me.

Go tie on a couple of Dr Pepper's.

I'll see ya.

- Hi, Mr Kirby.

- Hi.

- Read that one?

- Yeah, twice.

- About the best book you ever had.

- Pretty steamy, ain't it?

I don't know. People seem

a lot like the ones I see.

Did you read the part where the

sergeant gets her for the first time?

Yeah, I read that part.

I sure have seen

an awful lot of you for one night.

I'm just headed for the square, is all.

Where're you headed?

Just to keep you up to date,

I'm going to Mrs Ruby Fletcher's house.

I don't think that's a house

you've heard much about.

I've heard some. I am out of my

three-cornered pants, you know.

- I have been for some time.

- How old are you?

A fast seventeen? Boy, when I was...

When I was your age,

I couldn't get enough of anything.

That was the summer you were born.

Your ma died. And your daddy

was feeling a little wild about things.

We bought us a '27 Chevy.

Kept it tied together with bailing wire,

hit every honky-tonk in the country.

I don't know which we run the hardest,

that car or them country girls,

came to them dances.

Boy, we do-se-doed and chased

a lot of girlish butts that summer.

I wouldn't mind going that route myself.

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