Man in the Saddle Page #4

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No. And I never will.

In that case, I'd better get

on with what I came here for.

Because the longer I put it off...

the longer he'll be

standing on those stairs...

between you and her.

All rounded up and tallied, Bourke.

Looks like this year you're

a dozen head up on me.

Is that right?

The way prices are, reckon we

both ought to do all right...

when we get this batch to market.

When do you figure we

ought to move them, Owen?

Look, the rest of the

outfit just showed up.

Hello, Nan. Your herd

is sure getting big.

This year I have 10 head.

Howdy, partner.

Need an extra hand, mister?

Sure, if you can cook

better than Cultus Charley.

Almost anybody can do that.

- Hello, Charley.

- Hello.

Is he still making you

sing for your supper?

Sure is, Nan.

- Howdy, Nan.

- Hello, George.

- All set for the big cattle drive?

- Sure am.

How many head you

shipping this year? Six?

I've got 10.

And you just see that nothing

happens to those steer.

They're the best beef in this

section, practically hand-fed.

I'll be doggone.

Here I always thought

they only ate grass.

- Coffee. Hot coffee.

- That sounds wonderful.

What happened to the cookies

you made at the ranch, Charley?

I don't know what happened. I

feed the pigs. Pigs get sick.

As a cook, Charley, I'll bet you're

a whiz at baking adobe bricks.

What's the matter,

Juke? Something wrong?

Say, what is this anyway?

- Coffee. Good coffee.

- I doubt that.

Charley uses gunpowder instead of

coffee. Pretty soon your head blows off.

I know. Mine just passed the moon.

Doesn't seem to bother Charley.

Charley no fool. Charley drinks tea.

You two cut out the horseplay

and pick up those strays.

Sure, boss. Anything you

say, boss. Right away, boss.

And don't call me boss.

All right, boss.

- Where's Pay Lankershim?

- He ain't shipping with us.

We've been bunching

our herds for years.

No more.

Pay sold out to Will

Isham. Everything.

- That makes Skull your neighbour now.

- Yeah.

Stay away from trouble,

Owen. It comes easy to you.

It'll come still easier 'cause you're

in a frame of mind to have some.

Besides, it's always been a

great comfort to me at night...

to look across the desert and see

your light shining on the hill.

- I hope I'll see it there always.

- It'll be there.

There's no woman in the world

worth tearing yourself apart for.

And you'd better take

care of my cattle.

The cattle are restless,

getting pretty spooky.

- Bad smell in the wind.

- Couldn't be your cooking.

- There we go.

- We'll be moving out around 4:00.

Hitch up and have Chuck ready

for us at the springs by daybreak.

If I catch you under my

hat again, I'll plug you.

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