Monte Walsh Page #3

Monte? Hey, Monte.

I ought to charge you for a haircut.

I ought to charge you for something.

You know how much you've cost me

all these years?

If you don't quit complaining,

I'm gonna start charging you.

Don't you think I'm worth it?

- Yes, you're worth it.

- Okay.

Are all you foreign ladies

so interested in a man's hair?

I don't know.

It's finished.

Well, how does it look?

The light is better from here.

How's your herd?

Quiet.

You gonna serve us up some of

your revenge for breakfast tomorrow?

Don't necessarily have to be

for breakfast.

You know, it could be any time.

Ha-ha-ha.

Howdy, Shorty.

Hey, Rufus, Powder.

Can you feed

another couple mouths?

You darn betcha I can.

- Hat.

- Hi, Rufus.

I don't suppose there's any work.

Didn't think so.

Howdy, Chet.

Rufus.

How'd it go in Charleyville, Ruf?

Tried working for the railroad

for a while.

Ain't for me.

I like horses.

Ain't that Fightin' Joe?

- That damn fool's gonna...

- Fightin' Joe?

He ain't gonna be worth a nickel

if he don't slow down.

What the hell is he doing?

Coming down Missionary Ridge.

He'll never make it.

He don't want to.

He must have gone

clean out of his mind.

I wonder if he felt anything.

Sure.

Surprise.

- Morning, boys.

- Morning, Mr. Brennan.

I figured on a small herd,

but not as small as we got.

Now, Consolidated

won't spend any money getting cows.

So I've got to lay off four men.

Joe Hooker's gone.

That leaves three.

I've decided on Sugar,

Shorty,

Joe Joslin.

The three youngest.

That's as fair as I know

how to make it.

Now, one of you can stay on

if you wanna ride fence.

Sorry, boys.

- Monte and me got a couple of extra...

- Better keep it. Way things are going.

Take it, Shorty.

We won't be needing it.

We're getting our three squares.

Thanks.

I wish I knew something

besides cowboying.

Well, I ain't gonna ride you down.

He's all yours, Monte.

See you around.

Why did Brennan

have to let them go?

Hmm?

Why did Brennan

have to let them go?

Brennan's got no choice.

Consolidated sends the word.

That's the way it's gotta be.

Well, I hadn't thought of it like that.

Hmm?

He said

he hadn't thought of it like that.

That's the trouble with Dally.

He thinks wrong too damn much.

Yes, by God, maybe I do...

- Cut that out.

- Shut up.

Oh, my... Here, Chet, hold this

so I can see who I'm hitting.

It does make sense.

Hey, Monte.

Maybe you ought to hold the lamp.

Now, now, now.

What's been going on around here?

Well, nothing much.

We was just having a...

A little argument.

About what?

Damned if I know.

What was it, Dally?

What was it?

I plumb forgot.

Hey, what do you know?

I ain't felt this good in months.

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