One Little Indian Page #2

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Shut up.

Give me that gun.

I said give me that gun before

I break it over your backside.

All right, I shot you.

Now we're even.

Next time you use a Winchester,

you just make sure there's a

cartridge in the chamber, huh?

What's your name?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Mark.

Mark? Mark what?

Just mark.

I'm Clint keyes.

What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?

Where are your folks?

Can't leave you

out here by yourself.

I'll take you

as far as those mountains.

Then I'm heading South,

to Mexico.

You understand that, boy?

That's the thirstiest critter I ever saw.

He don't even know he's a camel.

Thirsty?

Appears to me

he answered to that.

I been looking for a handle for him.

Come here, thirsty.

Come here. Come on.

Ah, camels don't cotton

to me too much.

Why don't you call him.

Here, thirsty.

Come here, thirsty.

Seems like he knows

who he is when you say it.

All right. Down. Come on.

Coosh, coosh, coosh.

Coosh. Down. Coosh. Coosh.

Most miserable animal

I ever saw.

What I need is a good horse.

Come on over here and get up.

There you go.

Okay. Clamp a jaw on that, huh?

Up, Rosie. Up.

Up, up.

Two camels. Keyes here.

Small boy here also.

A small boy?

Girl, maybe.

Thirsty.

If thirsty can't keep up,

she'll have to go it alone.

Thirsty!

Now, who told you

to do that? Huh?

One more time, and you're

gonna be camel stew.

You're not lovable

and you're not ridable.

Maybe you're eatable.

Come on, thirsty.

Come on.

We'll go a little slower. First

decent place we find, we'll stop.

Come on. Bring it along.

Okay, Rosie. Let's do

it right for a change.

Rosie, you rotten

animal. Rosebud!

All right, that does it.

Mark, go get me a stick.

Shut up.

I'm gonna teach

this big bag of trouble...

It can be more painful sitting

down than standing up and walking.

Up, Rosie. Up.

Come on.

- What are you laughing at?

- You look like big Cheyenne chief.

Well, you're gonna look like a

wet papoose 'cause you're next.

All right, now, come here.

Come on.

You don't catch me. Can't catch me.

Come on. It ain't gonna hurt you.

Come here!

All right, all right.

You win. Forget it.

You wanna stay that way,

you stay that way.

Whoo! Whew!

Bring me my boots,

my britches, there.

No!

Whew! You haven't had those buckskins

off since they sewed 'em on you.

Stop!

You ain't any more Cheyenne

than I am.

Well, that white skin ain't gonna

get you out of taking a bath.

I'm tired of walking

downwind of you.

No! No! Stop!

- All right, give me those britches.

- No. No.

You give me those britches or

I'm coming in there to get 'em.

Give 'em here.

Now, here, use that. It's soap.

Go on and use it. Nobody

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