One Little Indian Page #4

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Yeah, they look

kinda antsy, at that.

Well, it's funny.

No wind, no sand.

Nothing to make 'em spook.

We better keep an eye on 'em.

Rosie! What are you doing here?

Come on, Rosie.

Coosh. Coosh down.

Rosie, get down.

Get up. Get up. They're spookin'.

Get your horses quick.

Get up over there. Let's go.

Get down.

Pull 'em in, tom. Pull 'em in.

- Come on. Get 'em in.

- Oh, you dumb... Rosie. Easy.

What was that? I don't know.

Let's go, Rosie.

Let's go. Ho! Ho!

Let's go, Rosie. Go. No, Rosie.

Rosie, Rosie.

Rosie. Aw, Rosie, stop.

Rosie!

Whoa. Whoa!

Rosie, now you've gone far enough.

No, Rosie. No.

Whoa! Whoa!

Ow! Ow!

How many more?

I know about those.

How many more?

Not many, Clint.

What are you doing, Rosie? Get out of here.

Go on. Git. Git, Rosie.

Ow!

She's sorry, Clint.

Yeah, she's sorry.

Before getting mixed up with her, I

should've stayed in the guardhouse...

And let 'em hang me,

peaceful-like.

That's all, Clint.

Carbolic. Like you said,

it's gonna hurt you

more than me.

Aah!

Won't fester.

Whoa, Rosie. Whoa.

I gotta get down, kid.

Take this. Here.

I've sat on campfires

that were more comfortable.

Come on, Rosie.

Whoa.

Well, this looks like

as good a place as any.

What's that?

All in a wood

there grew a tree

the finest tree

you ever did see

and the green leaves

grew around and around

and the green leaves

grew around

- let's do it again, mama.

- Uh, all right.

One more chorus, and then we

have to finish our packing.

And on this tree

there grew a limb

the finest limb

you ever did see

the limb was on the tree

the tree was in the wood

they don't have camels in

new Mexico, do they, mama?

No, dear, they don't.

And the green leaves grew around and

around something's eating at our corn.

And the green leaves

grew around

Judas priest, it is a camel.

But you said that... I know what I said.

Get back inside.

Oh, it's only

a little camel, mama.

Well, let's hope it's big enough

to know what a shotgun is.

Git. Come on. Get out of my corn.

I said git!

Get out of here! Git! Git!

Don't go in the barn! Git!

Nothing to be afraid of, ma'am.

Who are you?

Howdy.

- What do you want?

- Well, we'd just like something to, uh...

well, to eat,

if you've got it, ma'am.

We-we'll be leaving here in a few days.

You can take everything then.

Oh, well, we'll be gone

long before that.

Uh, are... is there

anyone else here?

No. Just me and my little girl.

We sold everything,

even the stock.

You can take anything you want.

Just leave us alone, please.

Well, there's no need to worry, ma'am.

We're camped nearby. Here.

No, we won't make any trouble.

Come on, mark.

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