Painted Woman Page #4

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Cavalry killed 75.

They had us surrounded...

shot us from the mountaintops.

He was eight.

I'm not special.

I ran, to live.

You don't have to

give me your tent.

I'll be fine.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

[singing in native language]

[singing continues]

[heavy drumbeat]

Get, get.

Hup.

Hup, hup.

Hup, hup, hup.

Get.

Come on.

Hup, hup.

Hup, hup, hup.

How long's he been

doing this?

His whole life.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[horse whinnies]

[calm music]

Morning.

Slept half the day away.

I think she's

getting used to us.

May I ride him?

No, he ain't ready

for you yet.

I can do it.

Now, this ain't no show pony.

Here.

Take it easy, Julie.

[clicks tongue]

Ease off, Julie.

Argh.

- Whoa, boy.

- You all right?

[gasping]

Here, let me have

a look at you...

- No!

- All right.

Told you not to ride

that horse.

I don't need you

to tell me anything.

I have spent my whole life

having men tell me what to do,

and I'm done!

- What would I know about that?

- Nothing.

- That's right, I don't.

- You don't know anything.

I don't.

- Go on, then.

- I will.

- Don't.

- [chuckles]

[somber music]

Should we check on her?

Let her be.

I think I want to try again.

[warm music]

You did good today.

Never known this kind

of kindness...

From a man.

I ran away from the army.

I saw it was doing terrible

things to people like Chato.

Guess that's why

I keep him so close.

And I kind of like him,

I guess.

I never met people like you

and Chato before.

Don't think

you ever will again.

Probably not.

If you knew who I was,

you would have left me there.

I doubt it.

I want to tell you

everything.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

My name

is Franklin Bennett Dean.

Might I inquire of you?

The Andersons.

- Hey, Vince.

- Hello.

Thanks, Chato.

[murmuring]

- It is so good to see you.

- How was your trip?

- Good, good, good.

- Who you got there?

Did you run off and

finally find you a woman?

Well, now,

not like you're thinking.

I'm sure.

Uh, Julie Richards, this is

Cal and Ellie Anderson.

Ma'am, nice to meet you.

- This here is Buffer.

- It is so nice to meet you.

She is a beautiful thing.

- She's wearing boy clothes.

- Now, son.

Yes, she is.

Well, about time

someone made him honest.

Ain't that right, Cal?

Yup.

We own the general

in Pine Creek,

keep Vince and Chato

in supplies, trade for horses.

Cal does like his horses.

I think it's 'cause

he hates working the store.

We have employees.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- That is shameful

in front of a lady.

You go on. Get out there

with pa, now. Scoot.

Sorry about that.

Sometimes he acts

like a critter.

What do you say, Buffer?

What do you think of this one?

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