Shane Page #3

A new sodbuster?

Thought I smelled pigs.

- Anything else?|- Got any soda-pop?

I sure do. I wish more men|around here would drink it.

- In my bar, in there.|- Thanks.

Will! Let's keep the smell of pigs|out from where we're drinking.

- Bartender.|- What can I do for you?

Do you have any soda-pop?

Are you gonna get him out|or do I have to?

Let me take him, Chris.

What'll it be?

Lemon, strawberry or lilac, sodbuster?

You speaking to me?

I don't see|nobody else standing there.

Here, have some of this.

Smell like a man.

Don't it smell better in here, Grafton?|Chris just fumigated a sodbuster.

Just take it easy.

I was just asking about sody-pop,

pigs and taters|and one thing and another.

Which one of them tater-pickers|are you working for?

Or are you just|squatting on the range?

Joe Starrett, if it's any of your business.

Supposing I make it my business?

Here's your soda-pop, mister.

Now you and your soda-pop|get outta here and stay outta here.

And don't come back!

Did you see that, Rufe?|Chris just put the run on a sodbuster.

That's it. Keep 'em on the move.

Warm it up for you?

It's getting so I don't like|to ride at night.

Let's hope the meeting starts...

- Is Shane going to be at the meeting?|- Mr Shane. Yes, I suppose so.

We all know why we're here.

Ryker's war-party's|been around to see all of us.

I'm here to tell you,|I ain't leavin' now or any other time.

Start with you, Axel. What do you say?

Well, Joe, you see...

I know what I want to say.|Start with me.

Ernie, we're gonna hear|everybody in turn. Go ahead.

Most of you don't know Shane.

- Shane, this is Yank Potts.|- Howdy.

- Fred Lewis here.|- I seen you in town.

Ernie Wright here, and Ed Howells.

- And Johnson.|- Howdy, Shane.

- See anybody else coming?|- No.

- We're waiting for Torrey.|- How far is Ryker gonna push us?

Let's not talk scared,|that's what Ryker wants.

He thinks he can shoo us off|like a flock of chickens.

Here's Torrey.

- Hello, Reb.|- Hello, Yank.

About time you showed up.

That's enough out of you, Yank.

- And you, too.|- All right. Cool off, Stonewall.

Shake hands with Shane, there.|Shane's working for me.

Shane. Oh, yeah...

I heard about you, at Grafton's.

Go on, Joe.

Well, Stonewall, it's like this...|Leaving Ernie out, maybe,

we've all agreed we're gonna stick.

Now you're whistling.|Ain't nobody pushing me off my claim.

- I think you all know that I'm staying.|- I, too, will stay.

I'll string along,|leastways till the shooting starts.

There ain't but seven of us,|if it comes to a fight.

- Him.|- That's eight.

- Can't count on him.|- He's proved that much.

Watch what you're saying.

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