The Big Country Page #4

The eldest of the litter, Buck,

you've met.

They're a pest, a plague.

Like Sodom and Gomorrah.

It'd be a blessing for this country

if a flood would wipe them

off the face of the earth.

Good morning!

Ohh, I overslept,

and on your first morning, too!

You look...

I thought I was up early

until I went out walking.

Oh, no, on Ladder

the people wake up the roosters.

- Morning, darling.

- Pat, darling.

Oh, what's this?

Ugh! Pistols and coffee.

I'll have coffee, Pedro.

What have you two been up to?

You don't know each other

well enough to fight a duel.

A gift from Jim.

We're about ready for you, Major.

Mornin', Pat.

Morning, Steve.

- Where are you off to?

- A little hunting expedition.

Good. Jim going with you?

No, I think perhaps

Jim would rather be with you.

- After all, he just arrived.

- Oh. Of course.

I'll get a gun, Steve.

Be right with you.

Yes, sir.

Well, you and I'll ride out and

survey the family acres, darling.

All right.

I don't believe Mr. McKay

cares much for horses.

Don't tell me they got you on

Old Thunder this morning.

Well, they tried.

Mr. McKay said "Some other time",

whatever that means.

It means some other time.

Oh, darling, everybody

tries to ride Old Thunder.

- They do? Why?

- Why?

I don't know. They just always do.

What are you hunting today, Mr. Leech?

Hannasseys.

Pat... Didn't you tell the major that

there was no real trouble yesterday

until you reached for that rifle?

No. I don't think it would have

made any difference.

You can tell him if you want to.

You're actually gonna shoot somebody

because of what happened yesterday?

No. Just teach 'em a little lesson.

Major, I don't want to be

the cause of any further trouble.

You'd be doing me a great favour

if you forget the whole thing.

Forget it?

When a guest can't come to my house

without being attacked by rowdies,

it's time something was done about it.

Jim, the major is doing

what he thinks is right.

He knows how to handle these people.

- I was the one who was knocked around.

- Come with us, then.

We'll cut Buck Hannassey out for you

and you can settle with him yourself.

There's nothing to settle.

Not this way, anyway.

Now look, Jim,

what you don't realise is that

the nearest law is at

the county seat, 200 miles away.

You can't call a policeman.

You have to be your own law.

That may be so, but nothing happened

to justify this kind of a war party.

You're new here and you

don't know this country.

You'll just have to trust my judgment.

Major, you're riding on the Hannasseys

for reasons of your own,

not because of anything

that happened to me.

Go on this side.

Where's Rufus?

He ain't here. What do you want?

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