The Furies Page #4

knuckle under to no one - least of all you.

You think you're top man

on God's green earth, don't you?

- You know anyone better?

- No, but I'll keep looking...

and when I fiind him, I'll marry him,

and I won't care if it does put you off your feed.

- "Burnett."

- I'll take that.

Who's Burnett?

No matter.

A man gets lonely, Daughter.

I'll ask no more questions.

Scratch my sixth lumbar vertebra.

Come on, slue-foot!

- Beat you here again.

Ah, it's been a long time

since we raced here.

I always did get here fiirst, didn't I?

You always did get here fiirst, didn't you?

Juan Herrera, you let me win.

You always did - every time.

The one time I didn't let you...

- you scratched blood.

It's The Furies brand on you, all right.

No, Vance.

Not The Furies.

- Yours.

- No difference.

No?

What is it, Juan?

You've been on touch all day.

Look.

Wherever you see,

as far as you can see, it is The Furies.

Your father's.

He has space for thousands of cattle...

for hundreds of horses.

But has he space for a few Herreras?

It's his land. He can have on it

whoever he wants.

If he doesn't want you Herreras on it,

that's his say-so.

I was afraid that someday

you were going to say that.

All right. I've said it.

I don't take to anyone

talking like that about T.C.

I don't take to it. Even if we did grow up

together. Even if you are my friend.

One I can talk to.

One who understands.

And I don't take to your going.

Till our eyes next meet.

Till then.

Time?

The kiss of a good friend.

- Hasta luego!

- Hasta luego.

It wasrt there.

Congratulations, Carol Ann.

- Fair the bride and happy the day.

- Oh, thank you, Dr. Grieve.

Evening.

Well, gentlemen, do I or don't I?

Am I yanked by my boots

or pulled by the hair of my head?

He's here on The Furies?

Gentlemen, I don't. Deal me out.

Mr. Darrow.

Mr. Jeffords, sir.

My honor and pleasure.

That's far enough.

I'll have no grit-eatir blackleg gambler

on The Furies, and I'll have no son of a Darrow.

Well, talk like that, sir, must be meant

as a joke. I'll be pleased to ignore it.

Ignore what you like, but drag your belly

out of here. You taint the place.

- Sir, you posted an open invitation...

to this gathering

on every stick of lumber in the country.

To protect those present

from any further unpleasantness...

I'd like to make a deal with you.

You stop telling lies about me,

and I'll stop telling the truth about you.

- I heard that before. Now get!

I killed your father in a fair fiight,

and I'd be pleased to do as much for you.

Mr. Darrow, sir...

this is our dance, I believe, sir.

Why did you come here?

I'm interested in the Darrow Strip.

What do they call you?

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