The Last Sunset Page #5

of God, too. God in him.

Of course it was.

God has a special love for drunks

and fools and children like you.

I'm not a child.

I'm almost 16 years old.

I'm a woman.

Oh, Missy.

Put it away.

When I kill you, it'll be face-to-face

with both of us on our feet.

I'd like to believe that.

You can.

And here's something else

you can believe, too.

Never talk to me again

the way you did tonight.

The truth hurts,

doesn't it?

The truth hurts.

I'd like to know

the truth about you.

Just being sheriff isn't enough

reason to follow a man this far.

What was Jimmy Graham to you?

Hmm?

He was married to my sister.

Your sister?

Mmm.

So that's where the bear

sits, in the buckwheat.

Pretty little girl

Mr. Stribling!

You left a calf behind.

Where?

He lost his mother.

Well, we'll have to give

him a new one. Come on.

Come over here, miss.

Now, blow your breath three or

four times in each side of his nose.

Go ahead.

Keep on petting him.

That's right.

Now, stay right where you are so

you're the first thing he sees.

Get back on your horse.

See, miss, cattle

don't see very well.

The only way this little fellow can

tell his mother from any other cow

is by her smell. When he

loses that, he's an orphan.

So we give him a new smell to

follow. You're his new mama.

Now, walk away slowly,

see what he does.

Thanks for saving

that calf back there.

Why should you thank me?

Well, that calf

could have been mine.

Yours?

Sure.

You see, part of my deal with Breckenridge

was that I get a fifth of the herd.

A fifth?

Well, I delivered him the best

trail boss in the business, didn't I?

That's worth something,

isn't it?

Come on now, my fifth. Hey,

there! Come on there, boy!

Mr. Stribling, you may

make camp wherever you wish.

I'm riding on ahead

to Tres Santos.

That's a pretty rough

town, Mr. Breckenridge.

I think I can find

extra hands there.

This time you can

really count on me, Mrs. B.

I swear I'd sooner

milk a wildcat.

Come on, Jack-boy.

Come on, Jack-boy.

Jack-boy, come on. Come on.

Come on, Jack-boy.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on, Jack-boy.

That's a boy.

Your husband get back

from town yet?

No. I hope he hasn't

run into any trouble.

Maybe I ought to ride in,

see how he's making out.

I wish you would.

All right.

Get me some tobacco,

will you?

I don't know your brand.

Oh, any kind will do.

Maybe you ought to come

along. Pick it out yourself.

Oh, it's not that important.

Take your time. I'll just stick

around here and keep an eye on things.

Right, Jackie-boy?

I only suggested

you come along.

Now I'm telling you to.

On your way, cowpoke.

That's an order,

O'Malley.

What did you say?

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