The Rare Breed Page #3

I still have to load that darn bull.

- It might take a little doing.

- Sure would.

Here's a kind of a mash note.

Don't let Jeff read it. I always did

try and steal his girl.

I'll see you next year.

Mash note?

Why, Sam was always so woman-shy...

it took a team

just to drag him into a dance.

$1,000?

[Train whistle blowing]

Come on, you big, red,

no-horned brute, get up.

Hello, Mr. Burnett.

- Here now, there's been a mistake.

- A mistake?

You're not supposed to be...

You're on the wrong train.

- Is going to Dodge City, isn't it?

- Yes, is going...

Then we're on the right train,

Mr. Burnett.

We're going to the Bowen Ranch

with you and Vindicator.

Well, thas just about

as crazy an idea...

as you walking all the way up

here on top of this train.

You just did that, didn't you?

How are you getting along

with Vindicator?

I'm not getting along

with him at all.

He's a useless hunk of gristle, and

besides, he's lying on my blankets.

Vindicator is not useless.

He'll certainly improve those

scrubby old longhorns of yours.

Why, he's so handsome, the cows will

fight to present themselves to him.

Now, what kind of talk is that?

What kind of a thing

is that for a young lady to say?

The facts of life

are no mystery to me, Mr. Burnett.

After all,

I am a cattle breeder's daughter.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

My father taught me

to talk about such things.

Bloodlines and breeding

were decent topics in our house.

Nobody said anything

about your father.

I was just... Whas the idea,

crashing in here on me like this?

There's nothing sacred

about a cattle car.

This one happens to be my bedroom.

And you have not been invited

in here.

Now, come on, you bison belly,

I'm gonna teach you how to behave.

Come on, get up.

Don't you dare kick

a helpless animal.

And Vindicator doesn't appreciate

name-calling, either.

You mean I've hurt his feelings?

HILARY:
I mean Vindicator's lineage...

is traceable back to James I.

Which is a great deal

better than you can do, I'm sure.

Why, he's practically royalty.

And you might as well learn

how to handle him properly.

Listen to me, if you please.

[Whistles patriotic tune]

[Mooing]

There you are.

Now you may try it, Mr. Burnett.

- God Save the Queen.

- Now, hold on.

I have my rights.

I'm not gonna whistle a tune

for any royal, James I, muley bull.

Now, you get back up

this ladder here.

SAM:
I'll help you.

HILARY:
I don't need your help, thank you.

The female is no less agile

than the male.

Thas right, young lady. Goodbye.

[Train whistle blowing]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Screaming]

Holy Moses.

Come on, get down off here,

before you fall and break your neck.

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