The Scalphunters Page #4

- Oh, about 1,000.

1500 on the Calveston block,

if he ain't lame or got belly worms.

Throw a rope on him.

- Let's move out!

- Hey! Hey!

Wait! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Stop! Wait!

I started out in life

a prosperous, good-looking trapper.

And now, by Cod,

I ain't even got a slave no more.

- Whoa!

- Hey, hold on.

- Cet up there, boy. Come on.

- No, sir.

- I said get up there. Right now.

- No, sir.

What the hell's going on down here?

Camp meeting?

I'm not gonna be worth anything

like this. Ruined on my feet.

- Drag him!

- Sir!

I'd be worth much more to you if you let

me ride. Besides, I'm slowing you down.

- Holding you back.

- That's the first good sense I heard today.

You hush up and read your stargazing

book and let me run my business.

Then why don't you run it

like you knew what you was doing?

Look at that. Ain't she pretty?

All right, let him ride. Move it out!

Thank you, sir.

Not now, Julius Caesar.

Heading for church, sonny?

No, sir, Mr Howie.

I was just, um... making a botanical study,

you might say.

You see that? Sagebrush.

Crows where nothing else will.

Make Indian tea from the leaves,

and it makes a passable fodder for stock.

Look around you, Mr Howie.

All natural creation! Here we are in the

Carden of Eden. Just like Adam and Eve.

- Cet that water the hell back up there.

- Yes, sir, Mr Howie. Yes, sir.

- Beans, beans, beans. I'll look like beans.

- Nothing wrong with beans, honey.

I like beans.

What I wouldn't give for a decent meal.

On a white linen tablecloth,

all fixed up nice.

I listen to you, Jim Howie, and I end up

bouncing over every rock in creation.

My hair's all snarled up like a dish mop.

When we gonna start living

in some kinda style?

When the hell we ever

gonna get to Mexico?

Miss Kate.

You see that? Maguey.

Did you know that that makes

a fine soap for a lady's care?

Brings the bloom of sunrise to her skin.

Used in the ancient times

by the Queen of Sheba

to restore the natural oils

to her beautiful blonde hair.

- You mean that old common cactus?

- Yes, Miss Kate.

Botanical name Vir pluribus undulatum.

Known to the Comanches as maguey.

Really? You mean...

Yes, Miss Kate.

You sure this won't fade out my natural

colour and turn it into somethin' horsey?

Oh, no, Miss Kate. On the contrary.

Did I hear you say

you were going to Mexico?

Cot to. All the law in the country's

looking for me and Jim Howie.

Oh, Mexico's a wonderful country,

Miss Kate. The haciendas and all that.

- You been to Mexico?

- Uh, no, ma'am.

But I speak the language. Buenos dias,

buenas noches, muchas gracias.

Why, you'll be right in the most

high-toned society, Miss Kate. A lady.

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