The Shooting of Caribou Lou Page #4

you be fond of me.

Tend the mule.

"Fond of me."

Surely fond of me.

Hold the talk.

Not even snake water could be

more poisonous than this coffee.

Ma'am?

Do you think that maybe I could

call you by your name or somethin'?

I mean, of course,

"Miss" this or that. You know.

And respectful,

till you knew me better.

All right. You just tell me,

what is your most favorite name?

Well...

My most favorite name?

Let's see.

My most favorite name...

is...

Glory, sure is hard to

think of a lady-type name.

Let's see. Well...

Yeah. There's my mama's name.

I know that one.

But now, I never did

call her that though.

Well, just "Mama."

That's all right, Coley.

You just tell me. What was it?

Well, let's see.

My daddy called her by...

Hortensia.

Well, don't ever call me that.

Well, ma'am...

just could you tell me what though?

Hush! She's been japin' you.

Can't you sense?

Now quit her,

'fore you get tromped on.

Aw!

Didn't you hear what she say, Will?

She called me by Coley.

She say...

"That's all right, Coley."

"Boyard, his good friend and-"

I don't know.

Something's been scratched off.

Looks to me like somebody

settled with one of 'em.

- Yeah, look like.

- You gonna want to find out?

- Well, it don't matter.

- What about the other one?

Could be anywheres.

Well, might be they're just tryin' to

throw us off with this here grave.

Well, then I'm throwed.

You mean we ain't followin' 'em?

Hell, I got my duties.

- It's so satisfying!

- Ma'am, you ain't sleepy?

Come on. Let's get started.

Where's the mule?

I told you to tether the mule!

I did, Will. Ain't he there?

I did, Will! I hobbled 'im.

Right over here. I swear.

You see? This here's

what I attached on 'im.

Well, somebody just went

and unattached him.

Will you please help me?

I wouldn't do that

if I was you, ma'am.

Frazer's layin' back his ears.

He's just likely to let fly.

Exquisite.

Cursed, hellish sun!

- Well, blow on your wrists.

- Oh, shut up!

You mind telling me why

we're goin' to Cross Tree?

We're goin' to Cross Tree?

What for, Willett?

For fresh horses?

That's right. Fresh horses.

So long, ol' Funeral.

March!

Coley?

Get two horses and as much store as you

can pack on behind the three of 'em.

- No mule?

- No mule.

Only two ponies, Will?

How 'bout ol' Frazer?

- He's sound. Only two.

- Wait, Will.

Say, could I have me a little

of that money for myself?

- What for?

- Aw, shoot. Nothin'.

Just so I could, you know, get me

some do-funnies. Hell, somethin'.

You just get them horses

packed and...

get yourself a gun.

You just come from over there...

and seen this friend of mine.

Did you? A woman?

Well, that's all right.

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