The Shooting of Caribou Lou Page #5

I'm traveling right along with her.

What's her name?

Huh?

Hold on here.

Listen, you tell me who she is and what she's

doing over there, or I'll break you in half.

Have the paper?

What do you mean, a paper?

Writing? A letter?

Do you read?

Who give it to you?

Beard.

- Bear?

- Beard man.

You mean a bearded man?

That's all? No name?

Beard man.

Where'd he go?

Far.

- North.

- Far.

Poor, sorry sight you are.

Hey. Want a piece of candy, Shorty?

Is that Shorty?

Hi, Will. Look who this is.

My ol' Shorty.

All done...

with a real bad cracked foot.

Coigne's been here.

- Where's he at? Did you ask?

- He ruined 'im.

Traded him off.

The man's gonna get rid of him,

he says, 'cause he ain't no use.

What'd he tell you of Coigne?

Just nothin'.

Coigne come here a while back.

Then he just left. Couple days ago.

The man don't know wheres neither,

'cause I asked him all them kind of things.

He don't know nothin' about it.

Just sold him a horse.

Give him poor ol' Shorty.

Hey, Will.

What's he runnin' from?

He wasn't runnin'. The man

didn't say he was. Hey, Will.

Could you give me... $50?

I want this one!

Change my saddle over to this one.

Right off.

What do you want the 50 for?

Oh, you know.

So's he won't...

- Sooner or later, Coley...

- What's $50, Will?

So let him stand and

eat till I get back.

I'd like to be asked

my preference first.

Mr. Gashade!

You want a piece of candy, Will?

Now you begin to earn your pay.

Kingsley?

We'll see.

Plan to shoot a bit?

What if I was just to up and

pull out, keep the money?

Unless I know right here

and now what you're after.

You're not the only one

who knows the way.

Looking for something in there?

Day and a half, near two days old.

Come on.

You sure are gettin'

good at that, ma'am.

- So are you, Coley.

- Me?

So is Mr. Gashade.

We're making time.

Why are we all the time hurrying?

What's the pleasure?

I'm the one gettin' all the dust!

Oh, up in the mornin'

Toward daylight

Before I sleep

The moon shines bright

And my horse tossed me off

In a freezin' cold brook

And my horse tossed me off

Oh, I jump in the saddle

Grab hold of the horn

If I heard your name, I wouldn't know it.

Come a-ti-yi

yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yay

Come a-ti-yi, yippy-yippy-yay

- Would I?

- No.

Give a little yell

- I don't see no point to it.

- There isn't any.

What's that?

Oh, I heard it in the holler

I'm just singin'.

It's all right, Coley.

And I done real well

Till the boss said,

"Boy, go and give 'em hell"

Come a-ti-yi

yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yay

Come a-ti-yi yippy-yippy-yay

- You sure you don't wanna light down?

- How's the trail?

Pretty cold.

But you'll pick it up, won't you?

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