The Tall T Page #3

It's yours when you make up your mind

to come back to work.

You think a lot of that

claybank of yours, don't you?

- Enough.

- All right, I'll make you a wager.

A bull of your choice against your horse.

And all you gotta do is ride him.

- Ride him? You mean the bull?

- To a standstill.

- I ain't interested.

- You ain't able.

- That's what you mean, don't you?

- Yeah, that's what he means.

The boys around here keep saying

as how you're really something.

Best top hand around.

You don't look on fire to me.

I'll float my stick with Mr. Tenvoorde

here. You've gone gentle, Brennan.

You say any bull of my choice?

How long you figure it will lay a man up

if that bull was to stomp him?

- That all depends.

- I figure two or three weeks.

Oh, I figured that.

That ought to be long enough to talk that

hard-head into coming back to work for me.

Give me his tail.

All right, boys, let me have him.

Be seeing you!

Rintoon!

- You didn't have to run me near over.

- Well, I didn't see it was you.

- What happened, Patrick?

- I lost my horse.

- Kind of careless, ain't it?

- To Tenvoorde.

- Well, that figures.

- Rintoon! We'll never get to Bisbee

if you insist on stopping to pass the time

of day with... With everybody we meet.

Patrick, I want you to meet Mr.

Willard Mims. He's a bookkeeper.

Hello, Willard.

Rintoon, you are through!

I swear this is your last run on this line.

You know, after 20 years

as a top muleskinner,

that company's gonna be

sorry to see me go.

You won't be so sure of yourself

when we get to Bisbee.

Swing your saddle up here, Patrick.

Rintoon, I said...

You said I'd be sorry when we get to Bisbee.

Now, just get back in there, Willard.

Throw her up here, Patrick.

May I remind you, this is not...

- This is not the regular passenger coach.

- Do you want me to walk to Sasabe?

- It's only 15 miles.

- Well, that's your problem.

- Now, take that saddle off...

- Willard!

Willard, we can't let

him walk all of that way.

Well, if you ride, you ride up on the boot.

Much obliged. Ma'am.

I wondered why the regular stage

would be almost an hour early.

- I'm obliged to you, Ed.

- Well, thank Willard for that.

I'll be getting off at Sasabe station.

Hank'll lend me a horse.

- What's so funny?

- I was just thinking.

First time I ever been on a honeymoon.

- Much obliged for the lift, Ed.

- Anytime, Patrick.

- Hey, Hank! Hank!

- Jeff!

Jeff!

The regular stage ain't due here for an hour.

There ought to be somebody here.

Hey, Hank!

Rintoon, is there anything wrong?

Nothing we can't handle without you,

Willard.

- Jeff!

- Hey, Hank!

You all drop your guns and come on down.

Gentle now! Slow!

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