The Ultimate Life Page #4

By the way, name's not

Slick. It's Red. Red Stevens.

Gus Caldwell. Girls call me Stud.

I'm gonna stick with Gus.

You seem to know your

way around a ranch.

Boy, howdy, my whole life.

- Till two year ago.

- What happened?

Stinking Depression.

Bank foreclosed on us.

Now my daddy's stuck working other

men's ranches, trying to make ends meet.

Me, too.

Had to quit school, but

least I'm doing something.

My daddy shovels coal back in

Baton Rouge, when there's work,

so I know what it means

to be on the short end.

Someday, I'm gonna have me my own ranch,

and it'll be bigger than this one.

Then I'm gonna take over the bank.

Yeah?

Well, whatever I do, it's gonna be big,

'cause I ain't stopping

till I'm a billionaire.

That's a big number.

Better plan on a different

career than ranching then.

You oughta head out to California.

They got plenty of jobs out there.

Hey! Maybe you can get into the movies.

I hear The Three Stooges

are looking for a fourth one.

Ante up, gents.

Five-card stud. Like me.

You better give me something

I can work with this time, kid,

or I'll run your hind parts

back to nursery school.

September 6th, 1941.

Working for my supper and

few bucks is just surviving.

I don't want to end up like

the fat man or the old guy,

digging holes when I'm their age.

They should be raking in the

money as their own bosses by now.

He's got what?

Well, so quick to the punch.

Come on, Red, where you going?

There's too many old guys at this table.

Hey, Red.

- What can I do for you?

- Mr. Early...

- I'd like to know how I can be you.

- Be me?

I want to know everything I

can about how to be successful.

Just like you are. I want... I

wanna know how to get what you have.

Have a seat.

Success.

Hm...

Well...

Success takes a lot of things, son.

A lot of things working together.

I guess you don't want be a sheep.

You want to be the bellwether.

The bellwether?

The leader, son.

A leader of men.

To make things successful for yourself.

If I get that fence finished a day

early, does that save you any money?

Sure. On feed. Yeah, you bet.

You split those savings with me, I'll

have that fence finished by tomorrow.

I do like you, son. But

it ain't gonna happen.

We'll see.

Hm...

Where's Red? His bed's made.

That little son of a gun!

Better not have quit on us.

We've only got two days

left to finish that fence.

What the heck, Red?

You've pushed this fence down

a hundred yards since yesterday.

- When did you come out here?

- 3:
00.

- Three-what? -

Three in the morning.

Why? Why not?

Sooner we get this fence

done, sooner we get paid.

Yeah, but why would we want

to cut off another day of work?

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