Three Violent People Page #4

Oh, no. I intend to show my husband

great affection.

- Affection and respect?

- Of course.

I predict this man will spend

a great deal of time away from home.

No, he won't.

I've by no means

left love out of my calculations.

Love comes in time...

with understanding and respect.

I don't see how anyone can look so right

and think so wrong.

- I don't understand.

- About me.

I don't waste time brawling in the street.

I've got no time to waste.

I just spent the last four years

losing a war.

I've got a ranch to build up

and a family to raise.

I'm looking for a woman who...

A wife.

You're looking for a husband. Wait now.

Miss Hunter,

do you want to get married?

Of all the cold-blooded, unromantic...

Not the least bit

like double entry bookkeeping, is it?

No.

- I'll be back.

- No, serve it.

- Come back later.

- Yes, sir.

No, stay. Captain.

- But the dinner, sir. What'll I do?

- Eat it.

Captain.

I don't know. I just don't know.

- Come on, don't fall.

- Wait a minute.

Ruby, where can I find a minister?

Four doors down.

- Come on, we gotta get married.

- No.

- You don't want get married? You told...

- Oh, yes.

- I want to get married.

- You don't want to marry me, is that it?

No. I mean, yes, I want to marry you.

But not like this, Colt.

I want a white gown, and a veil,

and flowers...

and all the things to remember.

I know. I do know, but...

I've been away from Bar S for five years.

I want to go home.

I'm hungry to see my land again.

So if you could pass up the trimmings,

I'd be grateful.

All right.

You wait right here.

Miss Hunter...

- Ruby, I don't know your last name.

- LaSalle.

How do you do?

Miss Hunter.

Wait for me? Here?

I see what you mean

about these Saunders being violent.

He just...

Ruby, did you hear?

He's going to marry me. Me!

Did you hear?

- Expect me to spout congratulations?

- Why not?

- I expect you to be happy for me.

- Happy that you're riding for a fall?

It's a lot of nonsense.

It's a dream, honey. It never happens.

Because men who aren't afraid of guns,

Indians, or rattlesnakes...

are afraid of a little laughter

behind their back.

And there'll always be some man

with a weak mind and long memory...

who'll remember a girl who worked

at Selma's in Baton Rouge...

or Tess' in Frisco.

And when your man hears that laughter,

you'll wish you were long dead.

I'm telling you, Lorna, hide.

Sneak out of town, anything,

because that's just not gonna work.

I've got to believe it'll work.

I've got to.

I'll be here, honey, when you come

crawling back with your heart broken...

because your noble Captain

found out he made a bad bargain.

It won't be a bad bargain for him.

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