Track of the Cat Page #3

Well, the storm's letting up.

We got a pretty good chance

of getting him...

if we get up there before daylight.

Get what? What's he talking about?

What makes you so sure it's a panther?

What else would make the cattle bellow

the way they was?

- It's a panther all right.

- Maybe it's a bear.

The snow could be worrying them.

No. I know it's a cat.

Probably the same one

that got my dogs last year.

I'm gonna get him this time, if I have

to chase him clear to Placerville.

I'll tell you one thing.

You ain't gonna nail

the next hide up on the house.

- Not even if it's black?

- Not if it's red, white, and blue.

Such a stink

every time the door was open.

Yeah, but a black one, Ma.

Might bring some good luck

to the house.

Well, I'll take less luck

if it'll make less stink.

Sit down. I'll get you some breakfast.

You better take Hal's rifle.

That old Sharp's of yours is about

as much use as throwing rocks.

No use taking a gun

if it's Joe Sam's kind of cat.

- Better take your snowshoes.

- Won't need them.

We'll get him up on the north draw,

if we get him at all.

He'll be in there.

He can't be anyplace but there.

The bellowing come from the north.

He's got to be in there.

Too bad that ain't finished.

If a bullet don't stop him,

we might need it.

Okay.

I hope it snows for

a whole week, then.

Good morning, my dear!

Good morning! Come.

Come sit down beside me. Right here.

Letty will have breakfast for you

in no time at all.

Thank you, Mr. Bridges.

Cup of coffee for Miss Williams,

Letty.

And my bottle and the glass

from the cupboard, if you don't mind.

Nothing like a little cheer

on a cold, cold morning, huh?

Better watch the old goat.

He'll steal your girl.

I must apologize for my sons,

Miss Williams.

If they were gentlemen, they'd apologize

for waking you at this unseemly hour.

But gallantry is dead.

I sure hate to break up this little party

just when it's getting so good...

but we got a call to make, Art and me.

Old friend of Joe Sam's.

It's only a foolish joke, Miss Williams,

and a worn-out one at that.

We're in kind of a hurry, so Hal will

have to explain it to you the best he can.

Which is too bad in a way, because

Arthur's the one that really knows.

He talks to the thing.

Come on, Curt, let's go.

Joe Sam's freezing out here.

Why are you going?

You don't think I could handle a black

panther by myself, do you, Gracie?

An ordinary yellow one, maybe,

but not a black one.

You don't have to go.

If he's so set on going, let him go alone.

It doesn't take two to shoot at a shadow.

Grace, you're getting yourself

all worked up.

Why do you do whatever he wants?

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