Two Rode Together Page #4

Well, maybe we can

make it your department.

Yes, sir.

- Mrs. Frazer.

- Welcome back, Jim.

Thank you.

He'll find our son.

I know he will.

I could see a light...

...shining around his head.

Just like a halo.

You mean to tell me

you dragged me 40 miles...

...all the way out here, for that?

I did not drag you, Marshal McCabe.

You had reasons of your own

for coming, remember?

All right, Jim. All right.

Let's just say that I got my own

good reasons for going back.

- Lf I could catch a few hours sleep...

- Sleep?

Could you sleep knowing

what a disappointment...

...this is going to be

to those people?

I'll sleep like a baby.

- I'll be happy to prove it.

- Now, wait. Take it easy.

You saw how those people looked

at you when we rode in.

I sure did. I sure did.

Now that you explained to me

why they looked at me like that...

...I can't say I'm too impressed.

That was the same kind of a look

the Romans gave the Christians...

...just before they turned

the lions loose.

All right. But you've had dealings

with Quanah Parker before.

He knows you. He trusts you.

Quanah Parker

wouldn't trust his mother.

Of course I've had dealings with him

with horses and hides.

A little gold one time.

- Weapons?

- Yeah, yeah, a few weapons.

But I'll tell you this, I never once

rode out of that camp of his...

...without having the feeling that I'd

left something important behind me.

Like my scalp, for instance.

Would money influence your decision?

Yeah. Yeah, might.

I'd be exceeding my authority...

...but I'm prepared

to enrol you as a chief scout.

The pay is that of a first lieutenant.

- Eighty dollars a month?

- And found.

Well, now, major...

Now, I'll tell you what I'll do...

...just to show you

my heart's in the right place.

Now, there's 100,

2, 3... There's $400.

Good Yankee currency. That'll buy you

five chief scouts for a month.

Now, you tell them just exactly

what you told me:

That all they have to do is to ride

into Quanah Parker's camp...

...and tell him they want all

the white prisoners...

...his Comanches have captured

in the last 15, 20 years.

You get any takers, you can pay it

out of that 400.

No, go on, take it.

I'll be riding out here in a month or so.

I'll pick up what's left.

Mr. Gary, perhaps Marshal McCabe

can share your quarters...

...until he's rested sufficiently to return

to his more lucrative duties in Tascosa.

- Fine.

- Yes, sir.

I know Madam Aragon

will be glad to see him back.

- Won't she, Guth?

- Hell, now, Jim...

- Just what is your price, McCabe?

- Lf you'd call him Guth, he'll shave...

I don't know what this private joke's

about, but it's gone far enough.

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