Westward Ho Page #3

Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Uh, John Allen.

You're hired, Allen.

Thirty per and a bonus if there

ain't no losses. Well, thanks, Lafe.

How's the herd holdin'

up so far? Pretty good,

considerin' the weather.

Well, I reckon I'll drop back and

tell the boys we got a new hand.

Be seein' ya.

Hey, stupid!

Where do you think

you're goin'?

Get back there with the

herd, you muttonhead!

Just who do you think you're talking

to? And who are you calling "muttonhead"?

Well, I, uh-

That is, uh-

- And just what are you doing here,

if I may ask?

- Well, I'm the new trail boss.

Well, my name's Mary Gordon,

and my father owns this outfit.

So from now on

it's "Miss Gordon" to you,

not "muttonhead," you-

you dumbbell!

Where'd you get

the new maverick, Dad?

Just dropped out

of a clear sky.

He looks like a good hand

to have around.

Good morning,

Miss Gordon.

Oh, good morning,

Mister... Muttonhead.

Can I saddle up

for you?

Oh, I've been doing it for years.

I guess once more won't hurt me.

Well, that's right.

I agree with you. A girl

that rides a trail herd...

should be made to do

her own work.

There we are.

All ready to go.

Any more orders? A good trail boss

always rides at the head of his outfit.

Yes, Miss Gordon.

Well,

Plug Lewis just rode in. Said the

Gordon herd's movin' up the Dalton Trail.

That's what I've been waitin' to

hear. Where's the kid? Outside.

Blackie, get Jim in here.

- Hey, Jim!

- Well, what is it?

Ballard wants

to see ya.

What's up?

Don't know.

All right.

Well, what is it? The Gordon

herd is out on the flat.

I've got 'em as good as sold. Bring 'em

in. Do ya understand? Sure. Don't worry.

Say, I hear that Singin' Rider outfit is making

it plenty hot for the boys down Sonora way.

Keep your eyes open.

I ain't worried none.

Don't be too sure

o' yourself.

I hear they're tough-

mighty tough.

Ah, forget 'em. I'll take the

boys and figure things out.

Come on, men.

It's funny what a great outlaw

that Wyatt kid turned out to be.

Shut up, you fool. Don't ever mention his real

name again. I don't want him to remember it.

He doesn't know yet it was us

that killed his folks.

Early start, Lafe. If it keeps cool,

we oughta cover a lot o' ground.

Yeah, we did

right well yesterday.

That's because

of our new trail boss.

Allen!

Look yonder.

Come on.

Let's go.

Easy, pardner.

There.

What happened?

Held up. They stole my

horse and left me to die.

Where'd they get ya?

About five miles backtrail.

I got this far, but couldn't

get much further without a horse.

John, have the boys bring the

chuck wagon. We'll fix him up.

Guess we'll go through Paiute Meadows

sometime tomorrow, won't we, Allen?

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