Yellow Sky Page #7

- Depends on how much you got.

- Well, now, countin'the dust-

- Don't tell 'em, Grandpa.

- Don't tell 'em anything more!

- Well, Mike, I thought-

I had to do something. I couldn't

let you stay up there and die.

- Now, listen, ma'am.

I've been tryin' to be patient with you-

- That money's yours, Grandpa.

I know how hard you worked

and sweated for it.

They got no right to it. Of course,

you can't understand that, can you?

'Cause you're no good.

None of you.

- You're just born takers.

- You still haven't said how much you got.

It ain't just the money.

Look at him. He's an old man.

All he's dreamed about is seein'

this town come to life again...

with people livin'here and

workin'and-and stores open.

The stage comin' through

from Alkali.

And all because of him

and what he done.

You see, Mike? They don't even

know what you're talkin' about.

Uh, how about 50-50?

How much?

Oh, 50,000.

Fifty thousand dollars?

[Grandpa]

Around that.

I think maybe we can do business.

Where is it?

Go show 'em, Mike.

Mike?

It's cached in the mouth of that

old silver mine up under those big rocks.

When you came here this morning,

we went up and knocked out a few timbers.

It's buried now.

- If you want it, you'll have to dig for it.

- Want it?

Oh, my back feels like it's broke.

From now on, I'm stickin'

to robbin' banks.

You sure don't catch that

old Dude doin' no work.

Oh, he wouldn't be no good nohow...

with that lung of his.

'Sides, somebody's got to keep an eye

on the girl and the old man, don't they?

That's what's bothering me.

He may keep too close an eye on her.

Why don't you shut up

about that girl?

Once you get your hands on all this gold, she

won't look no better than a broken-down squaw.

Well, that's a lie.

She'll never look anything but pretty.

Well, of all the-

You too?

[Men Laughing]

Whoa!

- [Muttering]

- [Men Laughing]

[Mutters, Grunts]

Go on, Lengthy!

Go on and kiss her!

She ain't got no gun on her this time!

Ride her, cowboy!

Ride her!

But watch yourself.

- Ow!

- Looks like she's got a burr under her saddle!

[Laughing Continues]

Why, you-

Let him up!

Let him up!

You let him go!

[Groans]

Let him up.

- Let him up!

- I ain't lettin' nobody up.

He hit me, and I'm gonna

give it to him... good!

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

[Laughing]

[Laughs]

[Gasping]

[Coughing]

You fellows just won't

listen to me, will ya?

It wasn't my fault. She came down here

swingin'herself pretty fancy.

- I'll leave it to Walrus.

- [Walrus] That's right, boss.

Looks like she was

just askin' for trouble.

From now on,

stay away from my men...

and stop swinging'your hips

all over the place!

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