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Good evening, aficionados of outdoor cooking.

I'm quite thrilled with my new barbecue.

It was rather inexpensive, but of course, I didn't take any of the extras.

I eschewed the heat indicator and temperature control, the motor -driven

the glass -covered rotisserie, the stainless steel side table, the built

-in blower, the warming oven, the utensil rack and the asbestos gloves.

I did buy the fire starter, however.

I understand one rubs these together.

For buying the lighter, I received free a restaurant credit card.

I expect to have no trouble acquiring charcoal, since I have a fellow

barbecuer... who makes it out of beef steaks.

I was given this amusing costume to wear.

Frankly, I have now lost my appetite completely.

Perhaps we should turn our attention to the play.

Hey, cute kid out there.

Hi, boys.

Hi, Ed. Well, all still working hard, I see.

Ed, lapped your lip around a cold one? Yeah.

What happened to you last week?

Busy.

Busy. I'll bet she's been in jail. The cops probably found out what he's

carrying around in that car of his.

Why don't you shut that big mouth of yours so I can see who it is?

No need of getting sore, Ed. I got a new line of doozies, Ben.

Now I'm going to stick with them nickel lucky Charlies. Give me about a dozen of

them. A couple of them dime jackpot aces. Come on, Ben.

Live it up.

Oh, here's one.

Quarter.

Lady of love.

Should be hot.

I've been stuck with them quarter boards before.

They get them half punched out and nobody wants to finish them. How about a

couple of cards of these? You sell them for 50 cents.

Make yourself $4 clear.

Are you kidding?

Ain't nobody foolish enough to pay four bits for a key ring.

Heck no.

Not when you can buy them in town for a quarter.

Not like this you can't.

Yeah.

That's it, Ed.

Look through the hole at the top.

Hot diggity dog.

Are they all different?

They're all different, but you've got to buy them if you want to see them.

Wowee. Hey, there's something nice for the kitchen, huh? Hey, how can they pack

all of that picture in that one little ring?

Hello. I'll take a couple of these. What else you got in there?

Well, I, um... I got some new playing cards.

I'll take one.

One?

Well, one lousy pack of cards don't even pay me to pull off a road to see you.

Well, that's up to you. I didn't ask you to stop off here.

Well, maybe I'll think twice about it next time.

I'm going out over to Charles Creek. Maybe I can get me some real business

there.

Bob! Comanche got to him twice before I could get to a fork. I warned Davey

Comanche to get me something. Oh, shotgun that bullet.

Davey's hurt bad.

You drive a truck, Davey. We gotta get Davey to a doctor.

Has he hurt bad, Bob?

Horned twice. Slow down the belly. I can't stop it from bleeding.

Sam, hold your hand on the place tight.

Charles Crick's nearest.

Yeah.

Take it easy, Davey.

Won't be long now till we get to it, Doctor.

Don't go taking it out on Comanche, Pop.

It was my own fault.

Bull goes for a man once, he'll do it twice.

Hey! Hey!

What's wrong?

Don't fool a man won't pull over.

You got to get around him somehow.

Who do you think you are on this stinking road?

Clay!

You've got to get past him!

You've got to hurry!

Stupid farmers.

Corn -picking yokels!

Ah, shut up!

Let us through!

Emergency! There's been an accident!

So what? Ain't no skin on...

an hour, it's still eight miles to Charles Creek. You got to go around him,

Faye.

You just got to go ahead and do it. If he'd just give me six more inches, I

could make it.

Big shot, eh?

On the whole road.

but he skunk deliberately pulled over on them. And I was scared of hurting Davey

more. I know, son.

You want me to tote Davey into town, Paul?

Too far, Sam, too far.

How about the shortcut across the pasture?

No, it would jolt Davey up too much all inside.

But we just can't stand here, Paul.

We're not.

We're going to build us a road right up out of this ditch with our own hands.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pine.

Your son simply lost too much blood.

We were too late, eh?

Yeah, too late.

If we'd got Davey here 15, 20 minutes sooner, you could have saved him,

Doctor.

Perhaps.

I'd say that would have been a good chance.

Come out and say it, Doc.

Well, he would have gotten the transfusion in time and had probably

out of deep shock.

But you could have saved him.

Yes, I could have saved him.

I'm going to get the shotgun, Pa.

Davey wouldn't want you to use it on Comanche.

I'm not planning to use it on the bull.

I'm going with you, Sam, and we'll find it. Quiet!

We'll find the man in the wagon.

We'll look for him till we find him.

But we're going to do it your pa's way.

Tulip!

Tulip!

What's the matter, Mr. Pine? You out of gas?

There was a station wagon here yesterday.

Must have left just before sundown.

You tell me who was driving it. You must mean, uh... Well, I get pretty good

trade here. I don't know of any particular station wagon.

Sure you know.

He pulled up here for gas, right here.

Now just you hold on a minute.

Where do you come off coming in here asking me questions like that?

I'm asking you fair.

Now you tell me.

All right.

Was Ed Freitas?

Yeah, must have been Ed Freitas.

Where'll I find him?

Well, I don't know. He travels all over the state.

Peddles stuff from his car.

Gets by here now and then.

I'll be back time he comes again.

Tells this Freitas I want to see him.

He'll have to answer to me.

Thank you, boys. Come in again now.

He gives me the creeps. He just sits there all day long, all the time.

Here's a colon for you, Mr. Pine.

On me?

Back again, huh?

Where do you think I am?

Connected in New York?

Here's that Freitas, boys.

Well, I got some new stuff this time. I'll bet it goes better than those key

rings I gave you the last time you took. Hey, did you get rid of all that? I bet

you did. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, Ed.

Now we got him, Sam. I want to beat his head in. Look, we agreed to do like Pa

said.

How much are you going to leave him? None.

All I'll have left is what's in the carburetor and the fuel line.

That won't get him more than two, three miles.

We'll go back to the truck now and wait for Paul.

Oh, like I've been saying, Ed, with the weather and everything.

Business just ain't been too good. Now listen, Ben, this new line I've been

showing you is hot stuff.

I don't question that, but my customers work hard for their money and they spend

it slow.

Bunch of nickel -squeezing oafs. Maybe.

But let's just leave it that way, huh?

Just business, Ben.

Just business.

Cost me time and money to come by here, you know. I gotta do business to make it

worth my while. You drop by next week, huh?

Say, wait a minute, Dad.

I've been thinking about turning this in on a new model.

Got any new ones?

What's the matter?

Out of gas.

How'd that happen? I don't know.

I had the tank filled up over in Prenticeville. The dirty crooks charged

a full tank.

Probably just half filled it. Well, so happens I got a drum at my place just

west of here. I'll pay you for it.

Clay, you get in the car with the man.

We'll push you.

One of my boys will fill your tank, mister. Come on in the kitchen.

All right.

Sit down there and have a little

something. Clay?

I told you a dozen times not to put the liquor on that shelf.

Sorry, Pa.

A fellow from the Agricultural Extension Service, he brought me a jug of poison

to try out on the marshmallows.

Ought to be able to tell a difference.

It don't have no taste or smell to it.

If a fellow were to drink it accidentally, he'd be dead in an hour.

If he didn't get to a doctor.

All right, Pa.

I'll take it out the barn.

See you do, or put the liquor somewhere else.

Fill the tank up, Pa.

Motor started fine.

Well, what do I owe you for the gas?

You don't owe me anything. Nothing at all, Mr... Freitas.

Ed Freitas.

Freitas. I'm Sam Pine.

These two boys are my sons. This is young Sam. This is Clay.

About two weeks ago, there was another boy, Davey.

He was killed.

Not too bad. What happened?

Bull gored him.

How awful.

I'd better take a walk and see what's wrong with him.

Would you like to see the bull, Mr. Freitas?

Not me. You ain't gonna get me out there.

All right, Clay. You go out and see if he's chained up good.

You look warm.

Have some more of this.

Cool you down a bit.

You ought to get rid of that bull.

Well, I did think some of putting the shotgun to him, but it wouldn't have

brought Davey back.

Besides, it wasn't really the bull that killed him.

Oh, it wasn't? Why was it?

It was a hog.

A hog?

Kind of hog.

You see, Davey was alive when we pulled him away from the bull.

He was hurt real bad, but he was alive.

We put him in the truck and started for Charles Crick.

A doctor could have saved him from bleeding to death.

What happened then?

We come on a man in a station wagon.

A station wagon with a broken tail lamp.

Clay signaled with a horn.

But the man wouldn't move over and let us pass.

I gotta be getting along.

Hear me out, Freitas.

He wouldn't pull over. He even slowed down.

And all the time, Davey was bleeding to death.

Clay's a good driver. He tried to pass.

But the man run us off the road, deliberately, into a ditch.

You know all about it, don't you, Freitas?

You don't know it was me. Yes, I do.

You've proved it.

What are you going to do?

Well, you got no right.

I'm going to get out of here.

And don't you try to stop me either.

How many drinks did you have?

You did poison me.

that heap to one side. Let me pass.

Howdy, Mr. Freitas.

Real nice day.

Yes, sir. Real nice day.

You out for a ride, Mr. Freitas?

Out of the way. I'm in a hurry.

Oh, business, huh?

I gotta get to Charles Creek.

I got all day, Mr. Freitas.

Look, son, just pull over about half a foot.

Nice day to be alive.

Like Pa says, most people don't take time to enjoy it.

Don't stand there gabbing.

Let me by.

That ain't no way to talk.

I got to get to a doctor.

Move over, son. Come on, be a good guy.

There's been a sort of sad accident on the road, Paul.

Seems Mr. Freitas up and got himself killed.

He was driving to Charles Creek.

Never did figure he was much of a driver.

You mustn't speak disrespectful of the dead, Sam.

And he dead.

That was a right smart story you made up about the county agent, Paul.

Especially as there never was no poison.

Come to think of it, no sense in wasting good liquor.

This concludes our entertainment for this evening.

You'll be pleased to know that I've solved my barbecue problem.

It involves burning down a barn each time you want roast lamb.

It's even better on those occasions when I can get my guests into the barn too.

Next time, I shall return with another story. Until then, good night.