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Did you get it, huh? Did you get- you- oh.

It didn't arrive, pa.

Well, I guess we'll have to wait for the afternoon stage, son.

Hmm! A lady can't show herself in public these days,

Without being... Insultified.

Hab! Hab?

Yeah, ma?

Get out, can't you?

I was sleepin'.

Don't just lay there.

I didn't do it on purpose.

Leave the boy be.

He's a good boy, he'll flesh out some, soon as he starts shavin'.

Won't you, dear?

Whatever you say, ma.

Coachman: Hyah!

Ay pobrecita!

Bring her in the hotel, I will cut her corset strings.

Pobrecita! Stay out! Stay out!

Where do you think you're going?!

Ay pobrecita!

You all stay out there, you you can't come in here!

Bien, go, go, out, out!

Pobrecita, I- I fix right away.

Don't worry, I fix. Ha.

Ah caramba! What pressure!

What are you carvin'?

A link chain.

I- I'm mark mccain.

Howdy, hab carreway. Hab'kuk.

hab'kuk?

That's what she'd call me after pa snuck out on us. Hab'kuk.

Name like that, you must really have a time in school.

It's learned me box fightin'.

I could whup lots of growed men, if it wasn't my elders.

I wonder what hit that poor lady.

Fits. Had a cat once, ran clear off the wall.

No, that lady didn't have any fits.

Her? Indoors, she'd crawl right across the ceilin'.

You know, they've been in there a long time.

Maybe we oughta go in.

Two women with a chance to feel sorry for each other,

It's better than whiskey for 'em.

What do you know about women?

Enough to have stayed single.

You're sour grapes on 'em.

Me?

I love the little critters, for cookin' an' washin' my shirts.

An' that's the way I wanna keep it.

Poor woman, she's had a terrible experience.

Indians?!

Much worse! A husband!

Ay pobrecito.

She's all right now, son.

Come here to your mother, hab'kuk.

That there is the father who abandoned you,

On your birth night.

You said what, ma'am?

Norman ambrose carreway, my lawful wedded husband,

That I've stood by faithful and true goin' on 16 year,

An' given 'im a fine son, too.

How could you do it to us, norman?

We've searched this wide wary world,

But the closest we ever gained on you

Was the print of a boot heel, on the bank of the river healer,

With the water slowly seepin' into it.

Me? She's talkin' about me?

Well, you all know me?

My name isn't norman, I'm old micah torrance,

Your elected marshal.

Alias ambrose dicky, alias dick hickey.

Alias major pantoo, alias charmin' billy.

He was charmin', too.

Oh, norman, there ain't no need for you

To go on lyin' an' perjurin'.

In this here bosom, you'll only find wifely forgiveness.

But I- I never saw this woman before.

Ay, mentiroso! You are liar!

Is not yet two minutes, I hear you call this poor orphan, son.

But I call every young man, son.

Charmer, old buddy, maybe you better let me explain.

Well, I'd sure be obligated to you, lucas.

One thing first. Are you, so help you, guilty or not guilty?

Well, uh, to the best of my knowledge an' recollection.

To the best of your-

Look, ma'am, the marshal is a little shaken.

Maybe we oughta discuss this tomorrow,

In his office about 10:30?

Nice an' friendly, we'll thresh it out?

One thing's workin' for you, norman.

Nobody's brought up the subject of lynchin', so far.

-Norman! -Come on, son.

Hello, abigail.

You, uh, sub-let to these animals?

Cats are always welcome. They appreciate comfort.

Oh, I... Must get this fixed someday.

There.

Hello, little mother?

You... There you are.

You know, micah, the way I see it,

This woman is an adventuress.

She's cold, she's smart and she's ruthless.

She picked your name out of a hat, she rented that boy

From an orphanage an' she's here to shake the bushes.

Hmm. What can she shake me for, my wealth?

Political pull? Social position?

Of course, there's always the charmin' billy angle.

Oh, it's not you. That's some filthy lie she made up.

So sure of it, eh?

You know, lucas, you must try to understand,

There actually are certain men who have this mysterious power

Over the female sex.

And we don't lose it, just because we live to be after 40.

Well, may I ask, ma'am,

Where this alleged marriage took place?

Me an' norman was joined in wedlock at massacree, texas.

16 years ago, come October.

And our son was born the followin' year, July 30.

Well, that would seem to settle it,

As soon as we get a peak at that lone star marriage voucher.

My husband can tell you what become of my marriage lines.

All printed up so pretty, an' at the fee of one dollar,

Paid by me.

Oh, norman! I tried to be understandin',

But why did you set the house afire when you was leavin'?!

Me? I never!

Set the house on fire?!

Mister, them flames was bustin' right through the roof,

An' me an' hab'kuk busted out, with a stove-ax!

Old man: Anybody got a rope?!

All right, quiet, folks! Quiet!

I'm sure it's real kind of you, offerin' to lynch my husband

For me, but how'd that get my poor boy his pa back?

Supposin' we just leave that up to norm's conscience

For a few days?

Then if he still ain't got one,

Me an' hab'kuk will go away an' never bother him no more.

Not in this life, anyways.

Mr. Mccain.

At least your manners has politened, normy.

Pobrecita.

Well, charmer boy,

You really have her eatin' out of your hand.

Man must have been a fool, desertin' a woman like her.

Really wasn't you then, huh?

That's what teases me, lucas.

As near as I can figure,

I was in texas about the time she mentions.

Near as you can figure?

Well, you forget that, uh, for almost 22 years

I never drank much less than a quart of whiskey a day,

So my memories o' that stretch are, naturally, a little spotty.

So you could be her husband?

Deserted her, too. But as far as settin' a house on fire-

I'm glad we can cross that off.

Lucas, if you desert me, I won't have a friend left.

I'll tack these up for you.

Believe it or not, I still have duties to perform.

I've gotta ride out a piece, I'll be back for supper.

Hello, son.

What are those, pa?

Now these are- now, don't you start teasin' me,

That you wanna tack these up on the bulletin board.

Are those wanted posters?

Yeah.

Oh, gosh, pa, why not? Let me hang them up, please?

Hmm. Oh... All right then, here.

Gee, thanks.

And uh, now you can sit back an' catch your 40 winks

In micah's armchair.

Pa! Pa, come here, hurry!

What did you do, smash your thumbs?

What is it?

Micah!

Why, ma'am, what's this?

No man with my brand on 'im lives in a skunk hole.

When I went to fix your supper,

There was a batch of kittens in the oven.

Smells mighty good.

Ought to, it's your favorite supper, spring lamb stew.

How do you know that, ma'am?

Oh, now, norman, there's certain of a man's tastes

An' preferences that a married woman don't forget too soon.

And quit callin' me ma'am.

My name's leota, as you know quite well.

Would, uh, lee, do?

Always has, in private that is.

Hab? What are you doin' up there?

Sittin'.

Seen the marshal around, son?

You got visitors, pa.

Howdy, lucas? Mark?

Been wonderin' if somethin' happened to you.

No problems now.

Son, go check the horses.

Evenin', mr. Mccain.

So what are you up to here?

Well, you were right there with me.

The whole town insistin' that I'm a husband an' father,

What's my opinion against so many?

And conditions aren't so bad.

You'll have to excuse my bare toes, my, uh,

My socks are in the wash boiler.

A wash boiler.

An' the lady is waitin'.

Hey, micah, you know a gun slapper named walt hacklock?

Yes, by reputation.

I understand he's been workin' in stud city recently.

The law leaves him alone?

Oh, yes, he's old, past his prime, just, uh,

Sticks to shavin' cards an' petty gamblin'.

Well, like I said, if north fork needs any law tonight,

They'll find the marshal in the spare jail cell.

Hmm. Good place for him.

Oh, hab, I, uh, I wanna thank you for mendin' the bed.

Oh, that's all right.

Now you know that's-that's mighty handsome whittlin'.

Only body I ever seen could match it

Was a lifer in galveston penitentiary.

Maybe he didn't have no pa neither... Pa.

You don't mind stayin' alone a couple of nights?

Course not.

You know, son, this just could be micah.

Not if we are his friends.

Well, as you get older, things don't stay that simple,

I'm sorry to say.

Yeah, but- well, once you bring back her real husband

From stud city, then we can quit worryin'.

I hope you're right.

Well, have a good trip, pa.

I don't fancy you lookin' over my shoulder, stranger?

I'm not interested in your poker hand, mister,

I'm lookin' for norman ambrose carreway.

Alias walt hacklock.

An' who might you be? You long, lanky, ornary-lookin'-

I'm the fella holdin' this gun on you... And it's loaded.

Don't you know it ain' polite or mannerly to behave so unfriendly

To a man you ain't even been introduced to?

This will do for an introduction, mister.

And get that hand back on the table.

What's your pleasure, mister?

I'm bringin' you in, and it's no pleasure.

Now just a minute, long drawers.

What makes you imagine you can deliver me?

That answer you?

Very interesting.

But you just made your last bullet.

If that's your hunch, draw to it.

Oh, I don't like the look in them eyes.

You're packed, long drawers. Mortimer?

Would you be obliged enough to de-gun for this gent,

He seems nervous.

Ain't you a miniature loco.

To get off from being killed quick on Friday afternoon,

A man settles to have his neck stretch slow on Monday mornin'.

Mortimer, get that little utensil behind his neck.

You've been around, ain't you?

Yeah. Let's hit it.

He's asleep. He said to give this to his pa.

He's such a good, lovin' boy.

He's like you, lee.

When he's full growed,

I want for him to be exactly like you, norm.

Kind and true, with a shinin' star on his chest.

This has been happy days an' hours,

Learnin' to know you for the man I really believed you was.

Such a dunce I've been, wastin' half of my years alone.

Oh, let's not remember about that.

Dear?

When you gonna quit that jailhouse,

An'... Really come home?

Micah?

Lucas? Is that you?

I brought a man.

What man?

Yours, ma'am.

Get on up there to her, hacklock,

An' I oughta make you crawl.

dear lord of mercy! It's my norm.

Leota, darlin'.

My, but the years have been kind to you.

They spared me nothin', norman.

'cept gettin' to hate my boy's pa.

Leota.

Try an' forgive me, mr. Torrance.

I so wanted you to be my norman, I imagined you- you was.

Mr. Mccain? Ain't they just as like as two thumbs?

Yeah, sore thumbs.

Well, I don't see any resemblance.

Huh, me? Look like him?

What did I tell you about her, long drawers?

Always workin' to break down a man's self respect.

And another thing, I don't take too kindly to a galoot

Chasin' after me wife, the second my back is turned.

And another thing, marshal or no marshal,

It's just a good thing for you, I'm not in a fightin' mood.

It's a good thing for you I'm not, either.

Ha, that kind of braggin' don't impress me in the least,

Or me ladies, I dare say.

Maybe a punch in the nose would.

I dare you.

Thank you kindly, marshal.

Is he hurt bad, mr. Mccain?

No, I'm afraid not, ma'am.

Dear micah, I still pray he be like you when he's growed.

Well, this is a fine kettle of fish,

An' I guess I know when I'm not welcome.

Now where's my betsy horse?

Howdy, pa?

I- it's a lie.

Why, my shaver ain't no bigger than a happy toad.

I- what's your name?

Hab'kuk.

-What? -Hab'kuk.

Well, that ain't a name, that's a fightin' word.

Now see here, from now on we're goin' to call you tom.

Not thomas, not tommy, but tom. T-o-m, you understand?

Tom.

Hmm. Well, now, it's been awful- what's your name?

Hab'kuk.

Well, hab'kuk, it's been awfully nice meetin' up with ya,

And see here, don't you pay no mind to all of them rumors

The government has been spreadin' around about me.

You ain't goin' nowheres, pa.

What's that?

This time you'll stay, an' you do your fair share

O' listenin' to her.

You, uh, you're forgetting yourself, tommy boy.

Now you just go on upstairs to your mother.

Well now, now- now, thomas, that wasn't very respectful.

My, but you- you hit like an outlaw mule.

come here, come here.

Why, what's the matter, boy? I wouldn't have hurt you.

I don't mind, pa.

Just one good whuppin' like the other kids used to got.

Oh, tommy, tommy, here.

I'm goin' to tell you somethin'.

I was blind drunk when you were born.

Been losin' me wits for three days, an' when I heard

Squalling inside, I- I just took off.

I must have rode 20 miles through the dark night.

When I woke in my saddle, I knew there was-

There was somethin' wrong, I was afraid.

And I thought, but what am I doin' here? I'll go back to him.

But that wasn't it.

And suddenly it came to me,

Somethin' about knockin' a lamp over.

I turned and I run from it, boy. And I kept on runnin'.

And even when I found out you were both alive and trailin' me,

I just couldn't pull up, no ways.

So you see, boy,

What good is a daddy you can't but look down on?

But pa, at least you're somethin' better than nothin'.

Keep saying that, boy.

Just keep sayin' that, just keep sayin' that. Yes.

I'm obliged to you for kidnappin' me.

I'll have some settler drive the rig back.

Adios, tom.

Hasta la vista, mark.

Well, long drawers, I don't deserve this.

Who does, norman?

If it's any consolement to you, there has to be somethin'

Wrong with the woman who'd fall in love

With such a shiftless no count in the first place.

You think he'll stay put this time?

He's older an' tireder, maybe lonelier. I think he will.

Right, right! We're away. Come on, giddy up, you beasts!

Come on.

Well, micah, at least you got window curtains out of it.

Hey look, pa. Hab forgot his chain.

He didn't forget that, mark, he gave that to me.

And you know somethin'? I'm awfully glad he did.

Pa?

Let's go home.