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Show -11- waving their arms at once- "Get away f Get out of the way^ old man! '*B " 1 said this is my place-can't you hear me? You get out. All of you. Right now*" "Hey," said that shaver, "is that a real cowboy ? My god, he's old!" "Look, dad* werre busy, can't you see ? Now how about you just getting the hell out of here." The runty one, the boss with his pant legs cut off, was coming up fast now, waving bis cigar and yelling at him to get out of the way. To get out! Better watch him, with that frown; watch him close. But watch that fancy cowboy too; he had the coldest eyes Cardon had ever seen, including Dick Martin's, that born killer. And now the runty one was waving both arms and getting red in the face. "Get out, get out!" he screamed, his voice rising like a mad woman's. "Goddam it, we're making this for TV! Don't you hear me, you old fool! For TV! This is Marlboro Country! We're making this Marlboro Country!" Cardon pulled the hammer back on his rifle. "Now you'd just better listen to me, hombre. This is the Bar Z and you're not taking it for nobody. So get, you low-life squatters." "Out! Out! Away!" The man was plumb loco. "Don't you boys talk English? I said, this is my place, and I'm telling you to leave. So get going. I'll give you just one half of an hour to get all your stuff together and clear on out of here." But they didn't stop, didn't even slow down, advancing on him, all of them bunched up behind their boss now, the horseman a little off to the left, dangerous over there. Even the man with the shirt over his head had jumped down from the pickup and was right up in front. |