Ride Lonesome1959

Whit:
When are we gonna do Brigade?

Sam Boone:
Soon.

Whit:
I been thinkin'. He ain't a man you can go straight at. Now, me and you, we're gonna hafta figure a plan. Some way to get him between us.

Sam Boone:
Can't kill a man like Brigade from behind.

Whit:
We could stand off! I don't hold to endin' a man with a long gun...

Sam Boone:
[Boone cuts him off] Don't worry, Whit. Time comes, I'll take care of it.

Whit:
Hope so. Hate to see you lose your place up Socorro way. Be mighty proud to work for you.

Sam Boone:
WORK for me?

Whit:
Well, I plowed when I was young... ain't much with chickens, but I can slop pigs with the best of 'em.

Sam Boone:
[Exasperated] Whit, how long you and me been ridin' together?

Whit:
[Unsure] 'Bout... two years?

Sam Boone:
More like five.

Whit:
So?

Sam Boone:
So you ain't gonna be workin' for me. [Whit shuffles his feet, unsure of how to respond] You're gonna be a partner.

Whit:
[Disbelieving] Partner?

Sam Boone:
Right down the middle.

Whit:
Well... how come?

Sam Boone:
[Patiently] 'Cause I like you, Whit.

Whit:
Well, I never knew that!

Sam Boone:
[Out of patience] Now get up on that rise!

Whit:
Yes, SIR!