:02:00
again and again.
:02:02
She went by the name of Old Rawhide.
:02:04
About ten years before, she'd been
elected beauty queen of Wolf Creek.
:02:08
She rode bareback standing up through
the 100 inhabitants, mostly male.
:02:13
Her skirts flew high,
and she won the contest.
:02:16
It's stiff!
l couldn't feel my hands!
:02:19
I'm thinking about my dog Sport
that's with me.
:02:22
If it gets any colder,
l may have to slit him open...
:02:26
and stick my hands in
to keep them from freezing.
:02:28
It would have been a tough thing
to do.
:02:30
But, hell, I did it before
at the Yukon.
:02:34
God knows I love that damn dog.
:02:36
She still wore the divided skirts
of a horsewoman...
:02:39
although they must have been
a hardship in her new profession.
:02:42
There, on a branch
waiting to jump on their first deer...
:02:47
is the goddamn otter!
:02:51
Hey, buster.
:02:53
What's an otter doing on the top
of Roger's Pass?
:02:57
l thought they swam in the creeks.
:03:02
Why don't you bring this lady
a whiskey?
:03:06
I've got to shove off.
:03:10
Don't forget, ol' boy,
Friday, fishing.
:03:13
What?
:03:43
What say?
:03:44
They said I'd find you
at your other office.
:03:47
Yeah, deadline.
Can't work there.
:03:53
You come for a drink?
:03:56
A favor.