Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-11-20

an edge to her voice. Say, Eyes, Mr.
Sokolnitch" and smile your winning
smile. Terry. Because now is the time
to turn on the charm, dear. I'm warn
ing you"
Terry looked as if he had been
slapped. His lips drew together and he
said, so that's the way it is, my
chick. All right, the hell with it,
He turned and walked swiftly
toward the stairs, and in one moment
of regret Martha knew that this quar-
rel would take lot of patching up.
1t would have stayed like that for
four weeks instead of four days, if it
hadn't been fer Joe. 1t took Joe to
blow it up For four days Martha
didn't talk to Terry and he didn't talk
to her, for they were both stubborn
people. The only times Martha even
saw him were. at meals and on loca-
ton. They did her takes second and
fourth days, aid in between times she
was miserable and lost. 1t was up at
and quit at 7, and Joe wasn't around,
and they were rushing all Garth Wy
mans eXteriors as fast as they could
and she didn't see him. And she
wanted to, needed to.
On the fifth day, they moved back
into town to do the fight scene. The
script called for Garth to ride up
through busy frontier street, and dis
mount in front of the sheriff'S office.
The sheriff, hostile to the nesters' in
tereSt which Garth was defending,
was standing in the doorway waiting
for him. Hard words were passed and
he entered the office.
While Tom Ford, the st. Adams
marshall, policed the curious towns
people on the open side of the square
the scene was rehearsed to Sokol-
nitch's satisfaction. He was seated in
a canvas chair at the end Of the
camera track, surrounded by assistants,
cameramen and soundmen and all who
had business there, which Joe Gaines
didn't have. Joe was there anyway,
gravely watching the hocus-pocus Of
the rehearsal and the wait until the
clouds which obscured the sun drifted
over
The the whistle for silence blew, the
whistle for action, and the frontier
street began to hustle.
Garth Wyman, looking masculine
and handsome and a little hammy,
came riding down the street on a
magnificent chestnut gelding. He
pulled up in front of the sheriff's Of
flee and dismounted, and the sheriff
was watching. The cameras we're going
and Garth had come out from behind
his horse and taken his belligerent
stance, ready to speak.
An then Joe's raw, "Haw, haw, haw,"
shattered it.
Sokolnitch raised up in his chair and
yelled, "Cut!" and then turned and
glared at the group around him. HIS
heavy jowls were quivering with
anger as he bawled, who did that?"
Joe stepped from behind one of the
sound men. Il did" he said quietly.
Sokolnitch pointed a fat finger at
him and yelled: Get out! You're
fired!"
Hell, amt even been hired" Joe
drawled
Sokolnitch stared at him and then
asked his assistants, whats he doing
here2 Get him out!"
I'll CO." Joe said, grinning little,
Il can still laugh at it, though, can't
II"
Several men started to converge on
Joe, but Sokolnitch said, Wait. Laugh
at what? What's funny about man
going into fight?"
Joe thumb prodded his greasy
Stetson off his forehead, put his hands
on his hips and began. I'm the first
place, that sheriff is hostile. If Garth
rides up to him standing there and
dismounts on the opposite side from
the sheriff, chances are the sheriff
would blow off his head, and no ques-
tons asked"
"Why?" Sokolnitch asked sharply.
IF you wanted to parley with man
hostile to you in them days, you dis
mounted with your back to him,
proving you wouldn't draw gun be-
hind your horse and let him have it.
II you dismounted SOS the horse was
between you, he'd shoot you sure as
hell"