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(gun firing)

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(hooves thudding)

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- Farmer, I told you what I'd do to you,

if you went to work for the woman.

- You'll try, maybe.

- Hughie, take the boy inside.

- It's a free country.

- No, there's nothing free.

You take it and you hold it and you pay for it.

(fists thudding)

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- You must be proud, you.

- You think I like it?

You think I like it?

Mrs. Hardin, you're squatting.

You're on my land.

You hire another man to work it for ya, I'll kill him.

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(wind whooshing)

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(door creaking)

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(knocking on door)

- [Mary] Who is it?

- [Tate] Tate.

- Gunfighter?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Cold?

- A little.

- There's a fire.

- Thank you.

- [Mary] I'll fix you some coffee.

It'll just take a few minutes.

- [Tate] Thank you.

- If you hungry, I.

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Doesn't look to be sweating.

- No, you walk 'em slow, they don't sweat, body's relaxed.

- You can sleep here or up in the loft,

whichever you wish, goodnight.

- Mrs. Hardin, your letter said it was your land,

that a man named Tetlow was trying to push you off.

Is it your land, Mrs. Hardin?

- It's my land, if you can hold it.

- Is that what you wanted to know, Mrs. Hardin?

- Yes.

- You do have title to the land?

- It's my land and my son's.

My husband filed on it on the Homestead Act.

- And he's dead now?

- Yes.

- And Tetlow doesn't believe in the Homestead Act.

- That's right.

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I'm sorry.

- Go ahead and fill your curiosity.

I lost the use of it during the war.

Your letter said that two men work for you,

and that Tetlow nearly beaten the second one to death.

What happened to the first?

- They laid him across a barbed wire fence and whipped him.

- And they made you watch.

- Yes.

- Well, why not just push you off?

- I don't know.

I guess because I'm a woman.

Goodnight

- Goodnight.

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- I wish I was still drunk.

- I guess you do at that.

- I think we better go.

- You losing your nerve, boy?

- Yep.

- Maybe you're right.

You go on back.

- You still gonna do it?

- That's what I came here for.

- I don't think we better.

- You better go home, Hughie.

- (screaming) Come on out you old widow lady!

You come on out now, hear?

Come on out, you little widow woman!

You come on out now!

(hand thuds)

- Shut up!

Mrs. Hardin!

Mrs. Hardin!

- What do you want?

- [Parney] Open the door!

- [Mary] What do you want?

- [Parney] You don't open it, we'll kick it in, Missy.

- Don't do it.

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Like he said, son, go on home.

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(knocking on door)

Mrs. Hardin, you go on back to sleep.

- Which one was it?

Was it the boy?

- [Tate] No.

- I'm glad.

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- I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardin,

this is not my way of fighting a war,

and you gunfighter,

he had bad manners and he got himself killed for it.

I'd have done the same thing,

but if I find you in this valley at sunup tomorrow,

I'll take a shotgun and blow you in half.

- And I'll be with him.

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- Bury the dead.

They have no more enemies.

- Two hundred and fifty dollars, Mr. Tate.

You'll earn it.

It's not a lot of money for dying.

- No ma'am, and neither is this valley.

- [Mary] Frank!

- I was waiting for him to leave, Mrs. Hardin.

I'll get ready to go to work.

- I'm glad you came back, Frank.

- I was up in the hills.

I thought they might come after me.

- Not as long as you're not on the farm

working for me, Frank.

- Well, they would've beaten me up again anyway.

My name is Frank Pierce.

- Tate.

- Mr. Tate's helping us out here.

- Oh, I'm sure glad.

She needs looking after.

Well, I'll put my gear back in the barn.

- Frank, if you want I have a horse for you and $25.00.

- Oh, I won't run away again, Mrs. Hardin.

- Ma, Ma, I found where she's been hiding them!

Under the back porch!

Come and see!

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- I'm sure glad you're here to look after her.

Well, I'll go put my things in the barn.

(hammer thudding)

- Well, that oughta hold it, huh.

- Sure should.

Ma, I'm hungry!

- Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.

- Hope you got some

of that good fried chicken today, Mrs. Hardin.

- [Mary] Yep, come and get it!

- [Tad] Before I give it to the hogs.

- I used to call my husband to lunch that way.

It was a joke we had, Frank.

- You're a mighty good cook, Mrs. Hardin.

- How about you?

- Thank you.

- See what Frank whittled for me while he was away,

and I can shoot it, bang.

- We need supplies.

We'll have to go to town after lunch.

- Me too, Ma?

- Uh huh.

- Can I go inside the store?

- You got two cents.

You can do with it what you want.

- Mrs. Hardin, I think we better stay home.

- We need supplies.

- Maybe tomorrow.

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The old, they're so very old,

and the young, so very young.

- Tate, what happened after Samson

was captured by the Philistines?

- Uh, you mean the second time?

- No sir, I know that, the first.

- Well, he burst those chains,

picked up the jawbone of an ass,

and smoked the Philistines head and thigh.

- The whole army?

- The whole army.

- How.

- Well, I guess the power of the Lord was in him, boy.

- Well, where did he get the jawbone from?

- I uh, think you better go to bed.

- You don't know?

- No.

- Could I shoot your gun tomorrow, Mister?

- I think you're a little young for that.

- Do you think the whale really spewed up Jonah?

- Does your Ma say so?

- Yes.

- Well, then he did.

Now, you get back in that bed,

or that old black hen's

gonna beat you getting up in the morning.

- All right.

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- Mr. Tate, Mr. Tate, I just saw a mans silhouette

on the ridge of the hill.

- Are you sure, Frank?

- Well no sir, I'm not sure, but it looked like a man.

- You can go to bed if you want, Frank.

Tetlow said morning.

I think that's when he'll come.

- But he can say that and come now.

Oh Mrs. Hardin, it's getting even meaner out.

Oh, you think one little one would hurt?

- One never did, Frank.

- I'll just take one, I promise you.

- All right.

- But if you say so, I won't.

I wouldn't go behind your back.

Give you my word.

- Why don't you get some rest while you can, huh?

- I'm good with a rifle, Mr. Tate.

- I'm sure you are, Frank.

From the barn loft might be a good place.

- I'll be there.

Goodnight, Mrs. Hardin.

- Goodnight, Frank.

Can I get you some hot coffee?

- No, thank you.

- You have a gentle way with people, Mr. Tate.

I hope it doesn't frost tonight.

It'll kill my flowers.

- You give your flowers a lot of love, don't you?

- They give me a lot of pleasure.

In many ways it's a stark land, Mr. Tate.

It's green and lovely in the spring,

but stark just the same.

Colors warm and my flowers bring color to our home.

It's the only flower garden in a hundred miles.

Did you know that?

- No.

- You think Tetlow will come?

- I would if I were him.

Would you rather be somewhere else?

I could, you know.

- Oh no, he may not come.

- He'll come sometime.

- I, I may have to ask you to stay until he does.

- What happened to your husband, Mrs. Hardin?

- He caught Anthrax, killed him.

- Sorry, I'm sure he was a good man.

- What makes a gunfighter, Mr. Tate?

- The war, hard times, hard men.

I guess a choice of being a clerk, a drunk,

barroom sweep, or a gunfighter.

I don't know.

Sometimes I tell myself

I like giving my help to people who need it.

I like being able to.

I'll be awake before sunrise, goodnight.

- [Mary] Tate.

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(rooster crowing)

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- Mr. Tate.

- I hear, Frank.

- [Frank] There's three of them.

- The boy?

- Hugh Campbell, he's there.

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- Mommy.

- What is it, dear?

- Is it now, Ma?

- Shh, you go back to sleep.

- Will Mr. Tetlow run us off?

- No.

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- Gunfighter!

(door creaking)

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- Campbell, don't walk through the garden.

(leaves rustling)

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(guns firing)

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Well, Mrs. Hardin.

- [Tad] Tate.

- Yeah, boy.

- Are you gonna come back?

- Well, sure I'm going to come back if I can, boy.

- You'll come back, if the man doesn't kill you.

- Yes ma'am, Mrs. Hardin.

Right now I think I'm gonna take an awful lot of killing.

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- Tate, don't run him.

You run a horse and he sweats.

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