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♪

Yes, with Jump-Up, of course we'll call her

Driscoll City or the like when the railroad busts through.

But never mind, never mind.

Right now, what we need is a preacher and a flock.

Yes, sir, lots of flocks, lots of flocks.

There you go, Deacon. That get you through the month?

Bless you throughout and dearly, Mr. Driscoll.

Don't bless me. Bless this town, Deacon.

'Cause we got a future, no doubt about it,

sure as the sun follows the moon.

- Got enough pews? - Well, I, uh...

Get yourself some more.

We're gonna have a city here come the railroad, yes, sir.

And that's something you don't have to pray on, Deacon.

No, no, no.

Won't hurt you, Deacon. Whisperin' whiskey.

Made it myself.

Ain't a harsh word in the barrel.

Well, I...

Can't fight the devil on a butternut Sunday, Deacon.

Well, I can't seem to shake this cold.

Gentlemen, to Jump-Up.

Good day, sirs.

Good day, Deacon.

There, you see? He didn't mind a short tardy.

Must have been in timber country,

the way that went down.

Six months, a year at the most,

we'll be the biggest railhead in Southern Wyoming.

Driscoll City.

Driscoll City.

That liver.

Mr. Driscoll, that's a swear word in here.

Mapes, I swear to you, it's a word I shall remove

now and forever from this mouth you see before you.

Mr. Driscoll.

Fuller, I think you said the name was.

Well, it ain't so important what you're called.

It's what you do that counts.

Indeed.

And what do you do?

Gambler.

Canada to Mexico, none better.

Monte, faro, poker, you name it.

Cards talk to me.

Well, that's interesting.

More interesting than you think.

New deck.

Name a card.

Three of spades.

Well, that's...

Nothing.

I'm taking half your town.

You're fat.

Oh, you noticed that?

But think of the shade I give in summer.

Around the brains.

You're fat stupid around the brains.

I'm taking half your town.

You're starting a town. Driscoll.

There's only two things to a town, north and south.

The north, nice folks, banks, and shops and such,

and the south is the money, gambling, whiskey, women.

A man's needs.

No town can live through without that south.

I'll split it down the backbone with you,

speaking as a gentleman.

- I don't believe... - You'll believe, Driscoll.

Every man likes to gamble.

Only I don't gamble.

I just win.

I'll take every dollar out of every pocket in this town.

One week, two at the most, and Jump-Up,

your big dream and hope, will be flatter than a skillet.

Got to go up to Belden.

They've seen the light, but it took some coaxing.

When a town is on its knees,

it always sees the ground clearer.

I don't want no ruction.

Just my people coming into Driscoll.

A man's needs.

Well, because... well...

Because we got us the fall cutting and branding done.

And the hay's cut and barn-gathered,

and the wood's stacked to the roof two-sided to every cabin.

Too long in one place, Tate? Itchy feet?

Well, you could call it that, I guess.

It'd only be for a week or so.

Hmm. Jump-Up.

That's the name of the town.

Jump-Up is the name of a town?

It's down near the state line.

Oh, it's just a little spot where the sun finds

a hole in the sky every once in a while,

but if you can't spare me...

Any, uh, female interest?

Well, uh... one does come to mind.

But I haven't been through there in years.

She's probably married with a covey of kids by now.

All right.

Well...

All right, go on.

Thank you, Colonel.

Tate?

You get into trouble, get in touch with me, huh?

Why would I get into trouble?

Because you've got a temper Satan would envy.

Well, I never wore a bib, Colonel,

and I ain't standing to be tailored to one.

There ain't nothing to my temper.

I merely said...

And I merely said I walk around trouble like it was a swamp!

Excellent.

I'd like to pull out today, sir.

Good luck.

Youth.

Saying what, sir?

Youth, Parker. The youth today.

Tate, for example.

Fear of roots.

The uneasiness of any sense of obligation,

the feeling of imprisonment.

What's the matter with youth today?

Today? A forlorn word, sir.

I beg your pardon?

Never yesterday or tomorrow.

Oh, I get your point. Yes.

Everything is always wrong with today, sir.

Yeah.

I recall another day, and the year, sir.

- Calcutta to Karachi. - Ah.

We free-legged it, birds to the sky we were,

not a breath of trouble.

Until the time when your temper...

You devious old owl.

Indeed, sir.

Well, the whole ruddy town was after us.

Indeed, sir.

How did we ever get out of that, Parker?

Ask St. Peter if you see him, sir.

Yes.

Scrap the tea. Let's have a brandy.

Indeed, sir.

Ah...

The whole ruddy town, huh, Parker?

Yeah, they were good days, weren't they?

Yes, sir.

You remember that maharani, huh?

♪

Risden.

I'm going to town.

You heathen.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

So they all climbed down

and picked up Charlie off the rocks.

The eyes come open, and the head says,

"Why you darn fool,

that part of our flying was just a joke."

Charlie says, "I know, I know."

Ned says, "Why'd you try it for?"

Charlie says, "Thought I might make it."

Ah, yes, sir, why, sure,

I remember first time I ever rode into this town.

Saloon, horse and trough in front,

and the yon tree there, nothing more.

So I pulled my horse up, climbed down off him,

bones fighting bones.

An old boy come out and said, "Come on in and have a drink."

I said, "Thank you, friend, but I think I'll just"

"refresh myself and my horse at your tank here,

keep pushing on."

Next thing I know, he had a gun at my head.

So I know where my fortune lies.

So I went in.

And, friends, that was a gopher nest for sure.

But he brung out this bottle and handed it to me.

And all the time was this gun pointed at me eyes.

So I took a drink, and, friends, friends,

that was the worst stuff I ever did taste.

So after wincing it down a bit, I said,

"Pard, I'll take it rightly and not without anger,

but that is the unholiest, worst whiskey

ever man troubled a tongue with."

And he said, "Yeah, ain't it?

Now you hold the gun on me, and I'll have a drink."

Well, that was then.

This town has grown a slight since.

But you ain't seen nothing yet. No, sir!

That old war dog,

danged if he don't come up with the best ones.

First drink is on the house.

Much obliged. Who is he?

Who is he?

Why, that's John Timothy Driscoll.

That's Jump-Up, all of it, that's who he is.

Well, that's funny. I don't recall him last time I was here.

Probably up to Cheyenne he was, seeing after the railroad.

Want to have a town,

take a map to find yourself in, come the railroad.

Is Frankie Gray still around?

He don't ring to me.

She's about... about so high,

kind of, uh...

K-kind of built like so.

Black... no, reddish-brown hair and brown eyes.

Oh, you mean Frankie.

What'd I say?

Never knew her last name.

Up country visiting with her aunt.

First tables in here. Be in sometime tonight.

You got a hotel that gives winter rates?

Staying, huh?

That's smart, son, real smart.

There's the man to ask.

Drinks for the house, Mapes.

This way is the trough, boys!

That's it, boys, and don't let your liver talk back.

Oh, sorry, just slipped out.

Man here plans to winter, Mr. Driscoll.

That so?

Well... smart, son, smart.

John Timothy Driscoll.

Tate.

I was asking after a hotel with winter rates.

Got the one. Got the only one.

But more will follow. More will follow.

Now, you take this down to Freddy Meyer at the desk,

and he'll see that you get a good room

at half winter rates

and pasture your horse, oats fed into the bargain.

Well, that's...

Nothing at all, nothing at all.

Now you go get your doing done, and you come back here,

and you'll have a steak big enough to brand

and a bowl full of spuds and butter

and a schooner of beer you could hide a stalk behind.

- That's... - It's all right.

Now don't think I'm trying to be kind, Mr. Tate.

I'm trying to sell you on Jump-Up.

I want you to stay here.

See you when you get back, Mr. Tate.

Thanks.

I want to sell you.

I know a good man when I see one.

And this town needs good men.

Much obliged.

- Sorry. - Look where you're going.

I said I was sorry.

Belden.

$1,000 starting money.

And we're splitting right down the backbone.

My people will be here in about four short days.

Forward-looking town, Belden.

You got an answer?

All right.

1,000 starting money.

Have it for you tonight, Mr. Fuller.

Good, good.

Just call me Tom.

And, Driscoll? I can't lose.

You just got wealthy.

Nine. Again?

- Again. - 17.

22. Lost your thumb, neighbor.

Yeah.

I'm good. You can't win 'em all night.

It's the maybes that make this world, friend.

As I was saying.

Mapes? A round to ease of the torment.

Better bring a full bottle.

Are you staying, Mr. Tate?

Oh, I'm staying, Mr. Driscoll.

I'd like to...

Oh, that's all right.

Well, I want to ask you about that man there.

Do you know him?

Yes, I know him, Mr. Tate.

Well, as a friend?

No, I couldn't say that, Mr. Tate.

Yeah, well, I'm staying, Mr. Driscoll, and I'm paying.

Now, that's not necessary.

I know, I know, we're gonna have us a town.

This ain't my game.

Gentlemen? Two seats open for poker.

- Well, it's just one now. - Why not?

Well, I gotta earn back my dinner.

Anytime before noon tomorrow, Slick.

I'm a-counting 'em up, boys.

Best we get rooms for the night.

Slick, tell me, what worries you most?

Besides waking up in a rock quarry?

Oh, having a tree with shade that don't fit.

That's what it'd be. I'd take three.

Little rhyme there, Felix. Little rhyme there, Harvey.

Mm-hmm. Two.

Gimme two.

Staying.

Dealer takes two.

Well, even if I toted 'em right,

it'd be my true and honest opinion

that I ain't got nothing.

Chicken scratch is better than them.

That's a fact.

Well, ain't nothing to living life.

Help yourself, Slick.

Five dollars.

Any of you old boys got a stogie?

That's a right nice stogie.

Any of you old boys got a match?

Yep, ain't nothing to living life.

Just gotta get rid of all them things you don't use.

Five.

Five more round ones.

Yep, that's the way it is.

Just gotta learn to get shed of all them things you don't use.

I don't mind if I do.

Five and raise you five dollars.

Five and cinco again.

Five and again.

Five.

Raise you 10.

What do you do for a living, friend?

Oh, a little here and there.

Gambling sure ain't it.

Yours is?

It is.

Call your 10.

Raise you 50.

See you. Call.

Queens and deuces, full.

Much obliged.

That's my pot.

You better read your cards again, gambler.

Three 10s anytime beats anything born up a sleeve.

Say that again?

Some call it cheating.

Palming the card's old enough to have a beard, you know.

Always talking. Never proving.

Anybody here still say it ain't my pot?

Scoop it up in the hat, Harvey.

Don't worry, here and there.

I'll be around. You'll get your chance.

Next time, friend, I'll take the chance out of it.

Always talking. Never proving.

See what I mean, fat brains? I can't lose.

Getting the idea, Tom.

$1,000.

Ten fresh $100 bills.

How about the other room? Privacy.

Right down the backbone.

You aim to be rich, fat brains.

Good sound, ain't it?

Yes, sir, fat brains, you aim to be rich.

There he be, Pa.

Saints above, he's dead.

Well, I reckon.

I come down on him like a rockslide, Pa.

But I only wanted him knocked out

so's we could tie him up

and take him out of town and then...

Now we got a dead body on our hands, in town.

Now what am I going to do?

The alley, Pa.

The alley?

I could just drag him to an alley.

But he'd be found there. That's what I don't want.

Folks know I had dealings with him.

Pa, I was just sittin' there thinking.

You got yourself a new man in town,

and he sweared to get even with Mr. Gambler here.

Now don't that set you to thinking?

Well, it does now.

It does indeed.

And then what?

Oh, here and there.

No, tell me.

It's been...

Going on three years.

Four years and two months come October.

Now tell me.

Well, I took a herd up to Bozeman,

and then I snapped a few broncs

for old man Hayes down in Sonora.

I did some scouting for Crooke, but those Army boys,

they see different shadows from me.

Tried the East for a while,

but breath comes half to a customer back there.

I'm working over at Shiloh now.

Mackenzie took it over, a foreigner.

But he's... he's double wolf for guts and savvy,

I'll tell you that.

Well, that pretty well takes you to the gate.

Never both feet down at the same time.

No roots, no strings attached.

What's the longest you ever spent in one place?

Well, trips to Jump-Up.

Why Jump-Up?

Always pleasant.

And, uh...

just when do you figure it to be pleasant?

When the sun gets a chance.

Thanks.

You couldn't have said it sweeter

with the rain down your back.

Of course, the sun don't always shine.

Now you're gaining.

I got bunions.

So have I.

What he's got is, he's got a gal.

She should be doing the table waiting, not me.

That's why I hire her.

Oh, come on, Mapes, can't you think back?

I can.

Every one of them was an earache.

Yes, but every one didn't add

a good man to the town, did they?

Well, I guess my bunions won't weep,

and I guess you got more angles than a Vermont fence.

More angles than a Vermont fence.

That old war dog, Mapes.

No, sir.

They didn't break the mold when they made him.

No, sir, saved it to serve nuts out of.

Now you just sit quiet, young lady, just right quiet.

I won't be more than a short powder second.

Something to spur your spirit and cheer your soul, Mr. Tate.

Fuller again, took Mr. Tate

to the sheep shearing earlier this evening.

You didn't tell me about that, Tate.

Fuller's a professional.

You shouldn't be playing with them.

Don't worry, I'll get it back. Nobody likes being took.

You can bet gold against buttons on that.

Man tries his best so the town he's building will be the best.

Then you get a Fuller coming through.

Seems like locusts don't strip any finer.

Yeah, well, he ain't through yet.

Not with my money he ain't. He palmed that card on me.

Well, I know a few tricks that weren't taught

at mother's knee either.

A dog don't lie down just one way, you know.

That's what folks are saying.

You don't seem the stripe to turn from a wind,

but, well, then he's a professional, you know.

Mr. Driscoll, I got scars on the scars

that'd give him scars, and I don't care who he is

besides the man that's holding my money,

and I don't care whether it's in this town

or up a canyon, that money's coming back to me

'cause it was took from me crooked.

Well, he said you'd get your chance, Mr. Tate.

And I said you could bet on it.

Just so you don't hold that game against our town, Mr. Tate.

Well, Mr. Driscoll, that could happen anywhere.

That's the spirit. Just trying to sell you.

Well, I think I'll leave you folks be.

Send you down another drink?

No, it feels like I've been on that horse of mine

since before creation.

Then best dent the feathers. See you in the morning.

We got a Chinaman at the Grand

makes biscuits like the first snowflake,

flapjacks almost too good to swallow,

and a ham steak a short man couldn't reach across.

Top it all off, he's so good-natured,

he whistles all the time.

When's the last time you heard Chinese whistling?

See you.

He's soul and body of this this town.

Still and all, there's a lot more to tomorrow

besides breakfast.

Such as?

Such as I got a buggy,

and there's a lot of land out there.

That is if the sun stays hid and you aren't too wore.

All right, I'll drive,

and you can just lie back and eat grapes.

Don't like buggies?

Don't like me?

Now you're gaining.

Terrific.

Tate! Tate!

Gimme that key, Freddie.

There you go. Now go back down, Freddy, and thanks.

Saints alive.

Oh, my sweet saints.

What... what...

What happened?

That's what I hope to know, son.

Fuller's dead.

I'm telling you, I don't know.

You came out of Mapes'.

I came out of Mapes', and I walked down the boardwalk.

I commenced to get uncommonly hot, and I sat down.

And that's all that comes back to you?

That's the whole of it.

No recollection how you got that blood on you?

No.

Then you must've come up to the room by the back way,

because Freddie didn't see you.

And he's an owl for night duty.

Maybe you like the back way, huh?

Not to count on it.

And that's all and every bit you know.

- Except in one thing. - What's that?

I didn't kill him.

Oh, I got a need to believe that, son.

A real need.

But that don't help what some people say.

That being?

That you'd get even with Fuller

come ice in summer or whatever.

But I didn't kill him.

But how do you know that, son?

Because I know me!

Now, folks talk! That's like soup in a basket!

I know me! I didn't kill him!

But you don't know where you were or what you did.

You heard me.

Is this yours, son?

It was found alongside Fuller's body.

♪

Get up, get up. Get up.

Prisoners, ho!

All right, girls, talk all you want to now.

Come over here.

Your match, Crooke.

You waste it, and you got a cold night.

Go on.

Not that again,

same as we had yesterday with the same stinking worms.

Yeah, it'll be the same tomorrow and the next day

if need be until you finish it.

As far as them worms are concerned, Mr. Clark,

that's the only fresh meat you got coming.

Even McDonough's turn at the cook-pit.

Get a cup.

I think I'll pass the pleasure.

You say that now. You'll get used to it.

If I'm here that long.

You will be.

What was that you said about Mr. Driscoll?

Mr. Driscoll.

Old Whale Heart, I call him.

And don't let that smile and that jolly belly

tell you nothing.

He pulled a trap with me in the middle,

the same as he did with you.

What do you mean?

That town.

He'd do anything to make that town

come out as his dreams say.

Me, I was underselling him down at Junction,

drawing some of his townspeople away.

So he just ups and trumps a robbery with me at the blame.

Here I am.

Five years.

And there he is, town and tack.

You... you don't think

that you killed that gambler, now do you?

I don't know.

I can't be certain, I just...

You just don't remember?

No, sir, it ain't just pictures that goes into frames.

I don't gather you.

There you was. You was new in town.

You had a crossing with Fuller.

He wanted the gambler out of the way.

So give you a little powder in your drink,

smear blood on you, stuff your pockets,

drag you to the room.

When it comes to fine figuring,

Old Whale Heart's just naturally smarter

than a field full of foxes.

But if I had a guess,

it'd be that is was Slick that done the gambler flat.

Slick?

Driscoll's boy.

His boy?

Slick Driscoll.

Be Frankie Grace would know the fact for sure, though,

being that she goes with him.

Frankie?

What's the use of talking?

We's in here, and this is where we stay.

One way or another.

And of course you're thinking of making a break, aren't you?

That's right.

See the little hayfield we come across today,

the one with the crosses falling down?

Them's the ones that tried it ahead of you.

Ain't no one busted out of here.

They got dogs that can track a bug in a blizzard.

And Frankie'd know, you guess.

- You hear what I said? - I'll get to her.

I just told you there's no way out of here.

Nobody gonna keep me here. Nobody.

By gollies, you might.

Me, I'm too old. I'd never make it.

They run you till your legs are stubs.

'Sides, I only got one year left.

You get Driscoll for me, and me

I'll come out to no competition, huh?

I mean it. I'll help you.

What can I do?

You're working right sprightly there, Crooke.

You earn some money, did you?

With luck, in a manner of speaking, Your Honor.

You know, Crooke, you got a brain that could float.

Thank you.

Hey, Hooper! You thirsty?

Being said on this day in this month in this year

with the power investigated in me as of,

and to the federal territory of Wyoming,

I hereby declare this day, final day of work.

Hammers up!

Hammers out!

To the wagon!

Hammers in!

Yeah, got some good oats here.

Here you go, Benny. Come on.

Eat some more of that.

Prisoners in!

That's a boy. Worked pretty hard today.

Oh, that's enough. You're all right.

- I'll tell you... - No talking now, girls.

You call me that again, I'll kill you, hear?

Sit down.

And shut up!

Get going, everybody in different directions.

Now, that's important.

Go on. You're free.

♪

My guess is there'll be some hounds with spent noses tonight.

Now there's a head working!

Yes, sir, I think you're gonna make it!

Old Whale Heart!

Ought to be tonight, if I make his time right.

Dan covering the rear trestle?

Right, I told him just to wing him.

Fine, fine. I don't want him killed.

He's not a bad boy.

Just can't have him rootin' around.

Just notch him a bit so I can send him back.

You ain't smoking.

What's smoking around here?

Fire! Lord above, we're on fire!

It's a fire! We're on fire!

Where's that fire truck?

What... you're suppo...

Look, there's a fire outside,

and the whole town's gonna go and...

You did it.

Boy, we'd better get out of here.

You know something? I think you're crazy.

I really do.

And it's not that I don't understand.

I do, and I know that it's rough.

But the cold facts is the cold facts,

and the fact is that John Timothy Driscoll

just plain owns this town.

And it's different for me than it is for you.

I just can't go climb up on a horse

and ride through the pan anytime the notion hits me.

I got to have someplace.

A girl's got to have roots that go deep,

and Slick, well, he's the man's son.

You, you come by every couple of years.

You got to look at it from my side of it.

I am, Frankie, and from your side of it,

doesn't it bother you that an innocent man

gets railroaded out for 20 years?

I didn't know they were gonna do that, I swear.

I have to find out who killed Fuller.

I don't know.

I swear on my mother's soul I don't know.

Slick?

I don't know.

Where is he?

Where is he, Frankie?

You won't kill him.

No.

I'll find out one way or another.

- He's up to the mine. - What?

He's up to the mine.

Where's that?

You said you wouldn't kill him.

I can't speak for him. Now where is it?

He's all I got.

Do I have to shake it out of you?

Now where's that mine?

Up the Little Sandy.

Just follow Willow Creek right to the end.

There's no cabin.

He just works the hole and camps out.

Tell Mapes I wasn't stealing his horse

- as much as borrowing it. - I'll do that.

After you tell Driscoll where I'm headed.

That's right.

Well, you gotta look at it from my side.

This town and Slick, it's all I got.

I don't know. I don't know.

No, honey. No, you done all right.

And he said for me to tell you, Mr. Mapes,

that he wasn't stealing the horse

as much as just borrowing it.

No mind. I hate the critter anyway.

Well, what you think, Mr. Driscoll?

Well, he's a smart one, I'll say that.

Busted out of that nest of snakes

they call a prison, and us waiting to gulch him,

and he burns the building flat.

He's a smart one, all right.

Didn't think he'd be that owlish.

I didn't want to tell him.

Oh, that's all right. Don't you worry none.

Been enough bloodshed in this town anyway.

Out there, it'll fit better.

Have to kill him, though.

Too bad.

I liked that boy.

Mapes, get Kressel and Gooden.

Tell them to arm up.

They're riding with me for the mine.

Doggone the doggone luck.

I liked that boy.

Yes, sir, I guess we got a week.

Ten days to the most.

Then were gonna strike that vein.

Well, ain't gonna take it out all to once'd.

Folks get notions when they think you got property.

Just maybe, oh, 50, $60 at a time.

Yeah.

Then we going to just naturally hunt us up

some of them big-time cities,

live higher than eagles.

Steaks big enough to have feet.

Whiskey enough to float in.

And them red-lipped women.

Mm-mm!

Yeah.

Them just winking at you.

We'll get a different town every time.

Less'n we find a certain one we want to...

Want to specialize on.

There.

Yes, sir, then back on up here...

50, 60 more.

Back on down.

No, can't tell me there's a better way of life.

Yeah.

Yep, we got it all figured out, indeed we do.

How'd you, uh...

Ain't nobody ever busted out of that place.

What'd you want?

You.

What for?

You kill Fuller?

Sure, I killed him. Had to be killed.

He was gonna gut the old man's town.

That doesn't bother you another man gets sent up for it?

What you gonna do,

take me back and make you innocent?

That's it.

You done ate?

You best sit down and work on this grub with me.

You might need more stout than you think,

taking me back,

being as how there ain't no doubt that the old man

done found out you busted out.

Why don't you fetch that drinking cup over there,

and I'll scoop you up some of this here grub?

We'll sit down and eat.

You're crazy.

That's an opinion going around.

That old man, he's out there in the bush,

down a gully.

He gonna find you.

Friend, you as good as planted and sung over.

If I go by that bush or gully, friend.

Ain't but one way out of here. That's down the canyon.

Unless it be that mountain there.

That mountain?

That's straight up, even to a fly.

No bushes or gullies, though.

Well, he's gonna find you. Don't matter which way you go.

You walk on the sky, he gonna find you.

Get up.

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He should've been down by now.

It ain't right somehow.

Ain't but one way out of there.

Maybe Slick shot him, Mr. Driscoll.

Maybe.

We should have heard the shot.

I don't know, wind's playing against us,

Mr. Driscoll.

That's right.

Call in Gooden.

I just don't like it.

It ain't right somehow.

Nothing coming down the draw?

Dead still far as I can see.

It ain't right.

We figured maybe Slick shot him.

You hear a shot?

Nothing, Mr. Driscoll.

But Slick?

He's right good with that knife.

Now that's something I didn't think about.

By the handles, you got a hold of something there.

Come on, let's go looking.

Well, I seen it all now.

Climbing a mountain a lizard would go round.

I ain't never seen a man not want to get shot so bad.

Won't stop him, though. He'll just keep coming on.

Now what?

Slick!

Check the mine.

His mule ain't around, Mr. Driscoll.

He ought to be around somewhere. Only one way out of here.

And we didn't come across any signs coming in.

Slick? Slick?

Well, there's the mountain.

Can't take off across that.

He couldn't escape from that prison either, Mr. Driscoll.

There's tracks take to the mountain, Mr. Driscoll.

Well, like I say, that Tate,

he's a tree full of owls too smart.

Camp here, then circle back round come morning.

We'll find him.

Not that I care to point,

but ain't never nothing more than a carcass.

What do you want to spend time on that for?

Well, like I said, it's a carcass.

Sioux, I make her.

It's all right. It's all right.

We won't hurt you.

You savvy English?

She's Teton Sioux.

Well, good for her.

You speak Lakota?

What would I be doing speaking Sioux?

She's gonna have a baby. Her time's near.

Then she's right to home.

Having them here in the woods is their way.

Well, now what are we thinking?

There's some down wood yonder. I want you to drag it up.

- We're gonna make a litter. - A litter? What for?

For her.

For her? A squaw?

We'll take her back to that ranch house near Little Sandy.

Might be a woman there, at least a roof over her head.

Come on.

You're serious, ain't you?

We can't let her have it here. Now go on, get.

Well, I never seen...

Hey, I ain't just talking at the sky now.

The old man, he's coming on.

You're going back, and for what?

For a squaw?

Hey, you an Injun lover or something?

You heard me now. Get going.

Maybe you come off a papoose board yourself.

Or maybe you don't know either way.

That's it!

Oh well, say what you want about old Slick.

Call him a murderer if you got a mind,

but at least he knows where he come from.

I was just joking.

Get the wood.

We did good, Mary Beth.

Real good on the yearlings.

Gonna be a good year.

I feel that way, too.

And the rain years are coming back again.

It's the talk everywhere.

Now who could that be?

Hanrahans are down to Cheyenne.

Name's Tate. I'm sorry to bother you, but...

Howard Stanton. Come in. You suppered?

- No, sir, but... - Then come on in.

Who is it, Howard?

Oh, this is my wife, Mary Beth.

Mary Beth, Mr. Tate.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tate. - How do you do, ma'am?

You come right in. I'll make supper for you.

I'm sure glad to see you, ma'am. I got a woman out here.

She's... well, she's gonna have a baby any moment.

Name of the Savior. Well, bring her in.

Turn down the bed, Howard.

Bring her in. Howard, the bed.

Sit down over there and shut up.

You said a woman. That's an Injun.

Well, he's Injun lover or something.

I said shut up.

All right, you can bring in...

It's a long story, but I'm supposed to shut up.

Injun.

Get it out of here.

Put it down.

That's another thing you'll get used to.

He's always pointing it around.

Now she's alone because her man left her.

That man had to be a white man,

otherwise her tribe would take her back.

Now, she's got nowhere to go, and she's gonna have a baby.

And she's gonna have it right here.

Not with my hands.

Mine neither.

Well now, Doc,

let's see you ace out of this one.

You a marshal?

No.

Then what are you?

Followed.

What he ain't told you

is that he's being followed by my old man.

That's right.

And you two folks is sitting on top

of a keg of dynamite and the fuse near burned down.

And even if you could talk my old man

out of tearing this place apart to get us,

them old boys with them, they really don't care.

And the fuse near burned down.

Is that true?

Then leave us be!

Get that squaw out of here and leave us be!

Can't.

It's starting to labor.

Well, you just help yourself, Doc.

Don't you never mind us.

They stopped here.

Yeah, they're looping... back?

Don't make sense.

But then, nothing makes sense.

And look there, they fixed themselves up a drag.

Yeah, one man's walking.

Moccasin sign comes to the tree here.

Squaw by the size of the print.

Now why would he be dragging a squaw?

And back-trailing?

Doesn't matter anyhow.

This time, he's stepped in it with both feet.

Come on, boys, let's get to him.

They come to you.

God's wish is how it happens when you're older,

figuring you're past all that.

God's wish.

There she is.

Your daughter.

Fresh as new-cut peaches.

Days don't stretch.

Everything is new again.

Seeing things through her eyes is wonderful.

Never a night.

Always morning.

Sights and sounds such as they've never been to you.

Being young again with her.

Well?

The devil favors this land.

Sometimes I think...

She was bringing the milk cow home when they happened on her.

Savages.

Inhuman.

How can you expect me to look kindly on the color red?

A big man, m-maybe 200 pounds, maybe bigger.

Two men with him, one on a sorrel, one on a bay.

That's him.

They're coming down the east ridge,

just coming right on.

Well?

My gun.

This is my land, my home!

Let me have my gun.

Even you could understand that.

Give me my gun!

Will you look after the girl, ma'am?

They're coming straight on.

Will you, ma'am?

All right.

- I know how you feel... - All right.

The east ridge.

Inhuman.

Just inhuman.

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All right, let's get to 'em.

I don't want it burned down. I need him, you know.

Yeah. Slick.

They're really gonna do it. Why?

You gonna tell him? Me gonna tell him?

Who's gonna tell him?

Shut up? That's all he knows.

They'll come at us the usual way.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Sorry?

This is my...

I cut these boards meself.

Tate!

Come on out, Tate, or I'll fill that house

with enough lead to bottom a boat!

Just keep riding, Driscoll.

Not warning you twice.

He ain't coming out, Pa,

being as how he's two mules for stubborn!

All right, give them a couple through the window.

Wait!

I told you, I said...

I told you to wait.

I got him.

Kressel? Let's get out of here!

I got him.

The old man?

Yeah.

All for a town.

Come on.

You'll take me back...

and bury me there.

We will.

It's hard to explain.

Man got a dream.

To kill other men?

If they get in the way of the dream.

Man's got to leave his mark.

You understand.

Tell me you understand.

Half of it.

Bury me there.

Yes.

Sorry, son.

We both could've got somewhere.

We're losers.

Lord knows.

Is that all you're gonna say to your pa?

You got any money on you, Pa?

For a town?

I always told him.

A girl.

It's all right and healthy.

It's all healthy.

Howard, uh...

Howard?

The squaw... woman.

We talked about having someone to help us, didn't we?

If we didn't, we can.

You'll, um...

Yes, ma'am.

Then you'll be leaving.

Yes, ma'am.

We wish your health.

Now don't that beat all?

They said Injuns.

They couldn't, they wouldn't.

Shut up?

We got a long way to go.

Got 1,700 bales of good wild timothy off the big buck range.

Hey, that's excellent.

And that herd of big steers is waiting at Dural Creek

to be pushed to the railhead, 893 by a solid count.

Fine, we'll start in the morning.

Good. The manifest, sir.

Come up to the house, I'll sign it there.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

Uh, how was Jump-Up?

It changed.

And the girlfriend?

Changed.

And the new suit?

It needed swapping.

I noticed a section of fence on the north pasture's down.

I'll take some men...

Oh, no, three days' time will be soon enough.

Hey, if you need any money, you know where to draw it.

Thanks, Colonel.

Get some sleep.

I'd put a bear to shame.

That Tate ain't much on talking, but a man could make money

betting he straightened that town out like a rope.

- Ah-ah, a man has. - What?

- Parker? - Yes, sir.

Parker! Brandy.

Coming, sir.

Tate's back, sir.

Yes, and you lost your bet. Tate is back.

- I'm glad, sir. - Three brandies, hmm?

- Two hands, sir. - Go on.

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