All language subtitles for Cattle King (1963) -

Hobie,
you're joshing me again.

No, I ain't,
Miss June.

Everyone of them fence posts
took root and started to grow.

This old boy
turned his cows loose

and went into
the timber business.

Made a fortune too.

Sold your uncle
these very posts.

Well,
there's a lot of fence

on the Teton Ranch.
I must say that.

Wiping your nose
on a hoop.

[SIGHS]

Just ain't no end to it.

I still say the feller
invented this stuff

ought to been
hung with it.

You don't like fences,
do you, Hobie?

Uh,
can't say I do.

But your uncle does,
he owns this ranch.

I just draw wages
a-riding his fence.

So, uh,
could be I'm wrong.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Ride. Get out of here.
Quick! Ride!

[COWS MOOING]

Wire cutters.

That's mighty big game
you were hunting.

That girl was
Sam Brassfield's niece.

You make Sam Brassfield
sound awful tall.

He is.

Well,
we better get moving.

We're still a long way
from Cheyenne.

You.

When I start a job,
I finish it.

You wait.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[WHINNYING]

MAN:
Ride him, Webb!

[LAUGHS]

Cross your fingers, Johnny.They'll be crossed.

Let's go.

Hyah. Hyah.

MAN:
Take it easy, there, boy.

Attaboy.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

[MEN CHEERING]

[LAUGHING]

Look at him go.

Ride him, vaquero.

[CHEERING]

[GRUNTS]

[MEN LAUGHING]

Don't worry, Webb.

We'll make a cowhand
out of you yet.

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

[SOBBING]

Uncle,
it's Hobie.

He was showing me around
and a group of masked riders--

Sis, what is it?
What's wrong?

Get Ruth.
Go on.

It's okay. Come on, honey.
Come on.

[JUNE SOBBING]

Here, now.
What they been doing to you?

This poor child's
on the verge of hysterics.

Shh. Just calm down now and
Ruth's gonna take care of you.

Shh. You poor little thing.
Come on.

Off we go.

So it's started
up again.

I didn't know
it ever stopped.

Get Johnny Quatro
and start saddling up.

And Webb?

You won't need
that gun

you've been
so anxious to wear.

Johnny's gonna take
this mighty hard.

Hobie was
his best friend.

I know.

If these
were the days

when Johnny and you
and me was riding--

They're not, Ed.

I'll meet you
at the barn.

Yeah.

Sorry, Johnny.

Sure, senor Sam,
I know.

[COWS MOOING]

Abe Clevenger

and the homesteaders.
It had to be--

I don't know Abe Clevenger
did it. And neither do you.

You saw that fence. That's
the sixth time it's been cut.

Now one of our
best hand's dead.

What are you gonna do?
Let 'em get away with it?

I'm not gonna let them force the
Teton Ranch into a range war.

Johnny,

they've got an
hour's start on you.

It'll be days before you can
hope to catch up with them.

Hobie was my friend.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

Johnny.

Glad you
thought it over.

If there'd been
any chance at all,

don't you think
I'd have come along?

In the old days
I would have kept on riding

until I caught up
with them.

To hell if I had to.

But now I guess
my job is here.

You share all the troubles,
Johnny.

I wish you and Ed
would share the rest.

Partners? I don't think so.

You both deserve it.

It's not for Ed.
He likes being foreman.

And you?

Johnny Quatro?

[CHUCKLES]

He likes wings
on his shoulders

so he can fly
wherever he wants to go.

Where is it you want
to go, Johnny?

Right here.

How's June?

Sleeping, I hope.

That poor child having
to see a thing like that.

Sometimes I wish
she'd never come to this

godforsaken country.

There wasn't
much choice.

Oh, Sam,
I-I didn't mean that.

You've been like a father
to those two kids.

A lot more father than they
ever had in the first place.

You and Ed take care of the
funeral arrangements for Hobie.

I'm going
into Cheyenne.

I'll leave first thing
in the morning.

[ROOSTER CROWS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Well, I...

I've put some bacon
and coffee and biscuits

in your saddle roll.

I have to stop by and talk
to Harry Travers for a minute.

Give our love
to Sharleen.

Do you know
how long you'll be gone?

I doubt that I'll be
in Cheyenne more than one night.

The place will be
in an uproar

with President Arthur's
special train stopping there.

Be careful,
won't you?

With the President
of the United States?

I won't bother him.

And I'll bring you a present
from Cheyenne.

[CHUCKLES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

He said he was camping out
in the Wind Rivers tonight.

I-I sure wish I could
shake the feeling I got.

There's something
in the wind.

I heard it in the
coyote's howl last night.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

[HENS CLUCKING]

[COMICAL MUSIC]

Stupid.

Idiot.

SAM:
I heard what you said.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.

Well, now, that's a pretty
sneaky thing to do,

coming up on my blind side.

And can't you just once come by
when I'm looking decent?

You look pretty
decent to me.

[GRUNTS]

Why don't you let Harry
do the wrangling?

You're much too pretty
to be doing a man's work.

Why, Sam, that's the nicest
thing you ever said to me.

Is it? I thought I told
you once I liked your cooking.

Oh.

Do you what I like most
about you?

Well, I've been waiting
for you to tell me.

You're the only
wrangler I ever knew

who smelled sweet
even in the corral.

You know the thing
I like about you?

You always say
such romantic things.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, what brings you by
this fine day?

There's been some trouble,
Sharleen.

Not Harry?

No.

Hobie Renton was killed
yesterday.

Oh, no.

Hobie?

Shot down.
Fence-cutters again.

Sam, what do they want?
What are they trying to do?

I can't prove it,
but they've got a big stake.

A fenced trail,
10 to 15 miles wide

running all the way
from Texas up to this country.

It'd handle a million cattle.
They need our grass.

Hmm. Maybe it's a good idea
they--

they offered to lease a lot
of small ranches, like ours.

Do you think opening up
this range

and overstocking it
with scrub Texas cattle

is going to prove
anything?

I don't know, Sam.

I only know that Harry
thinks it's a good thing.

Where is Harry?

He went to Cheyenne,
day before yesterday.

To see Clay Mathews,
huh?

Well,
why shouldn't he?

Clay Mathews is a mighty
convincing man.

I'd like to talk
to Harry

before Mathews makes up
his mind for him.

Don't you think Harry
has a mind of his own?

You don't really want me
to answer that, do you?

Oh, Sam,
he's trying so hard.

He-- He hasn't had a drink
in over two months,

and I just don't want to do
anything to upset him.

He's 40 years old.

Well,
he's still my brother.

You can't go on covering up
for him forever.

Look, Sharleen,

Mathews doesn't care
anything about your brother.

He doesn't care about
this country.

All he wants to do
is sell cattle,

strip the country clean
and run.

What do you want to do,
Sam Brassfield?

Do you own a ranch?
You wanna sell cattle?

I thought you knew
what I wanted.

We've talked about it
often enough.

I've always thought
of the Teton as a--

A future for you,
me, June and Webb.

Don't you think my brother
is entitled to a future too?

And how do you know
Clay Mathews isn't right?

Oh, Sam, can't you see
Harry's side of it?

I can't see
where Harry has any side.

You'll never change.

Do you really want me
to change?

No, Sam, I don't
want you to change,

not one little bit.
Not ever.

[ROMANTIC MUSIC ]

Where do you think
you're going?

With you.

Who invited you?

I did.

Look, Johnny,
all I'm going to do

is talk to the
Cattlemen's Association.

I'll only be in Cheyenne
one night.

Senor Sam,

you told me not to go looking
for the man who killed Hobie.

You're the boss.
I do what you say.

But you gotta keep
on telling me.

If you don't,
I stay here, alone.

Maybe I forget.

Anyway, long time since
we've been in Cheyenne together.

Big city, it's good to have
a friend around.

You might get in trouble.

You're worrying about me
getting into trouble?

That's a new one.

You mean I'd better go
with you, no?

I mean, I haven't got time
to argue with you.

Come on.

If Ed were around, it would be
just like old times.

Well, I hope you don't get into
as much trouble

as you used to
in those old times.

Why are you always
picking on me?

I never saw you
missing out on anything.

It'll sure be good
to see Cheyenne again.

[LAUGHS]

You remember that senorita
in Dodge City?

Heh.

Where'd you dig
that one up?

I didn't dig her up.

She was my cousin.

Man, have you got
a lot of cousins.

Ay, Chihuahua.
Que lindathose cousins.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Ah, what do you
want now?

Do you think when we get to
Cheyenne maybe we we see our

Presidente
of the United States?

Look, if you don't shut up
and go to sleep

you're not
going to see anybody,

because I'm gonna bat
you right over the head.

Si, senor.

Ay, Chihuahua.

Chester A. Arthur,

the Presidente
of the whole United States.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[CLANKING]

SAM:
We can tie up here.

The Cheyenne Club
will take care of our horses.

Sure you won't stay
at the Club with me?

I can get you
a room.

No, this place is too fancy
for Johnny Quatro.

Too fancy,
or not enough girls?

Well, uh, maybe I go see one
girl I happen to know.

Cousin?

Yes. My cousin.

Yeah, I-I'm thirsty.
Uh--

Maybe I go find
a little tequila.

Give me.

Ah, senor Sam.

Give me.

Just because one time
I had a little tequila.

Three fingers in a washtub.
Come on, give me.

That time in Dodge City,
the other fellow started it.

Oh, you're still mad about
that time in Abilene?

I was only having fun.

Everybody else was
shooting out the lights.

Yeah, give me.

Oh, senor Sam.

You never want me
to have any fun.

I want you
to stay alive.

Need any money?

Like you say, ha, ha.
Give me.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Hey.

[SLURRING]
What the devil
is that thing?

What's it doing
in the Cheyenne Club?

Well, a Holstein bull,
sir.

Painted by a very famous
Dutch artist.

That's a bull?

I ain't never seen
a polka dot critter like that

on any range
I ever rode.

Holstein are
milk cattle, sir.

Milk?

[ALL LAUGH]

Well,
that'll hold it.

A critter like that
get loose

it could chase all the decent
cattle clear out of Wyoming.

Milk. Bah!

Country's going
to the devil.

Good for you,
John.

What we want in this country
is Texas cattle.

Whoo!

[ALL LAUGH]

We'll have them too.

I've got
every Southern Senator

and Congressman
backing me solid.

When the Government
gives away

a million acres of land
to the railroads,

how're they gonna argue over
a little strip of land

that'd let us drive cows
from Texas to Canada?

It'll bring a lot of cattle
into this country.

And no doubt
about that.

That's what I like
about you, Travers.

You're a man that sees
an opportunity.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Did you talk
to Abe Clevenger?

Oh, well, uh.
Ahem.

He's not a man you can push
right into something, you know.

Well, of course not.
No man worth his salt is.

Well, Mr. Mathews...
Clay.

Uh, I might as well
tell you.

Uh, the smaller outfits are
worried about Sam Brassfield.

Oh, I don't mean
Abe Clevenger.

He hates Brassfield

and all the rest of the
Cattlemen's Association.

But if it was to come down
to a fight--

And it's gonna come down
to a fight.

If Sam Brassfield keeps
cutting his own fences

and blaming it
on his neighbors.

Oh, I'm--
I'm on your side, Clay.

You know that.

Tell me, Harry.

How does your sister
feel about all this?

My sister doesn't
run my ranch. I do.

That's what I figured.Mm-hm.

Remember Harry,

when I'm talking about
getting range,

I'm talking about
paying for it.

It's you
and your friends

and nesters like
Abe Clevenger

I'm interested
in cutting in,

not the big
land-grabbing outfits.

SAM:
Like me, for example?

MATHEWS:
Sam.

Ha, ha. You old
cow thief, you.

How about a little
Texas lightning

to wash the dust
out of your gullet?

Don't mind
if I do.

Harry.

Uh, Sam.

I stopped by
your place.

Sharleen said
you were here in Cheyenne.

Oh, I-I had some, uh,
some pressing business.

So I see.

Thanks for the drink,
Clay. Like old times.

That's right.

I've known Sam Brassfield
a long time.

Now, don't you and the rest
of the boys up there

let him
shove you around.

Why, he don't
shove me around.

Nobody does.

You're gonna be
an important man, Harry.

Real important.

[EXHALES]

[COUGHS]

[SIGHS]

[KNOCKING]

Door's open.

Sam.

You're getting to be
a big man, Sam.

I own some land.

Yeah, with a fence
around it.

That's right.

There're getting to be
too many fences for me, Sam.

My business depends
on open range.

Well, then, maybe you ought
to change your business, Clay.

No, Sam, I don't see
it that way.

The way I see it,

as soon as this National
Cattle Trail Bill passes,

my business
will just be starting.

I don't expect it
to pass.

I'm doing everything
I can to stop it.

Well, that kind of puts us
on different sides

of this fence I was
talking about, don't it?

You could say that.

Sam, I don't wanna fight
with you.

I think a lot
of you.

Do you remember that first day
you come to work for me

down in the
Brush Country?

I remember it.

Just back from the war,

your land gone,
your folks dead.

You were some green, boy,
but you learned fast.

You trying to say
something, Clay?

Well, I figured
you might still learn fast.

I'm offering you a chance
to put in with me, Sam.

I figure you know the answer.

You're being a fool, boy.

That's possible.

Sam, we're friends.

I taught you a lot
about the cow business.

You think I'd go into this if
I didn't know what I was doing?

I've got a million dollars
in back of me.

[SIGHS]

You have a lot of cattle
in Texas, Clay.

Wyoming is the last spot
on earth you have to sell them.

You're a man between a rock
and a hard place

looking for a way out.

Alright, Sam.

Suppose what you say is true.

I'll still make
a million dollars.

Any reason why you shouldn't
be a part of it?

Yeah, plenty of reason, Clay.
But I doubt you'd understand it.

I know why you're in town, Sam.

And so do a lot
of the small ranchers

in your part of the country.

You come in here to yell
to your Cattlemen's Association.

They start sending in
hired guns there,

calling them range detectives.

You got it all wrong, Clay.

I came here to tell
the Cattlemen's Association

to stay out of this.

Anybody wants trouble,
they'll have it with me.

Sam, I hate to see
this happening to you.

A lot of your neighbors don't
like the stand you're taking.

They figure you're getting
in the way of something good.

That why my fences
are being cut?

One of my hands
killed?

I couldn't say.

But Harry Travers and
Abe Clevenger got an idea

that you know more about
that fence-cutting than anybody.

You the one put that idea
in their heads?

You saying I might be?

When I know for sure, I won't
stand here talking about it.

I guess we know
where we stand.

That's right. We know.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

I reckon that must be
the President's train.

I reckon it must be.

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT THEME]

[CROWD CHEERING]

My fellow Americans.

Thank you.

Thank you, indeed,

for this true
Western hospitality.

On this occasion

of my visit
to the scenic splendor

that is
Yellowstone National Park,

I am indeed humbled

in the presence of the
vastness of this land.

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT THEME]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[GUNSHOTS]

Son of a gun.

The Presidente
of the United States.

Gentlemen, the President
of the United States.

[APPLAUDING]

Clay Mathews,
Mr. President.

It's a great pleasure,
Mr. Mathews.

Thank you, sir.

[CHATTER]

Gentlemen, uh,

I, uh-- I should not
even discuss

the subject
of the, uh, genus bovine

in a gathering
of the finest cattlemen

in our
United States.

But in order that you
may not suppose me

completely ignorant
of the subject,

I would like to observe

that this is the first
ventilated bull

it's been
my privilege to see.

[ALL LAUGH]

Mr. President,
my name is Clancy

from the
Cheyenne Daily Leader.

Can I have a statement
from you, sir,

as to your feelings about
the National Cattle Trail?

I'm in Wyoming to visit
Yellowstone National Park.

This evening is a
purely social function

with no political
overtones whatsoever.

And, uh,
you may quote me.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Yes, Mr. President.

Mr. President,
here in Wyoming

we do things like we do
back home in Texas.

We go whole hog.

We didn't want you
to get the idea

that we were all heathens
in this part of the country.

Mr. Mathews, if I ever had
any such preconceived notion,

I assure you,
it's being rapidly dispelled.

This is just potluck,
Mr. President.

We don't want you to make
any speeches

or grant any favors.Good. Good.

We wanted to give you
a chance

to put your legs
under a table

and wrap yourself around
some good old Texas beef.

Believe me,
I'll be delighted.

Right this way, sir.

[CHATTER]

MATHEWS:
Ha, ha. So the next morning

w-we got out to ride,

professor turned to me
and he said, "Mr. Mathews,

why is it that my horse
is the only one with horns?"

[ALL LAUGH]

The way you talk about it,
Mr. Mathews,

I wouldn't mind going along
on one of those trail drives.

Now you say
there were 265,000 head

driven up from Texas
last year.

That's right, sir.

And there'll be three times
that many next year.

And three times more
the year after

if we get this
National Trail Bill passed.

This is all very interesting,
Mr. Mathews,

but, uh, where does such
a large operation

leave the small farmer,
the homesteader?

I'm glad you asked
that question, Mr. President.

CLAY:
What the homesteaders want

is cheap cattle
they can afford to buy.

And Texas
is full of cheap cattle.

Folks just got to be guaranteed
a way to get them there.

Mr. President,

it's the little fellow
I'm most concerned about.

That is a private party,
Mr. Brassfield.

Even though
you are a member of the Club,

you must have
an invitation.

MATHEWS:
Don't take my word for it.

Ask one of these small ranchers.

Mr. Travers, there.

He represents
all the Jackson Hole outfits.

I just got
an invitation.

The ranchers all want
the trail, sir. Everyone.

I'm afraid that's not entirely
accurate, Mr. President.

Nobody invited you in here,
Brassfield.

From what I've just been
hearing, somebody should have.

PRESIDENT:
Uh, Mr. Mathews,

I, uh-- I would like to hear
what this gentlemen has to say.

I take it you disagree with
what's being said here, sir.

Rather with what's not
being said, Mr. President.

I heard no mention
of wild speculation,

overstocked range conditions,

Texas ticks
and Texas fever,

and scrub stock that's
already depressed the market.

That's a lie.

Gentlemen,
if you please.

I'm sorry, sir,
but as a Wyoming cattleman,

this becomes a matter
of life and death to me.

And if I'm forced to,
I'll fight it on that basis.

You mean, literally, sir?

With every gun and every man
on the Teton.

Those are pretty strong words.

I'm sorry I had to use them.

I apologize
for the intrusion.

[CHATTER]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hello, Harry.

Uh, George downstairs said
you, uh, wanted to see me.

That's right.
Come on in. Come on in.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I was, uh, just going out
to look for Johnny Quatro.

I thought maybe you'd like
to ride home with us.

Oh, well, I--
I-I can't, Sam.

I got some, uh, press--

Well, I just can't.
Not today.

Business
with Clay Mathews?

Now, look, Sam, I've got
a ranch, same as you.

One 50th the size, maybe,
but it is a ranch and I run it.

I got a right to make up
my own mind to things.

That's all I'm asking you to do,
make up your mind.

You see,
I've made mine up.

Sharleen and I
are going to be married.

I wouldn't
wanna wind up

fighting with
my own brother-in-law.

[GUITAR MUSIC]

MAN:
Myrt,

that's the finest
apple pie I ever had.

Whiskey.

JOHNNY:
Hey, senor. I know you.

I seen you one time before
in Jackson. You remember?

Say hello to the man,
little cousin.

I would rather
say hello to you.

Oh.

Who's your
Mexican friend?

Sam Brassfield's
right-hand man.

Oh.

Is that so?

Things might as well get started
right away, hadn't they?

You better leave it alone
until after we see the boss.

You're gonna make me
leave it alone?

Hey, you, girl.

Come here
and have a drink with me.

[CHUCKLES]

She's pretty busy,
senor.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

I said, come here.

And I mean right now.

You stay right here.

MAN:
Maybe you didn't hear me,
sweetheart.

I said come here.

[WOMAN GRUNTS]

Oh, senor.

Keep your hands off her.

And suppose I don't,
chili-picker,

what're you gonna do about it?

I kill you.

[ALL GRUNTING]

[THUDDING]

[GRUNTING]

You know something,
chili-picker?

I don't like people saying
they're gonna kill me.

[GRUNTS]

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

You wasn't
very friendly.

We won't disturb him,
little cousin.

He's played too hard.
He needs a nap.

Come on, Romeo.
Let's get out of here.

[CHUCKLES]

Listen, you--Remember what I told you?

If you get in trouble, it's good
to have a friend around.

[WHOOPING]

Well, you've been wanting
to meet Sam Brassfield.

You just met him.

I'll remember him.

Sam, Johnny.
I'm glad you're back.

June. Ruthie.
Come on out. They're back.

Sam.

Hey, Ed.

Johnny. Oh, boy,
did you have a good time.

Yeah. Our friend here
was playing again.

You should have seen the fight,
Ed. It was just like old times.

Did you
find out anything?

I'm not sure.

I told the Association
to stay out of it.

We'll talk
about it later.

Yeah, I'll take care
of the horses.

Johnny.
Welcome home, uncle.

Hello, Ruth.

Welcome home,
Sam.

Do the girls in Cheyenne
still miss me?

Oh, yes. I saw dozens of them,
prostrate with grief.

I cheered them up
for you.

Ah.Thanks. Thanks.

Hope you got something
to eat. I'm starved.

Ain't you always? Come on.
I got a big hunk of venison.

Johnny,
let's play some poker.

No, I'm sorry, Webb.
I spent all my money.

You know, in Cheyenne,
I have so many--

[IN UNISON]
Cousins I have to take care of.

[ALL LAUGH]

Alright.
Come on, you two now.

Get out of here. June and I
want to do up the dishes.

I don't know
about you, Sam,

but I don't wanna get a broom
broke over my head.

[CHUCKLES]

Ruth, you're married to the
sweetest man in the world

and you know it.
You shouldn't pick on him so.

You don't need to tell me
how sweet my husband is.

There was pictures
of 50 other women

in that
lonely hearts catalog,

and he chose me
out of the whole bunch.

That's good enough
for me.

I never know whether
to believe that story or not.

You might as well believe it,
because it's the truth.

And if you don't find yourself
a man pretty soon,

I'm gonna slip your picture
in one of them same catalogs.

Come on, let's get
these dishes done.

[DOOR CLOSES]

How'd everything go
while I was away?

Well, fair enough, I guess,

except Webb had another
run in with Abe Clevenger.

The kid's got to learn
to control his temper.

Yeah, but he's got
the makings of a good hand.

Still a little too much
paw and beller in him,

but that ain't gonna
hurt him any.

Clevenger's one man
I don't want trouble with.

He packs a lot of weight
with small ranchers.

He does that, alright,

but he's the orneriest cuss
I ever met in my life.

We need him, Ed.

Sheepherder. That's what he is.
A dern sheepherder.

I never did like sheep
and I never will.

Sam, you feel like
you wanna tell me

about what happened
in Cheyenne?

Mathews is going
all out.

He's offering to lease
every place in the valley.

He even offered
to cut me in.

He did?

There must be an awful
lot of money in back of him.

Well, if a man wants to lie
and twist figures a little,

he can make the cattle
business sound mighty inviting

to someone
who wants to invest.

How far do you figure
he'll go?

All the way.

And he's taking Harry Travers
right along with him.

Now you listen to me,
Travers. And you listen good.

I've gone too far now
to back down.

I want that range open.

And I want it wide open.
You hear?

I told you
what to tell your neighbors.

Now,
you tell it to 'em.

Uh, sure, Clay.
I'm with you.

It's just that, uh--Just what, Travers?

Well, uh, n-nothing.
Forget it.

There's gonna be
some fence-cutting.

Maybe somebody's gonna
get hurt,

but all you've
got to remember is

you saw Sam Brassfield
cutting his own fence. You hear?

Yeah, yeah, Clay.
I understand.

Now, don't make
any mistakes.

I always sort of
liked you, Harry.

[CHUCKLES]

I don't trust a man

who takes that much time
making up his mind.

Get the rest of your boys,
Bodine. We're riding out.

Let's see if we can't stir up
a little trouble

for Mr. Brassfield.

Now there's an idea
that appeals to me.

Personally.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

If I didn't know better,
I'd swear you was going girling.

Uh, no. I-- I just
thought I'd take a ride.

Oh, will you, uh,
tell Sharleen

I've got that light bread
biscuit recipe she wanted.

Sam,
how nice to see you.

Didn't Webb tell you
I was coming by?

You don't have to make
it seem so obvious.

I don't care if my nephew
does know I like girls.

You glad to see an old bachelor
who has two kids?

How do you think
that would sound to someone

who didn't know Webb and
June were your niece and nephew?

Well, it'd make me sound
like quite a devil, I'd say.

Feel like
taking a walk?

I'd love to.
Where?

Uh, down by the river.

I wanna look
for a couple of strays.

As I say,
always so romantic.

Come on.

[ROMANTIC MUSIC]

Care to join me?

Oh, I'm so glad
we came here.

Where are the strays?

Uh, they can
take care of themselves.

Do you know something?

What?

I love you.

I brought you this
from Cheyenne.

Oh, Mr. Brassfield.

Imagine.
All the way from Cheyenne.

Sam.

Don't you like it?

Of course I like it.

Oh, Sam.

I wish it could stay
like this forever.

Can't it?

The world's
still out there.

World's always out there.
Always has been.

More important,
it always will be.

Tell me about the world
that's going to be.

I wish I could,
Sharleen.

I guess I didn't think
much about it

before June and Webb
came to live with me.

You never told me
much about their parents.

Their mother
was my kid sister.

Nobody could have been
spoiled

more than
we spoiled her.

We were all guilty.

Anything she wanted,
she had.

So while I was gone
during the war,

she wanted a man named
Fremont Carter--

If you'd rather
not talk about it...

You know what I just
decided love is?

Having someone
to talk to.

Someone you don't have
to choose your words with.

I haven't talked about it
in a long time.

Well, don't now.

Yeah, Fremont Carter.

He left her,
my sister died.

I have two kids.

How are you going to like

having two kids almost
your own age, Mrs. Brassfield?

I'm just going to love it,
Mr. Brassfield.

It's beautiful, Sam.

So are you.

HARRY:
Now ain't that a pretty picture?

[CHUCKLES]

Uh, well, go ahead on, there.

D-Don't mind me.

You're both great big
grown-up people.

SHARLEEN:
Harry.

I didn't even know
you were home.

Well, that doesn't
surprise me.

Since when has anybody
ever known

that old
Harry was home?

SHARLEEN:
Oh, Harry, stop it.

Don't pay any attention
to him. He's drunk.

Just like all the rest,
ain't you, Sam?

You say something you think
I can't hear it, huh?

Well, I can hear, see.
And I can see too, hear?

Same as you
or anybody else.

Sure, Harry. I know that.

"Sure, Harry. I know."

You know everything,
don't you?

SAM:
I didn't say so.

Harry, please go in the house
and leave us alone.

Now, hold on, little sister,
I got obligations.

Mom said to take care
of you, didn't she?

That's what she said.

I can't go back on in the house
and leave you out here

with some stranger
on the porch.

Harry, please go in the house
and leave us alone.

No, no. I'm just gonna
sit down right here.

Well, you go ahead on.
Both of you. Don't mind me.

[CHUCKLES]

Forget it.

He'll finish his bottle
and then sober up.

SHARLEEN:
You know better.

He'll be at it
for a month.

SAM:
Well, then, let him.

You do all the work
around here, anyway.

We're not talking about me,
we're talking about my brother.

What do you want me to do?
Feel sorry for him?

You said yourself,
you spoiled your sister.

Don't you think anyone
ever has family problems?

Sure. I'm sorry
you took it that way.

Oh, now that takes a big man.

Did you hear that?

He feels sorry.

[HARRY CHUCKLES]

You are a big man,
ain't you, Brassfield?

Why don't you
forget about it?

A great big man.

Well, you know something,
Brassfield?

You ain't the only big man
in this country.

You know why?

Because I'm gonna be
a big man. That's why.

Clay Mathews
is gonna have

the biggest spread this
country has ever seen.

And you know who's gonna
manage that ranch?

Me. That's who.
M-E. Me.

Good for you,
Harry.

You're damn right
it's good for me.

But it's not so good
for you, Brassfield.

You know what I'm gonna do
with you, Brassfield?

I'm gonna run you
right out of this country.

Is that
plain enough, huh?

Yeah, that's plain,
Harry.

We'll talk
about it tomorrow.

Harry, please--Sharleen, keep out of this.

He knows exactly
what I'm talking about.

Cuts his own fences

and then goes running off
to the Association,

hollering for
more range detectives

to come up here and
hang some more homesteaders.

That's not very funny,
Harry.

It sure ain't, is it?

Why you suppose
he run off to Cheyenne?

To see the President?

Well, I s--
I saw the President.

That's right. Me.
Harry Travers.

I had supper with the President
of the United States.

I'll see you tomorrow,
Sharleen.

He hadn't had a drink
in two months.

Well,
he's had one now.

Oh, you went all the way,
didn't you, Brassfield?

Even ready to marry that girl
just to get a hold of my land.

[GRUNTS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

At least let him sober up
by himself.

[GRUNTING]

I told him
what I thought, didn't I?

Harry, why did you have
to do it?

Oh, it ain't no harm done, sis.
Don't you worry none.

That's right.
No harm done.

The harm was done
a long time ago.

Oh, now, sis.

Well, I'm- I'm sorry,

but, well, you know,
I was tired from a long trip

and talking business.

You know, four days
takes it out of a man.

[CHUCKLES]

What man?

Well, me.

You're no man.

You never have been.
You never will be.

Sharleen, you don't wanna
talk to me like that.

Why don't I?

I've been wanting to say
it for 10 years.

I'm sick of your crawling,
sniveling,

and begging
for sympathy.

Oh, mother was always there
to give it to you, wasn't she?

Her only son,
her first-born.

Sis, you're getting
yourself all worked up.

You're damned right
I'm getting worked up.

I'm sick of living my life
for you.

I'm sick of apologizing
for you.

I have a life
of my own to live.

I'm going to be married,

and nothing on
this earth

is going to come
between me and Sam.

And least
of all you.

I'm through
with you.

Do you understand?

I'm through with you.

Now, get out.

Get out!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

[SOBBING]

[HENS CLUCKING]

Come on, Johnny,

there's a lot of work
to do on a ranch. Now hurry up.

Hey, doggone you, Johnny Quarto.
That does it.

You come on off that wagon
and I'll beat your hide off.

Oh, I wouldn't like that.

Uh, so I think I might
as well stay up here, huh?

Oh, well then
I am coming up there.

Whoa.

[LAUGHS]

[WHISTLING]

Hey, boss, there's work
to be done around here.

[JOHNNY WHISTLING]

[LAUGHING]

[SIGHS]

Johnny,
I'm gonna kill you.

You wouldn't do it
in front of company, would you?

WEBB:
Hey, Harry.

When-- When did you get back
from Cheyenne?

Few days ago.
Is Sam around?

W-What's wrong? Something--
Something the matter?

No, I just want
to talk to Sam.

Did Sam say where
he was going, Johnny?

Think he's in the house working
on the books or something.

If he's not there,
June will know where he is.

Anything we can do
to help you, Harry?

No. That's alright. I'll--
I'll talk to Sam. Come on. Yeah.

[HOOFBEATS DEPARTING]

[GRUNTS]

Now what--
What's eating on him?

Same thing that's eating
on everyone else, I guess.

Too much night riding,
fence-cutting.

Yeah.

If I was running
things around here,

I'd hang a gun on every member
of the Teton crew.

I'd tell 'em to shoot first
and ask questions later.

That's what I'd do.

I think we better let Sam
run the ranch for a while.

Yeah. But, Johnny,
what I mean is--

Hey, you'd better go in
and dry off. You're wet.

A little behind
the ears, maybe.

JUNE:
I've been meaning to get over
to visit with Sharleen,

but since all this
happened with Hobie...

HARRY:
Oh, I know how it is.

Company, uncle.

Hello, Harry.

[CLEARS THROAT]

June, why d-- Why don't you
get us some coffee, huh?

Of course.

I, uh... I-- Ahem--

I've come over
to apologize.

I'm sorry.

Is that what Sharleen
told you to say?

That's sort of kicking a man
when he's down, isn't it, Sam?

Sit down.

Why don't we stop
fooling ourselves, Harry?

We don't like each other.
We never have.

You've decided to go one way,
I'm going another.

Well, that's
the whole point, Sam. I--

I haven't decided
anything.

You seemed fairly sure
of yourself

the last time
I talked to you.

I've never been sure of anything
in my whole lifelong.

You know that.

I guess that is hard for you
to understand, isn't it, Sam?

You know where you're going.
Every move you're gonna make.

Well, I don't.

I wake up every morning scared.

And if I don't
start something,

at least I-- I know
I won't fail finishing it.

Well, look, Harry,

if you need some
help or anything,

if you wanna borrow
a few of my hands--

No. Well,
I guess it's, uh...

Not as simple as that.

B-But thanks, anyway.

Well, ahem,
like I say, uh,

I am sorry.

[SIGHS]

If they found out
I told you this,

they're gonna kill me.
But I'm gonna tell you anyway.

Clay Mathews
is moving in on you.

He's hired a Texas killer
by the name of Vince Bodine.

That's the one
that's been cutting your fences.

And that's the one
that killed Hobie too.

Mathews wanted me to talk
Clevenger and the others

into believing that you're
trying to make a land grabbing.

I told him I would.

You know
why I told him I would?

Because I was scared
not to.

You've changed
your mind?

[SIGHS]

I don't know.

All I want is that

Sharleen shouldn't be tied down
any longer.

You can't stand
in the middle, Harry.

I've been doing that
all my life, haven't I?

Harry.

Thanks for coming over.

Oh.

Aren't you going to stay
for coffee?

Oh, I-- No, June.

Not this time.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

Well, what are we waiting for?
You know who's behind it.

He wants war,
let's give it to him.

Calm down, Webb. I'm still
running things around here.

It looks to me you're running
them right in the ground.

Easy, amigo.You watch your sass, boy.

Sam, what do you think
our next move ought to be?

I've gotta talk
to Abe Clevenger.

Try to make him see this.

He has more influence
with the nesters

than any of the others.

You mean
you're gonna crawl to him?

Now, what good is talking
to Abe Clevenger gonna do?

I tried to talk to him

and he ran me off his place
with a shotgun.

Well, if you accused him
of fence-cutting and murder

I can't say that I blame him.

Webb, sometimes I think
you talk too much.

You've only got
Harry's word for that.

As far as you know,
maybe,

Clevenger told Harry
to tell you all of this.

I say, let's show those nesters
we mean business.

Webb, you ride along with us
and take orders from me

or you stay right here.
Now make up your mind.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

That's all I need
is a hotheaded kid.

Above all, I don't want trouble.
Not right now.

The President and his party left
Green River several days ago.

They're up in this part of
the country somewhere right now.

Let one man get killed

and every newspaper
in the world will know about it.

That's right. You think
you can talk to Abe Clevenger?

I don't know, Ed.

All I know is,
he's an honest man.

If he can put common sense
and decency

ahead of his hatred for
the Cattlemen's Association,

maybe I can talk with him.

We'll try, anyway.

I guess today is as good
as any other.

I'll get the horses.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I know how you feel, kid.

Me, I guess I feel
the same way.

I can't see crawling
and begging for favors.

It's pretty hard for me
to wait to find the man

who killed my friend.
But I'm waiting.

How long?
That's what I wanna know.

I don't run this ranch.
I don't think I could.

Lots of times I would fight
instead of wait.

I talked to Ed about that once.
You know what he said?

He said, "Johnny, the difference
between Sam and you and me

"is that Sam knows
that any fool can fight.

"A smart man,

he fights, only when
he knows there's no other way."

Well, there's
no other way now.

I think they've got
him scared.

[SIGHS]

Don't ever let me
hear you say that again.

I know Sam too long
to let anybody say that.

You ever see a man
killed with a gun?

If you ever do,
you're not going to like it.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

[DOOR CLOSES]

He's going to see
old Clevenger, alright.

I figured he would.

He's playing
right into our hands.

I still don't like the way
Harry Travers is acting.

Why? Regardless
of what he said,

he got Brassfield
out in the open, didn't he?

[SHEEP BLEATING]

SAM:
Clevenger. Sam Brassfield.

Anybody home?

Right here, Brassfield.

What's the matter, Brassfield?
Afraid to come here alone?

SAM:
What's the matter with you?

Afraid to talk to me
without a shotgun in your hand?

What do you want? I ain't got
no time for visiting.

Harry Travers
gave me some information

I thought
might be of interest to you.

If Harry has something
to say to me

he can say it direct.
Now, get out.

We came here peacefully, Abe.
I don't want trouble with you

or any of the rest
of my neighbors.

That ain't the way that kid
there of yours tells it.

Accused me of fence-cutting
and shooting one of your hands.

Well, you've accused us
of trying to fence you in

and drive your sheep off.

I don't like the way
you're grabbing land.

If you say I ever fenced
one acre that I didn't own

you're a liar.

You speak your mind plain,
Brassfield.

I feel it's the only kind
of talk you'll listen to.

ABE:
What was it Harry had to say?

Clay Mathews has hired
a bunch of Texas gunslingers

to try and stir up trouble
with the Teton.

They're doing the fence-cutting,

not you or any of your friends.

Do you think your high and
mighty Stock Growers Association

is gonna believe that?

The Association has nothing
to do with it.

I'm talking about you and me.

I'm giving it
to you plain, Abe.

You make up your mind
how it's going to be.

Sam,
what do you think?

That's hard to tell
with a man like Clevenger.

He's like a lot of people
in this country,

he hates success.It seems like a man

who fights for something little,
he's a hero.

He fights for
something big,

and they call him a range hog
or a cattle king.

CLAY:
Alright, Bodine.

You and your boys
know what to do.

VINCE:
Don't worry.

You'll get
what you paid for.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

ALL:
Hyah.

VINCE:
You stand put, old man.

Brassfield says you're having
trouble making up your mind.

So we're gonna make
it up for you.

Alright, boys, start tearing
this place apart

board by board.

And when
you finish here,

then start
working on them sheep.

Brassfield doesn't
want one of them

stinking woollies left
alive when we leave here.

Well, there's a start.

MAN 1:
Hyah.

MAN 2:
Woo-hoo.

[GUNFIRE]

[SHEEP BLEATING]

Hello, Abe.

Brassfield,

I'm gonna watch you die.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

[GRUNTS]

SAM:
Put that gun away, Webb.

The man's hurt.
Can't you see that?

What's the matter with you?
He tried to kill you.

SAM:
Well, he didn't, did he?

Now, get him in the house.

You get up.

[GRUNTING]

I didn't want this
to happen, Abe.

You should've killed me when you
had the chance, Brassfield.

I'll come after you again,

and I'll have every outfit
in the valley with me.

Those weren't my men
tore your place up.

You're a liar.

Get away from me.

You're a Brassfield too.

I ain't gonna stop now

until I drive you all
out of the valley.

Every one of you.

[GRUNTING]

JUNE:
Uncle.

Has Webb left
to get the doctor?

Yes. But I don't think
a doctor can cure

what's wrong
with that man.

I've never seen such hatred
in my life.

Can you blame him?

Ten years of
back-breaking work

torn down right
before his eyes.

His sheep stampeded.

But don't you
understand?

He is going to try
to kill you.

Well, honey, you can depend
on me to do what I can

to see that
that doesn't happen.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Will you see
who that is, Ruth?

MAN:
Is Mr. Brassfield in, please?

Won't you
come in?

Mr. Brassfield.

Yes.

Didn't I see you
at the Cheyenne Club?

Yes, sir.

Stafford.

Secretary to President
Chester A. Arthur.

Mr. Brassfield,
the Presidential party

is camped a few miles
south of here.

The President has expressed
an interest

in visiting your ranch.

The President wants
to come here to see me?

The President
of the United States?

[CHUCKLES]

I, uh-- I hope we didn't
choose an inopportune time,

but we'll be in this area
for only one more night.

Of course not,
Mr. President.

I'm delighted and honored
to have you.

Uh, this is my niece

June Carter.
President Chester A. Arthur.

How do you do?

And, uh, my manager's wife,
Ruth Winters.

How do you do?

Land of Goshen.

Look at this house.
It's a mess.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

I, uh-- I believe I recall
my own late wife

making that same speech
on more than one occasion.

Mr. Brassfield, uh,

I was anxious to see
a cattle ranch firsthand.

I was told this was one of
the best in the territory.

Well, we like to think so.
I'd be happy to show it to you.

Stafford, if you'll, uh, tell
General Sheridan and the others

we plan to stop
over here for a few hours.

Yes, sir.

Would you care
to go outside?

By all means.

SAM: After you, sir.PRESIDENT: Thank you.

I started up breeding my stock
a little over five years ago.

That, uh, pasture of hay
I showed you back there

makes good
winter feed.

Well-kept ranch,
Mr. Brassfield.

I wanted you to see this,
Mr. President.

Well, you know, there's, uh,
been much criticism

of the big cattlemen
moving in

and taking what they want
of the public land.

It's feared
that they'll destroy it

and then move on.

Move on where, Mr. President?

Days of free grass are gone.

It's been a big change
in this country,

and I felt
I had to change with it.

I realized there are a lot of
people who don't agree with me.

Strangely, Mr. Brassfield,

you and I occupy somewhat,
uh, similar positions.

I too have discovered that

when a man tries to stand up
to his responsibility,

there's a good chance
that he'll make many enemies.

And sadly, he may even lose
some of his old friends.

We'd best be getting back,

or the Army
will be out looking for me.

[SIGHS]

A little privacy
is a precious thing.

Straighten
that sofa.

That Sam Brassfield.

Inviting the President here
without giving me any warning.

I tell you, Ed Winters,
it was a sad day

when you got
mixed up with that man.

Ruthie, Sam is my best friend.
You know that.

Well, then you go out there

and polish the silver
and cook the dinner.

Just like a man.

"Come on in to dinner,"
he says.

Just like him.

What does he think I can do?
Turn myself into a roast beef

or a dried apple pie
any time he snaps his fingers?

I'm afraid
I'm putting you

to a great deal
of trouble, Mrs. Winters.

[MUTTERS]

I'm-- I'm used to it
around this place.

I, uh--
I'd like it very much

if all you folks would
come out to our camp.

We have six cooks
traveling with the party.

No. you're staying right here
now. I got everything fixed.

Six cooks?

Yes.

They're all men,
I suppose.

It's hard telling
what they've been feeding you.

Frankly, Mrs. Winters, uh,

I would prefer your cooking.

Well, just happens
I-I have enough.

So don't let it
worry you none.

Can I take your hat?Thank you.

And next time, wipe your feet
before you come into this house.

June and I
just finished cleaning.

Ruthie, that was the President
of the United States.

Well, his boots get just as
dirty as anybody else's

if he walks
in the mud.

I must say,
Mrs. Winters,

I believe that is
the finest meal

I have ever
eaten.

Just plain old ranch cooking,
that's all.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Uh...

Y-You can call me Ruth
if you want to.

Why, thank you, uh, Ruth.
I'll do that.

You're a very fortunate man,
Mr. Winters.

I think so.

Mr. Brassfield,

I, uh, I hope
you won't think I'm rude,

but I would like to talk
with you for a moment, if I may.

Yes, sir, of course.

Sit down. Sit down.
Please, all of you.

I hope we're not standing
on protocol here.

That's a pretty fine man,
our Presidente.You know that?

I have enjoyed myself
immensely, Mr. Brassfield.

Well, it's certainly been
an honor having you, sir.

[SIGHS]

PRESIDENT:
I, uh--

I'm reluctant to bring
up an unpleasant subject.

SAM:
If there's any information
I can give you.

You seemed
quiet adamant

about this National Cattle
Trail Bill the other night.

Only because
it's years behind its time.

It can only result

in overstocking our ranges
with inferior cattle.

You feel that fencing
and controlled breeding

are the only solution?

I believe that very strongly,
sir.

PRESIDENT:
I've heard complaints

that the
Cattleman's Association

has been arbitrary,
high-handed in its dealings.

Well, sir, when there's
very little formal law

for a man to call on,

he immediately tries
to form a regulating body.

A regulating body,
Mr. Brassfield?

Or a punitive committee?

I've been told that there's
been outright warfare here.

And killings.

SAM:
Yes, sir, there have.

I lost one of my best hands
just recently.

And it's been reported that
a man's house was torn down.

His sheep were driven off.

Are you involved in this,
Mr. Brassfield?

Not involved, no, sir.

But I know the man you refer to.
His name is Abe Clevenger.

He's here in this house.
Wounded, seriously.

I'm the man who wounded him.

You shot a man?

Not because he opposes
any of my views.

I-- I shot him because if
I hadn't, he'd have killed me.

In heaven's name,
why did he try to kill you?

Abe Clevenger's an honest man,
Mr. President.

He honestly believes
that I was out to destroy him.

Because he believes
it honestly, I respect him.

But isn't this a matter
for the law

or perhaps your, uh,
Cattlemen's Association?

SAM:
Why? Because a man
is willing to stand up

for what he believes
is right?

And you'd protect a man
who tried to kill you?

Give me a choice
between these spoilers,

these National Cattle
Trail proponents,

these paper profiteers,

and a man like Abe Clevenger,
who--

Who owns his land
and wants to preserve it.

I'll fight
on the side of Abe Clevenger.

It's been recommended,
Mr. Brassfield,

that I send Federal troops
into this territory

if the situation worsens.

Well, I'll do everything
in my power

to see that it doesn't.

I see.

I appreciate
having your views.

Thank you, sir.

I just took breakfast
into Mr. Clevenger,

and he actually
thanked me for it.

He must be sicker
than I thought.

When'll Webb get back
with the doctor?

Well, it's a long ride. He'll
get here as soon as he can.

Meanwhile, you're not doing
anybody any good

pacing up and down
like that.

What do you expect me
to do with myself?

Well, you might go over
and see Sharleen

and tell her about
your visit with the President.

If I were your girl,
I'd like to hear about it.

I hadn't
thought about it.

Hadn't you?

You're getting worse
than Ruth.

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

Uh.

Hello, Mr. Bodine.

You ought to stay home more,
Travers.

Uh, I don't guess
I know what you mean.

Oh, I figure you do.
You been seeing Sam Brassfield.

Oh, well,
I went over to his place,

but that was on
ranch business.

Was it?

Well, that's all it was.

Why-- I swear.

I think you're a liar, Travers.

And I think you talk
way too much.

Who is it?Sharleen, get back in the house.

[GUNSHOT]

[WHINNYING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

HARRY:
Sam!

Sam!

Over here, the corral.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

Harry.
What happened?

Bodine. He found out
I talked to you.

I was coming to tell you.

Where's Sharleen?
Is she alright?

She's dead, Sam.

Sharleen is dead.

You were right, Sam.

A man can't
live in the past.

He can't stand still
in the middle either.

I wanna stay here,
make a go of it.

That's what she would have
wanted most.

I may need a little help.
At first.

We'll all be here,
Harry.

This is between
Mathews and me.

I'm gonna try
and keep it that way.

None of you
had anything to do with it.

I'm not asking you
to get mixed up in it.

What's the matter? You think
I wouldn't stand by him?

No, I didn't think that.
Not for a minute.

They work for you,
Sam.

Your trouble
is their trouble.

Alright, you ranchers.

You saw what happened to Abe
Clevenger's place, didn't you?

Well, that's what's gonna
happen to all of you

if we don't take care
of Sam Brassfield right now.

Come on. Let's ride.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

CLAY:
Get those cutters
and cut that wire.

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

That's as far
as you'd go.

What're you waiting for?
There's only four of them.

Remember what he did
to Abe Clevenger?

This started out
as a personal fight, Clay.

That's changed now
because you changed it all.

You raided
Abe Clevenger's place.

You're a liar, Clay.

You wanted to make trouble
between me and my neighbors.

Swenson, McCoy, Hartford,

Deneen, Farwell,
have we ever had any trouble?

You wanna wind up
like Clevenger?

Let's ride 'em down.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

[MEN MUTTERING]

You start it, and a lot
of good men are gonna be killed.

I'm asking you, Clay,
keep this personal.

I've been waiting to
see you, Brassfield.

Do you remember me
from Cheyenne?

Take him, Mathews.

If you don't get him,
I will.

Alright, Brassfield.

ED:
Hold it, Mathews.

You men better all look
at who's coming.

You fight Sam Brassfield,
you're gonna fight me.

[MEN MUTTERING]

Don't make me do it, Clay.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC ]

That was for Hobie.

Why couldn't you realize
you can't turn back the clock?

Alright,
the rest of you.

Is it worth it?

ABE:
I appreciate
how you took care of me.

JUNE:
You were a very good patient,
Mr. Clevenger.

I was no such,
and don't you accuse me of it.

As for you,
Sam Brassfield,

you had no right
taking your boys over there,

patching my place up.

Like as not,
I have to do it all over.

Why, you ungrateful
old whelp.

Mind your manners,
boy.

You'll live to grow tall,

and when you do,

thanks to fellows like me
and your uncle,

there'll be some grass left
for you to graze on.

Giddyup.
Giddyup.

Alright,
we got a ranch to run.