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Can you tell me how to get to a place called Shiloh Ranch?

Just take the road west. You'll come to it.

Yeah, uh, is there anyplace in this town that I can rent a rig?

The livery stable, right over there. Thanks.

I can make you a special rate by the week.

Thanks, but I never plan that far ahead.

If you're not gonna have it back by 6:00 tonight,

you'll have to leave a five-dollar deposit.

That seems reasonable enough.

And take it easy with her. She's a good mare, but she's got a few years on her.

Don't worry. I'm in no hurry.

Hah.

Uh, whiskey, please.

Oop.

That's for the bottle.

I've got a long, thirsty ride ahead of me.

Howdy.

Get everything in town? Yep, plus this from Mr. Grainger.

Giddap.

Well, anything interesting, like maybe a raise for me?

Nope, but we're gonna have a new hand workin' for us. Oh?

Mr. Grainger was hoping he'd get back here before the new man arrived,

but he and Mrs. Grainger have got to stay over in Denver longer than they expected.

You mean he went to all that trouble just to tell you...

he's not gonna be around while you take on a new hand?

It's not just any new hand.

This is the son of an old friend of his.

You don't look too happy about it.

Well, it seems this fella's father is a big tycoon back East.

Apparently, he can't handle his son, and he wants Grainger to straighten him out.

Oh, fine, just fine. That's all we need.

Clay Grainger's Home for Wayward Sons.

Wants him treated just like any other hand. No special favors.

Yeah, well, you know that, and I know that.

Does what's-his-name know that? His name's Austin. Scott Austin.

Oh, Scott Austin. Well.

Does rich Mr. Austin know that he's comin' all

the way out here just to be one of the hands?

Guess we'll find out pretty soon.

Whoa-oh.

Who is that? I don't know.

Oh, pardon me, sir.

This is the Shiloh ranch, isn't it? That's right.

Well, I'm, uh, Scott Austin.

So I figured.

I see my fame has preceded me.

Well, if you could tell me where I could find my host, Mr. Grainger...

I understood he was to be your employer.

Well, put it any way you like. The point is... He's been delayed in Denver.

I'm his foreman. I'll get you squared away.

Well, that's very kind of you, sir. I don't wanna inconvenience you.

You won't.

Well, i-it's very nice to...

It's awfully nice to meet you, Mr., uh... Mr., um...

Whoa.

Yes, sir, just like any other hand.

Welcome to Shiloh, partner.

Up you go. On your feet.

Feelin' better?

Oh, I guess I bit off a little bit more than I could chew.

I'd say you bit off a little more than you could drink. Good point.

Now this is Trampas, our top hand. Scott Austin.

Howdy. Pleased to meet you.

- That your rig? - Yeah, I rented it in town.

Well, I'll have one of the hands return it when they go into town later.

Oh, that's all right. I'll take it back tomorrow.

You'll be out on the range tomorrow.

I forgot. I'm, uh, just a hired hand now, huh?

Well, if your head's clear, you might as well get settled.

Come on. I'll show you where to put your gear.

Did Mr. Grainger tell you why he was taking me on for the summer?

I understand he and your father are good friends.

Then you know it's not because of my competence as a cowhand.

Ah, you'll learn.

Oh, are you gonna be my private tutor?

My job is to run this ranch.

You can wipe your own nose.

Any more questions?

Yeah.

Who's that?

That's Elizabeth Grainger, Clay Grainger's niece.

Well, this may not be such a dull summer after all.

Lead on, friend.

Oh, boy. Best time of the day!

This way, friend.

All right, stop. You're pushing. Come on!

Why you gotta get in my way? Whoo!

I don't think you'll need to wash up. Let's go.

Smells good. Hey-hey, look at that chow.

Hey, stew!

Uh, you can take this bunk right here.

All right. You can come on over and, uh, meet some of the other hands.

I, uh, thought I'd unpack first.

You take time to unpack, you won't be gettin' much to eat.

Yeah, your stomach could probably use a little food, huh? Ooh.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I, uh, bow to your superior knowledge.

Uh, men, this is Scott Austin. He just signed on.

Hi, Scott. Hi, Scott. Gentlemen.

Gentlemen. Sit down, Scott.

Oh.

Thanks.

No, that's all right.

I, uh, thought maybe you didn't get enough.

Well, live and learn. I... I gather I was supposed to pass the beans.

If you'll excuse me.

Morgan, you didn't have to do that.

Look, Trampas. I did the kid a favor.

Somebody else might've dumped 'em on his head.

I, uh, figured these won't show the food stains as much.

Well, no reason they should, now that you learned the ropes.

I suppose there isn't a good, um, restaurant nearby, is there?

No, I'm afraid not.

Uh, we're gonna put up a fence down past the corral. You're workin' with us.

- Doing what? - Oh, whatever needs doin'.

Look. I think it's only fair to tell you...

I'm not very handy at manual labor.

In other words, you go on ahead...

and forget all about this character-building stuff, all right?

Suit yourself.

Hello. Hello.

You're Scott, aren't you?

Well, obviously everybody knows who I am.

And you're Elizabeth.

My uncle told me about you before he left. Well, did he now?

I think it's most admirable.

What?

Well, it's not as though you had to work.

But to want to...

To want to spend the summer out here in... instead of traveling in Europe.

I see.

Well, as a matter of fact, spending a summer here might be delightful.

You see, but modesty demands that I don't take credit for the idea.

In fact, this is the last place in the world that I wanted to spend the summer.

But I thought... You thought what your sly old uncle wanted you to think.

Now this might be difficult to believe, but, uh,

I'm no cowhand, nor a fence post digger.

However, if you should need a... a first-rate poet...

or a gentleman drinker,

somebody to quote you Greek or Latin literature right from the mother tongue,

well, I'm at your service and quite skilled, I might add.

Thank you. Do you ride?

Well, if that's an invitation to go riding with you, I accept.

All right. We'll ride together sometime.

Well, how about tomorrow morning, early?

- That'd be fun. - Good.

Say, uh, where's Trampas?

He's out there somewhere digging holes.

Well, if, uh, he's out there somewhere diggin' holes,

why aren't you out there somewhere helpin' him?

Friend, do I look like a hole digger?

You do now.

That was a mistake. That was just a start.

Oh. Might makes right, huh?

The strong shall flourish, and the weak shall all bow down.

No, not quite like that.

More like... workers eat, loafers go hungry.

Take your choice. This isn't a prison! I could just ride out, you know.

You could, but you won't.

It'd take some courage to walk out on a half-a-million-dollar inheritance.

Well.

I see you've done your homework. What else do you know about me?

More than I want to.

Now you're gonna dig some postholes. Get movin'.

Yes, sir, professor.

Howdy. Howdy.

Comin' into town? No, I've got too much paperwork to do.

I wish Grainger would get back.

Maybe that's why he's stayin' away. Maybe.

How'd Scott do today after he finally got started? Well, he did his share.

Sure doesn't make himself easy to like.

It's almost like he's goin' out of his way to make you dislike him.

How's he getting along with the other hands?

Outside of Morgan givin' him a bad time,

the rest of the men don't pay much attention to him one way or another.

Well, as long as we're stuck with him...

What do you mean, "we"? You hired him.

I mean you and me.

Now wait a minute. No, he's your problem.

You're the foreman. I'm just a hired hand.

Well, now, you'd like to be a foreman someday, wouldn't you?

Well... One of the first things you've got to learn...

is that a good foreman knows how to delegate responsibility.

Just like I'm doing now.

Think you're pretty tricky, don't you?

- Do the best you can with him. - Buy him a drink or somethin'.

It's gonna be a long summer. That it is. That it is.

Phew! You know, this cologne of yours smells like horse liniment.

It is.

Um, how about ridin' into town with me?

Nothin' like a nice cold beer to help those aches and pains.

Well, that's, uh, right neighborly of you, pardner, but, uh,

I think I'll ride in later, thanks.

Howdy. How do you feel?

I'll survive.

That bad, huh?

Nothing I can't take for a few weeks...

till my father and Mr. Grainger give up on me.

I think they kinda hoped you'd like it here.

Look. I grew up in Boston. I was educated in Europe,

and I've spent time in Rome, Paris, London,

Vienna... all cities of culture and refinement.

Now, what makes them think that I'll like it here?

Well,

I think you dislike it for a different reason. Oh?

- I think you're a little scared. - Why?

Because I didn't choose to engage in a fistfight at lunch...

with that stupid cowboy?

You think I'm a coward? Is that it? No.

That's not it.

From what I know of your father,

he got everything he has the hard way.

And I think he may have given too much of it to you on a silver platter.

The word you're looking for is "spoiled".

No. I'll still settle for "scared."

Because you know that sooner or later he's gonna ask you to step into his shoes,

and you're afraid you won't measure up.

So you choose not to try.

Because you know if you don't try, you can't fail.

That's, uh, quite an interesting analysis.

The only trouble with it is, it doesn't happen to be true.

I think it is.

Yeah, well, I, uh... I appreciate your concern,

but quite frankly, I don't care what you think... you or anybody else.

And now, if... If you'll excuse me,

I think I'll get rid of some of this fine Wyoming soil.

Well, that got some of the dust outta my throat.

Now let's finish the job.

Well, look who just got here... Ol' Fancy Pants himself.

Ooh, I see he's too good to drink with us.

Well, nothin' in the rule book says he has to.

Why'd the foreman hire a fellow like him? Why don't you ask him?

You, uh... You got room for one more?

Well, if you've got the money, we've got the room.

Hi, Minnie.

Don't tell me you're buying.

Well, I got a better idea.

I thought you would. Forget it.

You see that guy over there in the brown jacket?

Mm-hmm.

I'll open for a dollar.

All right. I'll see your dollar, and I'll up it five.

I'll call you.

Hey, buy me a drink for luck.

Not now. Aw, come on.

- Look, I'm busy. - Too rich for my blood.

Hey, you're cute. Anybody ever tell you that? Please, do you mind?

Hey! Oh! Oh. Sorry.

Oh. Is that the way you were taught to treat a lady?

I thought you told me he was a big spender.

If you wanna fight, try pickin' on a man.

Look, I don't want to fight. I simply wanna play a little poker.

Why, he's as cheap as he is yellow.

Come on, Minnie. I'll buy you a drink.

I believe it was my play.

Two cards.

Good morning. You're up bright and early this morning.

Well, why not? It's a beautiful morning. It sure is.

Have you seen Scott around?

From what I understand, he didn't get back from town last night. Why?

Nothing.

Hey, sweet one.

You know I brought you something, don't you?

Oh, cut it out. Stay still.

Come on.

Come on, there. Oh, no.

Oh, you're so spoiled.

You are spoiled.

And according to general opinion, that makes two of us.

I was beginning to think you'd forgotten.

I never forget a date with a beautiful woman.

Are you sure you still want to go?

Oh, now don't let this slightly rumpled appearance fool you.

Under these wrinkles, a man of impeccable

sartorial splendor is just aching to get out.

Isn't he a beauty? Yeah.

Is he yours? Yes.

He's a thoroughbred.

When he's old enough, I intend to race him.

Hmm. Lucky horse.

- Well, how about our ride? - Right.

This is one of my favorite spots.

What's out there, past the horizon?

I've never been there, but they say it's badlands... miles of them.

You can't see them from here.

- Well, what's beyond that? - Oh, mountains.

Beautiful green mountains...

with streams and springs... Just go on and on and on.

You know, I think you're a half poet and half romantic.

- What's wrong with that? - Nothing, for you.

You said you were a poet... A first-rate poet.

I'm also a first-rate liar.

Shouldn't believe a word I say.

In fact, lying's about the only thing I'm first-rate at.

- I don't believe that. - You could ask my father.

Of course, I don't think I've done one single thing...

in my entire life that he's approved of.

- Why? - Well, you see,

he got everything the hard way, as they say.

He fought, scratched, probably killed...

to make the name Tom Austin mean something.

But can he read Greek or Latin?

No.

No, and he doesn't understand anybody who can.

You know, that's the real reason I'm out here.

He was hoping your uncle could knock some of the education out of me...

and what he calls "manhood" in.

In a minute, I'll have you gnashing your teeth and wailing if you don't watch it.

What about you, Scott?

What do you mean?

You said you'd never done anything he'd approved of.

Have you done things that you've approved of?

Well, if I... said I did, would you believe me?

Yes.

Well, don't, 'cause I haven't.

My trouble is people.

I don't trust them, and they don't trust me.

So be it.

I trust you.

Then what do I care about the rest of the world?

Come on. We'd better get back.

Good morning.

Mr. Grainger asked me to make a special effort.

I'm gonna give you another chance.

Well, you're, uh, stepping out of character aren't you, sir?

Maybe, but I kinda think it's worth it.

Why don't you give it up... Send me home as a bad job?

You make it sound temptin', but I don't give up as easy as you do.

Well, uh, you haven't had as much practice.

Now look.

Right now, I want you to take all these corral horses,

herd 'em up the road.

You'll come to a canyon on your right. Turn 'em in there.

There's a spring.

Let 'em graze the rest of the day.

Yes, boss. And watch 'em.

There's swamp at the far end.

All right, you spavined critters,

get ready for the big roundup.

- Hey, what are you doin' here? - You lookin' for some sugar?

Come on. Come on. Get away.

Go on. Let me rest.

Whoa, boy.

Oh!

Whoa, boy.

Whoa. Whoa.

Yeah. Come on.

Ho! Hah!

Easy, boy. Whoa.

Whoa. Easy. Whoa, boy. I'm comin'.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

I'm comin'.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

Whoa, boy.

I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Whoa, boy.

Oh!

Whoa, boy.

Whoa.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

Yeah, I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Whoa...

Whoa, boy.

I'll get some help.

It was her colt.

It was Elizabeth's colt.

Are you sure he couldn't have gotten out of it by himself and just run away?

Nope.

I'm afraid not.

Wh-Where's Scott? We left him out there.

He feels pretty badly about it.

There's no need for any special kindness.

I, uh, came to see Elizabeth.

I know how you feel.

You don't have to tell me.

You don't know at all.

I don't blame you. I heard how you tried to save his life.

You don't know.

You don't understand at all, do you?

Understand what? That they were right about me.

Did you know that? They were right!

Scott, who?

My father, the foreman... Everybody!

You were the one who was wrong. You were wrong, Elizabeth.

Scott... You trusted me!

You said that.

Well,

your colt was with the other horses that I took to the canyon.

The foreman warned me.

He told me to keep an eye out for him.

He told me there was a swamp nearby.

Scott... Listen to me!

So I... I took them.

He even came lookin' for some sugar.

I-I was tired from...

I'd been up all night gambling.

So I slept.

You trusted me, so I went to sleep!

I killed your colt just as if I'd taken a gun and shot him right through the head!

Scott... No, no, no, no!

Hey, where's your smirk today, kid?

How'd you get so dirty? Been playin' in the pigpen?

I know you didn't get it workin'.

I don't hear no answer. Speak up!

You're a stupid ox, Morgan. Why don't you shut up?

Been waitin' for this for a long time.

Hey, fellas, come on out and look at this.

This the way you do it? You saw it.

Like that, huh? Yeah.

Watch out.

Ooh.

Fight's out there. All right, who's doin' this, huh?

Hey, kid.

- Have you had enough, kid? - Of what?

Yeah. Ooh-hoo. Look at that one.

Now have you had enough, kid?

Yeah. He's had enough now.

All right, boys, get back to work. Come on.

You see me in the office in a couple of minutes. You can draw your pay.

Come on. You gotta be kidding. You're not gonna fire me just because of...

That's right.

Any more questions?

Uh, you were, uh, doin' pretty well there till you ran outta steam.

What, uh... What started it?

I'll write you a book about it someday:

How to Win Fame and Manhood in the Wild West.

Come on. You better get cleaned up.

Good morning. Good morning, Liz.

Hello, Liz.

What's wrong? Well, we found this on Scott's bunk.

Wondered if you knew anything about it.

"I've caused enough trouble at Shiloh.

"Thanks for trying, but you never had a chance.

Do both of us a favor and don't try and follow me. Scott."

When did he leave?

Sometime during the night. No one heard him go.

But that's terrible.

He probably felt so bad about the colt that he couldn't face us.

Well, Liz, he wasn't exactly enjoying himself before that happened.

You're going out after him, aren't you?

Well, I can't hog-tie him.

But you could try to persuade him.

Tell him we want him to stay. Liz, we don't even know where he's headed.

That's what I wanted to ask you about.

Did he say anything yesterday after I left here...

that might give us a clue as to which way he was goin'?

No.

If he'd mentioned leaving, I would have tried to talk him out of it.

I know he felt bad about what he'd done...

Wait a minute. When we went out riding,

he asked what was beyond the next range of hills.

- When you went out riding? When was that? - Yesterday morning, early.

Where'd you go? Out toward Lookout Point.

There's nothing out there but desert beyond that.

That's what I told him.

Why would he head there?

That might be just the place he would head.

He's carryin' a big load of guilt on both shoulders.

He might just try to pick out the toughest route he could find for himself.

There's a lot of "if's" in that diagnosis.

You got any better ideas? Ye...

No. Well, yeah.

It's just as possible that he went to town to catch the first train east.

All right. You go into Medicine Bow and check with the station master.

I'll head west and see if I can pick up his trail. Yo.

Good luck.

Howdy.

Where'd you figure on refillin' that?

You read my note, didn't ya? I read it.

It said very clearly not to follow me.

Well, I take my orders from Mr. Grainger.

He, uh... He made me responsible for you.

Did it ever occur to you that I could take care of myself?

About that water... I intend to get some more when I reach the mountains.

Huh. The mountains are west.

You've been headin' south since sundown.

I thought you might need an extra one.

Well, that makes it a perfect score.

I can't even make a success of leaving.

Leaving or running away?

Ah, what difference does it make?

You leave in the daytime. You run away at night.

Ah, have it your way.

My way is we head back in the morning.

Well, uh, what if I said I wouldn't go back with you?

What would you do about that? You know the answer to that.

Why? I've messed everything up. What's the

point in going back and messing it up some more?

I don't think you have it quite straight.

I'm takin' you back because you won't make it this way.

You'll only end up as a supper for a bunch of hungry vultures.

We get back to Shiloh and you're pointed in the right direction,

you're free as a bird.

Well, at least you're honest about it.

No sympathy, no sermons. Strictly business.

I figure you feel sorry enough for yourself for both of us.

Well, got some beans in my saddlebag.

Gotta keep up our strength. We've got a long ride ahead of us.

Hey. Hey, wake up. Mmm?

- Hey, the horses are gone. - What?

They're gone! Now wh-what are we gonna do?

Start walkin', I guess.

How long do you think it'll take us to get back?

Twice as long as it took us to ride in.

Least we'll be goin' in a straight line. That'll help some.

Take a breather.

Oh... I'm not in condition for this.

You will be by the time we get back to Shiloh.

You look like you're enjoying it. Take it easy with that!

It's a long way to the next water hole.

That's all right. If I run out again, you'll give me some of yours.

What makes you so sure of that?

'Cause, uh, you're responsible for me. Said so yourself.

Let's go.

Hey, uh, what are those mountains over there?

The ones you were tryin' to find. They don't look so far away.

How long can a man stay alive out there without water? Huh? One day, maybe two.

There's no water for 50 miles once you get out there.

- Watch yourself. This stuff can be... - Hey, watch out!

Look, I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Here. Wait, wait.

What's the matter?

It's my knee.

Well, here.

Can you walk on it? I don't know. Help me up... slow.

We'll find out.

Let me... try a step.

Not a chance.

Well, let's go over here. All right.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, you'll have to go the rest of the way alone, bring somebody back for me.

Well, I didn't do a very good job of gettin' out here.

What makes you think I'm gonna do any better gettin' back?

You got a better idea?

Won't they come lookin' for you if you don't come back pretty soon?

Maybe, maybe not. But even if they do, our trail's wiped out by now.

They could wander around out here for a week and not find us.

Well, I... I'd rather take that chance than try to make it back on foot alone.

Now don't forget, you'd be just as bad off as I would...

if I got out there and started walkin' around in circles again.

All right.

Here. See if you can find a couple of branches I can use for crutches.

Oh, boy.

Oh, here.

I guess it serves me right.

What do you mean?

Well, those horses didn't just get away last night.

I turned 'em loose and ran 'em off.

- You did what? - I turned 'em loose.

Well, why'd you do that?

I thought it might be good for you to sweat a little bit.

I think the expression they usually use is "make a man out of you."

I wasn't that optimistic.

Thought it was time you were faced with somethin' you couldn't run away from...

or buy your way out of.

Do you mean to tell me that you'd make yourself walk back and...

sacrifice your horse just to teach me a lesson?

I'm not sacrificin' my horse or anybody else's!

They're on Shiloh range right now eatin' their bellyful of green grass.

- That still leaves you on foot. - Yeah, that's right.

But I thought I'd have the use of both of 'em.

Boy, you must really hate me.

- Is that why you think I did it? - You said so yourself.

You wanted to see me sweat a little.

Thought if you made somethin' the hard way for once in your life,

you might develop a little pride in yourself.

They should've been back by now.

- And you know it. - You just don't want to admit it.

That's not so. Well, then why aren't they back?

I don't know. A lot of things could've happened. That's just what I'm afraid of.

You didn't let me finish. I said a lot of things could happen to delay 'em,

but, uh, without it being somethin' to worry about.

Like what? Uh, well,

like it took him longer to catch up with Scott than he figured, and, uh...

He did have a big head start. He didn't have that big a head start.

You... Will you quit interrupting and let me finish?

All right. Good. Now like I was sayin',

Scott was probably pretty tired by the time he caught up with him,

and so, instead of hurryin' back, they're takin' it easy.

Well, there's no sense in wearin' out the horses.

There's a half a dozen good reasons why they're not back yet.

In other words, you're not gonna go out and look for him.

And have him skin me alive, chasin' after

him like he's some dude tenderfoot? Huh, no.

I wish Uncle Clay were here. He'd say the same thing.

You know the foreman can take care of himself.

All right. But you just remember... I'll remember. Now look.

Why don't you go and relax and practice your piano? I think it's outta tune.

I'll bet you they'll be back before supper.

They'd better be.

All right, give me the other one.

Hey, aren't you gonna take the gun?

Get goin'. You know, I'm gonna enjoy this.

Every step I take, I'm gonna be thinkin' how much tougher it is for you.

Save your breath. You're gonna need it.

What you stoppin' for? I want a drink!

Well, go ahead. It's your water.

Trampas! Hey, Trampas!

Where'd you find 'em? I found 'em out on the range.

All right, let's go.

Show me where it is. Come on.

This is where I found the horses.

Scott? Hey, Scott!

Scott. Uh, get out of my way. Get out of my way!

Take it easy, Scott. Take it easy. I gotta... I gotta get back.

Let me get back. I gotta get... I... I gotta get him back to Shiloh.

Scott. Scott, you're all right now. Take it easy. Take it easy!

I-I gotta get back.

Get back. I gotta... I gotta get...

- How is he? - He's still breathin'.

- Get some water. Here now. - I gotta get back.

That's all right. That's all right, Scott. Take it easy. Take it easy.

Easy. Take it easy now. Not too fast.

That's good. Not too fast.

Well, good-bye, Liz, and thanks for puttin' up with me.

Let's not hear any more of that kind of talk.

Well, all right. But I was a pain in the neck,

and that's just a simple statement of fact.

Well, maybe, at first, there was a little room for improvement.

Well, that's putting it mildly, Trampas... very mildly indeed.

And last but not least, my favorite hiking companion.

Huh. Just talkin' about it makes my feet hurt.

Well, keep a spare bunk for me, will you? I may be back someday.

- I can always use a good hand. - Like, uh, next summer maybe.

All aboard. Yep.

Oop, hold on, my friend.

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye. So long.

You know, uh, I didn't want to say anything,

but, uh, all that character-buildin' stuff...

about turnin' the horses loose back there so Scott'd have to walk back...

Well, I think you made that up...

so we wouldn't catch on that, uh, you don't know how to tie up a horse.

Up, boy.

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