All language subtitles for The Virginian - 07x03 - The Orchard

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

That's what I call
judicious shootin'--

just enough to intimidate,
but not enough to do
any real injury.

Why don't you
hang out a sign, Mead?
"Here's where we steal cattle."

If they didn't know somebody was
stealing cattle, they wouldn't
be scoutin' around up here.

You just handle your part of it,
Gummery. I'll take care
of that Shiloh bunch.

Now let's get these cattle
through the pass
'fore somebody else shows up.

All right.
Move 'em out!

[ Shouting ]

[ Virginian ]
Let's get him inside, boys.

Right here.

Pull your shirt out, Jean.
It's not serious.

[ Clay ]
Where'd it happen?

[ Jean ]
I was up in that hummocky
country near Bradbury's.

We was all spread out
looking for cattle tracks,
and then I found some.

What's in that?Just a little medicine.
Come on.

Pull your shirt out.All right.

- You didn't see who, huh?
- Whoever it was has been
skimming cattle regular--

small bunches,
just a few at a time.

- Hoping we wouldn't notice.
- Mmm. Give me your arm.

Hold his shirt up, boys.

Now, Jean, I gotta
warn ya. This may sting
just a little touch.

Yow!
[ Groaning ][ All Laughing ]

I guess it stung
a little touch.Yeah.

Well, uh, what now?
We talk to the sheriff?

No, not yet.

I don't like losing cattle
or getting our people shot at,

but before we stir things up,
I'd like to know
who we're stirring.

I'm not too sure
I know what you mean.

I mean it's local people
doing these things.

Our friends and neighbors.

[ Birds Chirping ]

Giddap! Pull! Hyah!

Pull! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Pull! Hyah!

Whoa, whoa.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Whoa. Ho. [ Man ]
Walter.

Why can't you leave
them poor trees alone?

- They're dead, Pa.
- We got about
a million miles...

of cattle fence
around here to be mended,

and here you are
haulin' down my orchard.

This one's dead.Listen. We're supposed
to be makin' a fresh start.

We gotta build up,
not tear down.

Ain't that right, boy?

Come out in the yard
for a minute, will ya?

McCabe brought his bull.

- McCabe?
- Yeah. He just brought it by.

He, uh, was hauling it here
from Wanser's, and he took
a notion to show it to us.

Well, you can
look at it, can't ya?

[ McCabe ]
Turn your head, lad.
Let the lady see ya.

He's a fine-looking animal,
Mr. McCabe-- I guess.

Ah, you see that
thoughtful look?

You ken what
he's thinkin' about
day and night?

Och, he's a creature
of terrible,
dismayin' lust.

Hello there.
A fine-lookin' animal.

Aye. Oh, you found
the laddie, huh?

Yes, I found him.
He was rootin' up
in my orchard.

He's got something
in his head
about them trees.

Go on.
Get up there, lad,
and have a look at him.

[ McCabe ]
Now, here's
the way of it, Bradbury.

You're starting from, uh--
Well, you're-you're
starting from--

"Starting from nothing,"
you were gonna say.Oh, you're starting out new.

Starting out fresh.
Let's put it that way.

Now here's a chance
to start out right.

Now, with a bull like this
and just a few prime
head of beef--

a few breeding cattle.Well, that makes some sense.

[ McCabe ] Aye. It makes
all manner of sense.
[ Chuckles ]

Why, there's no use
in too big a ranch.

You live right next door
to Shiloh. You can't
get bigger than that.

You're right.But you make a name
for the best, huh?

Quality, not quantity.
It's quality
that'll do it for ya.

- What are you askin'?
- Huh?

- How much?
- Oh. Aye.

Well, uh-- [ Chuckles ]
As a favor to all,
uh, $300.

- No.
- Are you trying to tell me
the beast no worth 300?

We don't have it.

Oh. Aye. Well, uh--
Well, uh, we could perhaps
come to some arrangement.

We don't have it.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm sorry
I came the long distance.

Now listen, McCabe. All the boy
means is that we don't have
the money right handy.

- But maybe we could get it up.
- Aye, well, I'll wait
till you do. Giddap.

Walter. There's no reason
to talk to him so blunt.

Well, I reckon
it was the truth.

We ain't fixed so bad.
We've got some cash in hand,

and we'll have your brother
Mike's wages comin' in
from Shiloh every week.

And we've got a first mortgage
owed to the bank
and a second to Mr. Grainger.

But Clay's a friend.

Saddle up,
and we'll go and talk it
over with him right now.

- I'm workin', Pa.
- Haulin' down my orchard?

Go on. Saddle up.
If Clay Grainger says maybe,
we still gotta talk it over.

If he says no,
that's an end of it. Fair?

Look. Son, I'm not trying
to put anything over on ya.

I'm just asking ya,
is it fair?

All right.

[ Man ]
Hey, my friend.

How'd you like to extend me
about a 10-dollar loan
until payday?

You just got paid
two days ago.

Yeah, well, I've--
I've been having a run
of bad luck.

Come on, boy.
Dig it up.

Hi.Hi.

Oh, I see you're
collecting money.
I suppose it's for me.

You've owed me, uh,
25 for the last month.

Bradbury,
you already owe him?

Well, I'm running
a little behind.

I've been turning money
over to my pa.

Ah, you know, at his place.
Helpin' him get started.

Well, I saw you
at the saloon last night
with Chick Mead.

Turned a little money over
at poker.

Are you, uh, helping Mead
get started too?

Say, you keep a pretty
tight eye on your cash.

Oh, not exactly, but, uh--
well, you do owe me.

Sorry, friend.Hey, wait a minute.
Hold on.

Hey, I needed that.
You could tend
to your own business.

Thought that's what
I was doin'. Sorry.

Trampas, if I owe you money,
I'm good for it.Let go of my arm.

I said I'm good for it!No doubt. Question is when.

All right!
Some other place!

All right. All right.
That's enough. That's enough.

Go wash your face.
Then I want to talk to ya.

You're not new here,
Trampas,
and you know the rules.

I'm sorry.You settle your social
problems somewhere else,

and not on my time.I said I'm sorry.

Either that
or pick up your wages.
You got that choice anytime.

But--

Trampas, what was it
all about?

Think maybe you were
a little hard on Trampas?

He was fighting.Well,

he was only
half of that fight.

Mike Bradbury's short
on temper and long on talk.

He doesn't get along
very well with everyone.

Some rule a man
has to be popular?

Well, he's been borrowin'
money. I've got a notion
he gambles in town.

I think we've got
bigger problems
than that right now.

What I'm sayin', sir,
is I'd like to
let Bradbury go.

Well, I prefer
to keep him.

I know. I usually
leave that up to you.

But that boy is
Tim Bradbury's son,
and I--

I just prefer
that you keep him.
That's all.

Sir, if I have to keep him on,
I'd like to put him
on another job.

Maybe, uh, stocking
the line shacks. That ought
to be done now anyhow.

Line shacks?
That's old man's work.

It's a waste of
a good hand, isn't it?

Yes, sir. It would be
a waste of a goodhand.

All right then, line shacks.
Just so he keeps
drawing his wages.

Walter Bradbury.Oh.

Mr. Grainger.[ Chuckles ]
What brings you to Shiloh?

I come over with Pa.

He, uh, come to see ya.

Oh? Where is he,
in the house?

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Well--

I didn't know
you were interested
in farm machinery, Walter.

I just heard tell about it.

Well, that Hussey seeder's
practically new.

My brother John bought it
about four years ago.

Sent a fella out
to seed a field with it,
and I guess the fella thought...

he had ahold
of a four-up stagecoach,
the way he drove it.

So it's been sitting there
out of whack ever since.Don't seem too bad busted.

I mean, seems a man
could work her out.

Oh, yeah, I suppose. Why?

I'm just thinkin'.

If I fix it,
you give me
a season's use of it?

Well, that sounds reasonable.

But you're ranch people,
not farmers.
You can't do both.

I'm just thinkin',
Mr. Grainger.

Oh.

Is that what your father
came to see me about,
that seeder?

No.

No, he's gonna ask you
to extend the mortgage
that you hold on us.

Oh.

Well, I suppose he had
some good reason.

Mr. Grainger.

Uh, I'd appreciate
you wouldn't do it.

I'm afraid
I don't understand.

You tell me your father
wants a favor,

and you're asking me
not to give it?

I-- I reckon
you done enough.

Oh, no.
I don't feel that way.

Not about your father.
I never could.

Let's go talk about it.

No, Tim. It doesn't seem to be
the usual style of rustlin'.Hmm.

It's more of a steady--Well, Tim.

Well--You've been keepin'
too much to yourself lately.

[ Chuckles ]
There's a sight of work
to do over there.

How are ya, Clay?Ah, moderate.

Well, Holly tells me
you got rustler trouble.
You been losin' cattle?

Well, a few.
But we're hoping to take
care of it, you know, quietly.

Well, this ain't exactly
the right time for me
to come at ya, is it? I mean--

No, no, no. Sit down.
Sit down, Tim.

Well, I can see this
is business, so I'll leave
you gentlemen to talk it.

Oh, Walter. Help yourself
to some lemonade and cookies.Thank you, ma'am.

[ Clears Throat ]
Well, Tim, what--
what is it?

Well, it's like this.
You see, things are beginning
to shape up over there,

and, uh, it's time to--
to stock up.

So, I got a choice.
Either I start building
a herd the usual way--

you know, scrub cattle--Well, I can let you have
some of mine.

That's hardly scrub.No, like that, the-- the best
that I could build to...

would be a ranch like this--
like Shiloh, only smaller.

Well, is there somethin'
wrong with that?Well, for me, there is.

Tell you, Clay,
I got a chance
to buy McCabe's bull.

[ Glass Thuds ]Wait. I ain't made
no decision,

'cause we're gonna have
a family discussion--
the whole thing--

tomorrow night.

The thing was, I-- I was just
trying to find out the--
the possibilities.

Well, how much
is McCabe asking?300.

Pretty stiff price.The point is,
with a bull like that,

I can start me a breed ranch,
like Carlson's over there
at Delphi.

Prime cattle.
Nothin' but prime cattle.

Well, it could be practical,
but I don't see
where I fit in.

Well, you're the key
to the whole thing,

'cause the only way
that I can afford
to buy that bull...

is if I hold off the payments
of the second mortgage
that you hold on us.

Hold off for, uh, a year,
maybe more.

Now, I know that
I owe you the money
and you're entitled to it,

so if you say no,
well, I won't have no
hard feelings about it.

It's just that
the whole thing
depends on you.

[ Clay ]
Well, I kind of
wish it didn't.

Walt doesn't seem
too sold on the idea.

Well, my Walter,
he's-- he's cautious.
He always has been.

And he never tells me
exactly why.

Of course, it's a gamble.
It is.

But if I'm ever
to get back...

what I had once--

You know, I remember
standing on a rise...

of my land there,
back in Texas,

and I remember lookin'
in all four directions,

and the big white-paint house,
and I could see my wife
standing on the porch...

and that orchard.

What an orchard that was.

And in every other direction,

cattle was grazing.

They were mine.
Everything...

that I saw was mine.

And I thought
it would last forever,
but it didn't.

It just evaporated.

And you know how.

And ever since then,
for 20 years,

I've been trying
to fight back.

And I'm still
trying to fight back.

So, you see, it's--

depends on you,
what you say.

Well, Tim, I hope
you do have a conference
with your whole family.

Oh, yes. We will.
Absolutely. Tomorrow night.

And as far as it all
depending on me--

I mean my postponing
your payments to me--

you know I can't
deny you that.

Ah.

[ Sighs ]
I'll, um, wait outside.

Well, ain't you gonna
thank Mr. Grainger?

You know, Tim,
I wish I...

understood his attitude
a little better-- [ Door Closes ]

what's on his mind
about all this.

[ Chuckles ]
That boy never says
what's on his mind.

He's always been
the slow one.

Mike's more, uh, livelier.
By the way, how is he doing
here with you-- Mike?

Well, he's like
you say-- lively.[ Chuckles ]

We just pulled him
out of a fight
with another man.

Did he whip the man?I'm afraid we interfered.

Well, he's always been
the scrapper, Mike has.

Oh, excuse me.I-- I want to thank you
for everything--

for all the help
you've given us--
the whole family.

No, no, Tim.And we are gonna make it
this time. I have a feelin'.

Holly.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Well, I suppose
you heard part of that.

Some of it. Yes.

He asked me
for an extension
on his loan.

And I told him yes.

I know that was
generous.

Do you think
it was wise?

Well, he has a project in mind.
I'd like to help him
see it through.

Do you think he can?I don't know.

I wish he had more help
from his sons.

Seems to me
Mike's careless.

Walt's slow.
He's stubborn.

You know what happened
when I met him out there?

He told me what his father
wanted, and then he asked me
not to give it to him.

Did he say why?Well, he--

he doesn't say
much of anything.

I can't understand
a son pulling against
his father like that.

Against him, or just
in a different direction?

Maybe he sees things
clearer than any of us--

that what you're giving
his father isn't help
so much as charity.

Well, Tim Bradbury
isn't asking for charity.

He's trying to
make a comeback.[ Scoffs ]

He's had 20 years
to make a comeback.

If his son is beginning
to have doubts about him,

maybe we'd better find out
what those doubts are.

That's not my part
in things. I deal
with Tim, not his son.

It's only God's grace
that he's not here
and me there.

I don't believe that.

Tim Bradbury
gave me everything.

Hired me as a cowhand.
Then he made me his foreman.

Started me ranching on my own,
and out of his own generosity,

he built me up
and then he made me
his partner.

Then we had
the big Texas drought.

When we wanted out,
well, he got us out.

He bought our cattle,
and we went north with money--

his money,
to start over again.

He stayed and lost everything.

Wife, his cattle,
his ranch.

Dried out, burnt out,
right to the roots.

And now, Holly,
you're trying to tell me
to say to this man,

"No, I'm sorry. That's your
hard luck. I just can't spare
any little favors."

I say whatever that man wants,
I'm grateful to give him.

Regardless of who it pleases--
his son or anybody else--

I'm gonna keep
right on doing it.

Clay.

Mr. Ritt, is that
a new brand of hardtack?

No. Garner's Hardtack Biscuits,
just like the rest.

New-style box is all.Ah.

You got everything?Just about.

Let's see.
Roll of smooth wire,
keg of nails.

Ah. You might
sort that out a bit.

Mike Bradbury.Ho, Chick.

What all are you
doing here, boy?
Settin' up a store?

[ Chuckles ]
No, I gotta go out and stock
the Shiloh line shacks.

Got in a bit of a tussle
yesterday, so they put me
on lonely duty.

Boy, they can't do that.
You're my principal
means of support.

Well, how about a farewell
poker game tonight?

Ah, I can't do it, Chick.
Gotta go out and see my pa.

Besides, I haven't got it.
I am flat busted out.

I could extend you
a little credit.

Well, I don't-- I don't know
when you'd get it back.

I'm gonna be most all month
out in the scrub.

Uh-huh. Which way
you headed first?

Well, north, west sections.

Look. It's just
possible that, uh--

Well, hey there, foreman.[ Chuckles ]

Mead.

You know him?Some. You?

He worked at Shiloh
for a while.

Now, here's the map.

You'll probably want
to start up at camp three,
up near Trico Pass.

Stock it and make
any necessary repairs,

and then work
your way east.

But you'll be on your own.
No schedule,
nobody to answer to.

I'll do a good job for ya.
Sorry about yesterday, huh?

Ah, well, forget it.

Uh, one other thing.

The rustlers.
They're operating
up there somewhere.

They'll probably stay
out of your way,

but if you do
run across 'em, don't
try to handle it yourself.

Just see what you can
and report back to us.

Well, uh, I'll ride along
with you a way.

Oh, um, I thought
I'd bed the wagon
down here tonight...

and start out
first light tomorrow.

Planning a last night
in town?

No. Uh,
I just wanted to see my pa.
You know, family business.

Oh, well, fair enough.
Good luck.

[ Crickets Chirping ]

[ Sizzles ]

Hey there, girl.
How are ya?

Ho, ho, ho,
I can see how you are.

Hey, my brother
married you yet?

I'm gonna have to
talk to him about that.

What's all that?Oh, just a little help-out.

From Mrs. Grainger?
I'll have to go and thank her.

Uh, never mind about that.
Just use it.

Hey, where's Walt?
Where's the old man?

Hey, old man!
It's the prodigal son.

Come on. Fetch out
the fatted calf.

Mike?It's me, Pa.

Hey there, Brother.

You got that girl
out there in trouble.

Don't deny it.
I seen you out there
giggling behind the barn.

Mike, my boy.Pa.

How are ya?Well, you wanted to talk
family business, you said.

- I'm here. Let's talk.
- Well, it's just about
buying McCabe's bull.

The question: if we do.

You mean you dragged me
all the way out from town just
to ask me that? Buy the bull.

Well, your brother
don't think we should.

- Well, I don't think we can.
- That's how you get calves,
ain't it?

Bulls and cows.
I'd hoped you'd
learned that by now.

Well, if that's settled, Pa,
I think I'll go back to town.

Mike, I think we better
talk serious, eh?

Sure.See, McCabe wants 300
for that bull.

We got 1,500 cash in hand.

800 of that's
supposed to go to the bank,
over the whole next year.

- First mortgage.
- Well, that leaves 700.

Five of that
should go to Grainger.
Second mortgage.

Well, he said he'd hold off.

We still owe him. [ Mike ]
Grainger you're worried about?

The biggest, richest ranch
in this countryside?

He loaned us the money.
We owe it back to him.

Yeah, but where did he get it
from? Who was it that scrambled
out of trouble at whose expense?

Well, I wouldn't put it
just like that.How else?

He took your good cash
for 600 bony cattle,

and they thirsted to death,
horn and head.

They just lay down there
and died.

And now Grainger's a great man,
and we bow down,

and he hires me for a waddy.

Don't tell Pa what he owes.Mike, if your brother has some
doubts, I want to hear 'em.

It's just it-it cuts it
too close.

You gotta figure ahead,
figure everything.

Not just the bull.

Lumber. Food. Repairs.

Look. I--
I wrote it all out.Hmm? Well.

See, now when would we start
getting anything back?
A year? Year and a half?

We got money
we ain't even touched.
Faith's got that 200.

She's got it,
and she's keepin' it.

It was hers--
hers when we married--
hers and our kids.

[ Tim ] Boys. [ Mike ] Well, she's supposed
to be family.

Yeah, so are you. You were
supposedto turn over
your Shiloh paychecks.

Where are they?Now, boys--

Well, I had to buy tack.Boys!

Well, I-I see that you
done this real careful.

But, Son, sometimes
you have to gamble.

I mean,
what else can we go for?

He hasn't got anything
to go for, Pa.
He just goes against.

He has an idea.
Why don't you ever listen?

Pa, Mike.

If we could start makin'
some profit, straight off,

right away,
three months--

[ Chuckles ]
Cattle take time, boy.

No, I don't mean cattle.
No stock. None.

[ Chuckles ]

Pa, Grainger's got
a seeder machine.

If I fix it, we can have
the use of it free.
He said that.

What?

I want to plant crops--
barley and alfalfa.

We could get a crop
by this summer.

Farm?
He wants us to farm.

Pa, I want to put in row crops
straight through the orchard.

Where the orchard is now.
It's our best ground.
It's got the water already.

So, that's what's been
in your mind all along, huh?

And you never said nothin'.

Next year,
we could put in wheat.
We could even try corn.

Why, we could market
to every ranch around here.

We could haul
produce down to--[ Laughs ] Dogs.

Pa-- [ Mike Laughing ]

I wrote that out too.
I figured everything.

Cost of seed.
Hours of labor per acre.

Crop size. Market price.

Dogs.
[ Laughs ]

But, Son, I'm a rancher.

I mean, that's our life.

But why, Pa? Why?

When the most
we can get--"Why?"

Because that's our life.

That's how we live.

I ain't a farmer.
I ain't a peddler.

It's cattle
and the hillsides
and the valleys.

Mycattle.

I don't go from door to door
peddling produce.

I raise cattle.
The railroads carry it.
The stockyards buy it.

I had it all once.

I lost it.

I've been fighting it
for 20 years.

I'm gonna get it back though.

I'm gonna get it back-- now.

Or else I'll--
I'll die tryin'.

My ranch, my cattle,

my life.

Son,

I don't know how
you got this idea...

or why you kept it
back from me the way you did,

but now, either you tell me
that I'm wrong--

everything I've lived for--

or else you treat me
as a son to a father
and help me carry forward.

You say.

Walt.

Mike.Yeah, Pa?

Uh, you'll be, uh,

traveling past McCabe's
tomorrow when you leave here,
won't you?

Yeah, Pa.

Would you give him this?
And tell him that
we're gonna buy the bull.

And tell him
that your brother'll fetch it.

Sure, Pa.

♪♪ [ Honky-tonk Piano ]

[ People Chattering ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Make it a small one,
Scotty.

Michael, my boy.Hi, Chick.

Hey. You left a loaded wagon
over there all by itself
to the stable.

Now, suppose I'd lifted
a barrel of flour?

You're a pretty trustin'
fella, ain't ya?

Well, it's Grainger's
wagon, not mine.

Where are you
sleepin' tonight?In the wagon.

Startin' out early
in the morning.

Grainger's really looking out
for your creature comforts, huh?Yeah. [ Chuckles ]

Hey, you gonna join
the game after all?

I told you, Chick.
I ain't got it.
I'm busted. Flat broke.

You're standing there
with a roll big enough
to choke a horse.

Yeah, but it's not mine.
My father's buying
McCabe's bull.

Oh.Besides, the fact
of the matter is, Chick,

I've just about decided
I am no gambler.

You may be right at that.
When a gambling man
hits a losing streak,

he, uh, hangs in there
till he wins big.

He jumps right back up.

If you ain't got the spirit
to tough it through, well,
you may be right.

Maybe you better leave it alone.Well, it's not a matter
of spirit exactly.

You said it yourself.
Only talent you got
is for losing.

Here. How much money you got?
Now, I don't mean your dad's.
I mean yours.

Exactly 37 cents.Come on.

I'll play you for that.
I couldn't send you out...

into the wilderness
with change still
in your pocket.

Here. Sit down.I told you no, Chick.

I-I just don't want
to get stuck anymore.

Uh, not even for
37 cents' worth.[ Sighs ]

All right, boy.
Good-bye.

No hard feelings,
huh, Chick?What?

I mean,
you don't take it
personal I won't play.

No, no. Of course not.

'Cause I'd like to.
You know.

But, well--
[ Chuckles ]
I guess I better be goin'.

Boys, Chick,
I'll see ya.

Give my regards
to them prairie dogs.

Three.

♪♪ [ Piano Continues ]

Hey, boy.

I won $300 from you tonight--
your pa's money.

Well, I don't want it.

Here.

Here's 200 of it.
I'll trust you for that.

Maybe McCabe will trust you
for the other hundred.

Chick? Well, you got
in a bind tonight.

I'm helping you out.

Maybe one day
I'll get in a bind,
and you'll help me out.

After all,
what's a friend for, huh?

Boy. You don't find
many friends
your size, Chick.

How about the Shiloh people?
They treat you all right?

Sure they do.No, I mean if it came
to a showdown choice...

between
the Shiloh people and me.

Just sort of
a general question.

Why, you-- you know
the answer.

Uh-huh.

Well, I expect
I'll have to, uh,

take a chance on that.

I'm putting myself
squarely in your hands.

Mike, will you help me
skim cattle?

What?

I've been meaning to
talk to you about it
for a long time now.

I've been lifting a few
all along.

Sell 'em to a fella
out Trico Pass way.

I could handle a lot more
if I had some help,

and Grainger is sending you
right out there.

Chick, I--
I can't steal cattle.

Are you all that beholden
to Grainger?

I'm talkin' about profit
in your hand, boy.

I don't mean just cattle.
Why, you can sell this
wagonload of supplies.

They wouldn't be missed
for months.

Get yourself out of debt.

Get your family out of debt.

Get your pa's ranch
goin' again.

[ Chuckles ]
No. I can't, Chick.

Well,

I reckon it was all
just talk, wasn't it,

about how grateful you are.

But I amgrateful.

All right.

I'll still trust you
for that 200.

[ Chuckles ]
After all, it's your pa's
money anyway, isn't it?

I guess I'll have
to trust both of ya.

Maybe I'd better tell him that.

Chick.

Grainger knows
he's been losing cattle.

He told me to be
on the lookout for that.

Well, I guess you've
caught me then,
haven't you?

Maybe you'd better
go tell him.

Seeing as you're so sure
who your friends are.

Chick.

[ Horse Blusters ]

[ Wagon Clattering ]

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

You mind telling me
what you're doing here?

Eatin' a cracker.
How about you?

You're on Shiloh
property, son.

Well, you reckon Shiloh
can spare the cracker?

All right. Either we can
stand here and throw jokes
back and forth at each other,

or you can answer
the first question.

[ Sighs ]
I come lookin'
for my brother.

Your brother?

You Mike Bradbury's
brother?

Walter?Mm-hmm.

Well, you're kind of
far off your own place,
aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I ride for Shiloh.
My name's Trampas.

You always come in
doors like that?

Well, I didn't know
who you were at first.

Well, the best chance
of you finding your brother
is to wait right here.

He's supposed to be stocking
these line shacks.

You don't mind
if I go along, do ya?

No, I don't mind.

[ Horse Approaching ]

[ Man ]
Whoa. Whoa.

Walt?

Hey, boy. I seen the wagon.
I just wasn't sure
it was you. That's all.

Where's your wagon?Well, what are you doing
up here in the wilderness?

Nothin' wrong back home,
is there?

I drove up to McCabe's ranch...

to pick up that bull.

Oh, yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, ain't you gonna ask me
why I came all the way
beyond that?

Up here?Well, I-- I reckon
maybe you just--

Pa gave you $300
to pay for that bull.

McCabe says
you only gave him 200.

Well?

I got in a little
trouble, Walt.

All right, Walt!
I lost it gambling,
but it's all right.

I'm gonna fix it up.You lost it gambling to who?

Chick Mead,
a fella in Medicine Bow.

I still owe him some, too,
but I-- I promise you
I'll work it out.

How? How?I-- I just will.
That's all.

I'll pay McCabe
inside of a month.

A couple of weeks maybe.No. You don't make
that much.

Is that where your
other paychecks went--
gambling?

Walt, you gotta trust me.

I done that a good part
of my life, Mike--
trusted you.

I keep waitin'
to understand why.

Listen, Walt.
[ Chuckles ]

I never been steady like you.

I wish I was.
I swear I wish it.

But I would die
and go down to hell
before I'd hurt any of you.

You always talk so good.

Hey, Walt. Hey, remember
when we was kids?

We made that bargain
between us that we'd help Pa
get back on top of things.

Well, that's what
we've been tryin', ain't it?
You and me? For years?

Yeah, so you took
and lost his money gamblin'.

I took a chance
with his money.

But I'll make it
good to him.
I said that, and I will.

- I gotta tell him, Mike.
- Why?

I think he should
know about it.

To get back at me, Walt?

Because Pa always
favored me over you?

You wanna show me up bad?

You always turn things
around on me.

He's an old man, Walt.
It'll break his heart.

Don't you do it
to him, Walt.

All right, Mike.
I won't tell Pa.

I'll even fix things for ya.
I'll pay the people you owe.

For the last time, Mike.

You do this to us again,
and I'll kill ya.

I'll kill ya!

[ Door Closes ]

Everybody keeps telling me
that these trees are dead.

Only the trees don't know it.
They keep putting out blossoms.

Very pretty, Pa.And that husband of yours
keeps trying to rip them out.

He dislike apple blossoms?You know better.

You know, back in Texas,
we had a big bank of apple
trees right outside the kitchen.

And my wife took
such a pleasure in them.

You put me in mind
of her a lot, girl,

and this family has been
very lucky in its women.

What's the matter?

Pa, this family's lucky in you.

You're a generous man.
You're a brave man.

You deserve better
than you have.

And that's all that we-- [ Walter ]
Hyah!

Oh, that's Walter. He's back. [ Wagon Approaching ]

[ Laughs ]
Come along.

Are you all right?I'm all right.
Just a little pain.

You go ahead, Pa.
I'll follow along.You sure?

Come on. Come on.

Whoa. Whoa.

Hey, Walter!
We was looking for you
last night.

I was delayed. Faith.There he is!
By Godfrey, there he is!

Come in the house with me.Help me get him
into the paddock, will ya?

We gotta get this rig
back to McCabe, you know.

I'll stall him for ya, Pa.
But I got an errand to do.

Now listen.
Get him into the paddocks.
I want to see him move around.

I'll come back out
and help, Pa. Just don't
try and handle him alone.

Oh, you're so much
in a hurry, I'll do it.
I'll do it.

Ah.

[ Laughs ]
Well, welcome, boy. Welcome.

Welcome. Let's see.

Welcome, boy. Big boy.

What's wrong?

I want the money.

My money? Do you mean--

All of it?

Yes.

Will you tell me why later?

[ Bull Bellows ] Walter! Walter!

Hey, stop it! Walter!

[ Faith ]
Pa!

[ Cocks ]

[ Gunshot ]

I'm all right.

He just broke away from me.

Faith. Why?

He would have killed you, Pa.

[ Groans ]

If you'd have helped me
unload him--

If you hadn't been
in such a big hurry--

You gotta excuse me for that.
I-- It's my fault, I guess.

Just leave me alone.

Then I turned and scouted west
and come across some tracks.

Somebody's been driving cattle.

There were horse tracks
and some recent campsites.

And I found some too.

Then I got rain,
and it pretty well
washed things out.

So I, uh, headed back
to line shack three,

and I come across Walt Bradbury
and his wagon.

You mean MikeBradbury
and ourwagon.

No, I mean Walt Bradbury
and his wagon. I didn't see
Mike from first to last.

Walt say what he was
doing up there?

Lookin' for his brother,
same as me.

Beyond that, he didn't
say much. He, uh-- He wasn't
altogether too friendly.

Well, he's like that anyway.

Trampas, had Mike
been to the shack?
I mean, was it stocked?

No. It was empty.
Bare empty,
except for a few old supplies.

Well, maybe he hasn't
worked around that far yet.

I was up at shacks one and four,
and, uh, no sign of him
down there either.

He must be out there somewhere.
You both go out tomorrow
and see if you can find him.

Well, when you met Walt,
did you see anything else
about him that might--

No. No, not a thing.Anything in his wagon?

No, it was empty. It--
There was a rope,
piece of chain,

a crate in the front seat.

A funny-looking crate.
I never seen one
like it before.

It had a design
on the top of it--
diamonds, all together.

I think maybe we better
go into town
and talk to the sheriff.

[ Horses Departing ]

I have to tell
you gentlemen, I've got
this game pegged out.

Another man care to deal?

Your name Mead?Yes, sir.

I want to talk.Friend, I'm sittin' to poker.

I'm Walt Bradbury.

Keep the pot warm, gentlemen.
I'll be right back.

You-- You've been gambling
with my brother.

Well, I'd say it was more like
he'd been gambling with me.

He told me
he owes you this.

Well, I'll just
let him pay me himself.

No, you take it,
and you don't gamble
with him no more-- anytime.

Ever.I think your brother's
big enough to wipe his own face.

I said you take it.

You keep your money, friend,
and you just buy yourself
a straight leg.

You must be Walt Bradbury.
I know everyone else.

I'm afraid
you're under arrest.

Why?Well, I reckon assault
will do for a charge.

Unless you can think of
a better one.

[ Groans ]Come on.

I said come on![ Grunts ]

[ Knocking ]

Come in.

Mr. Grainger,
Trampas bumped into Mike
about a mile out.

- He was headed this way.
- I'm all right, Mr. Grainger.

Well, sit down.

- I just got bushwhacked,
Mr. Grainger.
- Bushwhacked?

Straightaway,
first night out.

I-I pulled in
to line shack
number three, you know.

And I-I walked
through the door, and somebody
walloped me with a stake.

When I woke up later,
I was gagged, tied
and blindfolded.

I mean,
I never even seen 'em,
first to last.

"Seen them"?Yeah. Must-- Must have
been three men.

Maybe four.
I hear 'em talking.

And they kept me
right along with 'em
for the next two days.

Dr-Drove a long way,
and then they-- and then they
unloaded your wagon into theirs.

Stole all your supplies,
Mr. Grainger.

Hmm. Were they driving
cattle too?

Cattle? No, I don't--

No, no. I'd have heard 'em.
Just drifters, I reckon.

There's one question
I've gotta ask.
I wish I didn't have to.

Is it possible
your brother
was one of those men?

My brother? Well, he was up
in that territory.

- Did you know he was up there?
- Uh-- No.

Well, could he have been
one of 'em?

No, no.
I-I'd know my brother,
even blindfolded.

Well, you better get cleaned up
and get some rest.

I'll be all right,
Mr. Grainger.

I--

[ Door Closes ]

Well, I guess that
explains most things.

Not quite everything.
What about his brother
and that crate?

Don't you want
to look into that?

I'm gonna see
how his wife's doing.

Holly's been with her
all night.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Keys Jangling ]

Morning, Walter.Morning.

I have two different kinds
of news this morning.

First of all,
that matter we asked
you about last night.

Our troubles at Shiloh
and our suspicions
you might be involved.

Well, your brother Mike
got back this morning,

and he told us he'd been
bushwhacked up there.

Three men, he said.
Strangers.

Now, as far as I'm concerned,
that explains things
substantially.

So, uh, Sheriff, under
the circumstances, if we could
just let this thing drop.

Wait. You still think
maybe I did it?

Ran off your cattle?Well, there's no clear
evidence of anything.

But you still
think I did it.

Whatever I might think
is of no consequence
right now.

I told you I had
two different
kinds of news,

and the second
and most important is--

Congratulations.
You have a child.

What?A girl child, born
early this morning.

Wh-Wh-- How is--Holly and the doctor
are out there with her now,

and she's fine.

[ Door Closes ]

Didn't even stop
to thank me for the meals.No. [ Chuckles ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Look out!

Be careful.
That girl just had a baby.

[ Both Chuckle ]

Do you want to see
what you've got?

[ Chuckles ]
She's ugly.

Well, if you aren't
the most ugliest--

Hey.

Hey, old mother.

[ Knocking ]

Chick!

You ain't too cautious,
boy, comin' here.

But it's all right.
I got things
to tell you.

No, I got things to tell you.
This whole thing's
coming apart, Chick.

Didn't you tell 'em
like I said?

Go on back to Shiloh
and tell that--Yeah, I told 'em.

And they believed it,
but they ain't gonna
believe it long.

After a while, they're gonna
start asking details. They're
gonna talk to my brother.

And the details just don't
tally right, Chick.

Then they got me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I believe you're right.

I had a good little thing
going there. Too bad.

Guess I'll just
have to turn it into
a final good big thing.

You and me and Gummery will
clean out that whole section--
every beef we can grab.

Clean 'em out and ride off.

Good-bye to everyone.

Chick, what about
my people, my pa?

You can't do your pa
much good in jail,
now, can ya?

Come on, boy.
You wasn't built
for this life.

Hey, but what about
the Shiloh people?

I mean, if we try to
clean that section out--

I mean, they're gonna be
up there after what I told 'em,
looking for those bushwhackers.

That's precisely right, huh?

And you are gonna help 'em
look for 'em.

Here's the point,
Mr. Grainger.

When you asked me
was they rustling cattle,

those bushwhackers,
the ones that grabbed me,

I told you they weren't,

but I've been thinkin'
about it since then,
and...

I think they may be
planning to rustle.

What makes you think that?

Well, just some things
I heard them saying.

Not a lot, of course, but--

I remember one night
one of them saying,

"Right here. We could
drive 'em right over here,
down to Anders's old place."

Well, it all ties in,
Mr. Grainger.

There was a fella named Anders
up in those hills
about 10 years ago.

He built a winter corral
on the back slopes.

Probably four or five
ways across those hills.

Well, I, uh--
I think I could
recognize the place.

I could, you know,
study it out.

- You in any condition to ride?
- Sure I am. I feel fine now.

Well, we were about to
send a party out anyway.

So I guess you better ride.

[ Holly ]
Uh, let me put her down now.

If you keep on jiggling her,
we're all gonna be sorry.

But I-- I thought babies
liked to be jiggled.

Well, in moderation is all.All right.
Now careful. Careful.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Pa!Ah, there she is,

the next queen of England.Oh, Tim!

What?Uh, don't come in
with those filthy boots.

Oh. She's a rig, ain't she?

She's a real copper-plated rig.

Yeah.I wanted Mike to come up
here and see her.

I just been over in Shiloh.
But he's gone back out
again already.

- Pa, where is Mike?
- Like I told you, he's gone.

I reckon you heard
he was ambushed...

his very first night
up there.

He was robbed.
All them Shiloh supplies.

First, he said?

Pa, he said the first night?

The first night,
the very first shack
he come to.

If they'd have swung a little
further this way, they'd have
picked up our tracks.

But they didn't, Gummery.

And our young friend
is gonna take 'em
a whole half day away.

How's he gonna
get back to us?

I consider that
mostly his lookout.

[ Horse Departing ]

Trampas, get up.[ Murmurs ]

Huh?Bradbury did it,

and he split out, heading west.Why don't you take
one of the others?

We'll follow at a distance,
but I don't want to
lose him altogether.

Come on, Trampas. Get up!Hmm? I'm up. I'm up.
Up. Up.

Gummery, wake up.

Come on!
Roll out of there![ Murmurs ]

What time is it?Time to get movin'.

I ain't gonna wait
for that boy all day.

What's the rush?I want to get the cattle
out of these hills...

before the sun gets up
any higher, and it's--

[ Blusters ]Chick?

It's all right. Ho!

[ Horse Blusters ]

You're late gettin' here,
aren't ya, boy?

They put me on guard duty
till midnight.

- They couldn't have
missed me till sunup.
- All right. Let's drive cattle!

Hup!

[ Chattering ]

[ Walter ]
Right. You hold it there.

[ Mike ]
Walt?Don't get in between, Mike.

Stay there. Walt.

What are you doing
coming out here
after me?

- You know what.
- But this is
the Shiloh posse, Walt.

I know who they are, Mike.

You're runnin' out on us--

Pa, me, Grainger
and everyone else.

Now, you can't stop me,
little brother.

I don't want to stop ya.

You go on off with your friends.
You ride as far as you like.

But you leave
Grainger's cattle.

Is that the straight
of it, Bradbury?
Is that all you want?

Well, I expect
you're, uh--

you're a-holdin'
the one-eyed jack
all right.

[ Gunshots ]

Come on!No, it's my brother!

He shot at you,
didn't he?

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

- Hold it right there.
- [ Mike ]
Mead!

Just let him go.

We'll ride out.

You are in my way, boy.

Chick, he's my brother.

- You got no more brother.
- No, Chick!

Mike!

We were followin'
after your brother.

I'm sorry we didn't--
we didn't follow closer.

Sorry.

Sorry it ended
like this, Walt.

Whoa. Whoa.

All over?

Yes.

Trampas and Jean and I
didn't know whether
to go in or not.

We didn't know
how Mr. Bradbury
would feel about it.

How do you ever know?
He'll be here
in a few minutes though.

Maybe he'd like
to see you afterwards.

I hope things go smoother
for him now.

They will be.
I'll do anything on earth
to see to that.

Will you?

Will I what?

Do what you said--
anything on earth
for Tim Bradbury?

Of course I will.

You've already done
everything on earth for him.

The man's lost everything.
Now his own son dead.

I can't help feeling
partly responsible.

Maybe you are.

Remember, you suspected
his brother Walt.

But you wanted
so badly to be kind,
you let the thing drop.

You didn't want
to know the truth,
but if you'd gone after it,

maybe you would have prevented
everything that happened after.

Clay.

It's not my purpose
to be cruel.

What is your purpose then?To try and make you see
what I said before--

that you cannot keep
on doin' for people
what you think is kindness.

Sometimes it does them
injury instead.

What else can I do
for Tim Bradbury?

Oh, Clay.

You have had him
on your conscience
for 20 years.

Now get him off.

For 20 years, you've felt
guilty because he failed
and you succeeded.

I have felt guilty.

Yes, and here's
something else.

Maybe besides guilt,

you have felt a peculiar
small sense of triumph.

Maybe...

every favor that
you have done for him...

has both appeased
your guilt...

and reminded you
that, after all,
now you are the big man.

I don't know anyone else
in the world
who'd say that to me.

You arethe world to me.

[ Wagon Approaching ]

Tim's coming
into the yard now.

I'll go, and I won't
interfere anymore.

[ Knocking ]

Hello, Clay.

The door was unlatched.Come in.
Come in, Tim.

Walter.

Well, can I get you
something, Tim?

That would be
real welcome.

How's the baby, Walter?Ah, I keep waiting for her
to pretty up.

Well, Clay, I reckon
you know why I'm here.

Another beggin' expedition.

Oh?

If you say no to me,
I can't be mad,

but, uh, we lost the bull.

McCabe's bull.

You know how it happened,
and you know the money
that we paid for him.

And now--

Well, Mike--

[ Clears Throat ]
Mike's gone.

I don't hold you
accountable for that,
or your men.

He brought it on himself.

But we ain't licked.

No, sir. By golly,
we're gonna fight back.

Now here's the thing.

If you would lend me--
just lend me
a few cattle,

like a good bull
and some heifers,

we could start
building a herd
that way.

You know,
no prize cattle or nothing,
but-- but it would be a herd.

And, uh-- Well, I mean,
that's the thing.

Well?

No.

What, Clay? I won't lend you
the cattle, Tim.

But I will lend you
that seeder
sitting out there.

Costs me nothing.
Costs you nothing.

[ Stammers ]

Farmer? I mean,
turn farmer?

Well, it was Walt's idea,
and it's a good one.

But, you know,
I'm a rancher.
I'm too old to change.

A rancher can't
turn farmer...

and then gamble
on somethin' he-- that he
don't know nothin' about.

Well, Walt does.

And I'll lend you a couple
of Shiloh hands to do the hard
labor, to clear the land.

- And then what?
- And I'll guarantee you
a market...

for all the produce
the first year.

Well,

I guess you forgot
about Texas.

No.

I haven't forgotten
any of it, Tim.

The best run,
the best-looking
ranch around.

But that was Texas,
as you said.

And 20 years ago.

You know,
I-- I can't believe
that it's you talkin'.

And it's we
who was partners.

And that don't make
no difference?

No.

But you sold me
them cattle.
You got away.

And you left me
to burn out.

You come north
and got rich.

You bought those cattle
at a fair price, Tim.
They were cheap.

And if the drought had ended,
you'd have been
bigger than ever.

That was your gamble.
It was a fair gamble.
It didn't work.

But I can't accept
responsibility
for that anymore.

For bad luck
and Texas weather.

You can't enjoy
seeing me brought down
like this, can ya?

Well, I can't answer for
everything in my soul, Tim,

but I do know
there's gratitude,
there's respect,

there's the feeling that
the best favor I can do you
is no favor at all.

Just the things that work,
that are real.

[ Sighs ]
Well--

Walter.

You comin', boy?

Pa.Hmm?

You said we're
going to fight back--

that we ain't licked,
right?

- Yes.
- Well?

Pa, let's go home
and talk about it, huh?

[ Man ]
Hyah.

Whoa. Whoa.Whoa!

Seems like they come easier
after the first one--
like pullin' teeth, I reckon.

[ Chuckles ]

Clay, we aim to
plow right up
to that ridge.

Not too big a plot
the first year till
we get the hang of it.

Then watch us go.

Well, I gotta get back
to the vegetable garden.

Vegetables.
[ Grumbles ]

You know, I-- I hate to lose
them trees though, Clay,

'cause they're pretty.

Well, it's your
best ground to plant.

And they tell me crops
can look pretty
to some people.

Well, not like them trees.
Oh, the-- the same blossoms--
white blossoms--

comin' year after year.

The smell.

But you're right.

And Walter's right.
Everybody's right.

[ Chuckles ]
They gotta go,
'cause they're old.

They're just old.