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Senor Reece is coming.

- I beg your pardon? - Senor Reece. He's here, in Chicago.

Mr. Reece, did you say?

He'll be here at the hotel soon.

I assume he wants his usual accommodations?

Just the same. Just like always.

Tell Mr. Reece we'll have everything ready.

Right.

Tucker, Hamblin.

Mr. Reece is in town.

He'll want the south wing of the 2nd floor.

Mr. Fowler, we already have people in that wing, sir.

They'll have to be moved.

Tucker, notify the kitchen and the liquor pantry

they'll need extra waiters. - Yes, sir.

Make sure there's plenty of hot water on the second floor,

we'll put Mr. Reece in 200A as usual.

Mr. Fowler, I'm sorry, sir, but the Vidals are in that suite now, sir.

You seem to be very well acquainted with Miss Vidal.

It'll be your job, Harris, to move them somewhere else.

You just don't move people like the Vidals, Mr. Fowler.

Burgen, have Mr. Reece's trunks brought up from the basement.

Everything is to be pressed, evening clothes first.

- Yes, sir. - Mr--

You know I cannot see you here.

My aunt is inside, and my father will be back any minute.

I know, I have to speak to your father.

- My father? - Yes.

It's a hotel situation. Something about the rooms.

May I wait inside? Please?

Yes, of course.

You know, last night, I thought it was the moonlight. I was wrong.

- About what? - About you.

You're just as pretty in here.

Frank, please!

Well, you said your aunt doesn't understand English.

She can see the expression in your eyes, and...

anybody can understand that.

Did you understand the poem I sent you this morning?

Poem? What poem?

- Father, this is Senor Harris. - Yes, I know Mr. Harris.

Senor Vidal, there's been a mistake about these rooms.

It seems that they were reserved for someone else.

However, sir, I have another suite of rooms for you right on the third floor, sir,

the rooms are much larger, there is a very nice breeze from the lake...

We are quite comfortable here.

Yes, sir. But I'm only acting on orders from the manager, sir.

- Isn't there anything I can do to...? - Oh, yes, there is.

You can tell me if you wrote this...

poetry to my daughter.

Senor Vidal, I'm in love with your daughter. I would like to marry her.

I could never approve of this marriage.

Our way of life is too different from yours.

Senor Vidal, I have no intention of remaining a hotel clerk all my life.

I came here to Chicago to get in the cattle business.

A man can make a fortune on the trail these days.

In Maria's world, money is no partucular recommendation.

Maria, we are going home. Let's start packing.

And now, be good enough, please, to have my bill sent up.

Goodbye, young man.

And don't think that love can find a way.

I know all the ways.

Here he comes!

Mr. Reece, it's a pleasure to have you with us again.

Pleasure to be here, Fowler. I guess you know most of my men,

I want'em all taken care off. - Certainly, Mr. Reece.

The boys'll be taken stright to your rooms.

- Bring a large herd? - Worst trail ever, sir.

Storms, droughts and Indians. Everything between here and Dallas

has eaten on my beef.

Will you send up some whiskey, couple dozen cold chickens.

I'm sick of beef.

Yes, sir, right away.

It'll be the usual number of the party tonight. Do you have enough food?

- All taken care of, Mr. Reece. - Alright.

And hot baths. We've been on the trail for two months!

We want lots of hot water here!

First one to the bath, boys!

- Senor Vidal! - Senor Reece!

- What are you doing in Chicago? - I have been on a visit.

Now I'm going back to Mexico.

We'll be getting down there sometime in spring.

You got any cattle worth buying?

You know the quality of my herd. I can sell you all the beef you want.

Fine, well, you hold on to them. We'll do business when I get down there, uh?

Good.

Maria.

Maria!

Yes, sir, we lost 87 head on the stock train between here and Wichita.

Imagine 87.

Yeah, they got shaken off their feet, kicked to death.

You should have seen that roadbed, you know, it had--

it had rail gaps in it 8 inches wide.

Might've been safer to trail and run on through, that be a better idea,

lose a few pounds, save a few cow.

Now, what's the opera season like this year?

I beg your pardon?

Opera, man. Opera!

I don't know, I guess it's all right.

You guess it's all right?

You live in Chicago, you call yourself civilized,

you don't know anything about the opera season?

I like to try keep my mind on my business.

That's fine, let's get down to business.

I have 2476 head. What are the quotations?

Two and a half cents, two and three quarters a pound, -- of the herd.

- Could go down by morning. - Could go up, too.

Well, I figured out I got about 80 percent grassers,

10 percent half-fats, 10 percent canners.

- Little low on canners. - Little high on canners!

I'm giving you the best of it.

And I figure...

Two and three-quarters for the whole lot.

We figured more like... two and a half, Tom.

Two and three-quarters, or I feed them till they go to three.

Now you make up your mind in a hurry, gentleman,

because I'm heading for a nice, hot bath.

New York market's closed. We -- on this herd until tomorrow.

You know, George's right. We better think it over.

You do that, Mac. You do that.

Paco, go on out on the yard, will ya? Keep your eye on those cows.

We're holding on to them for a while.

They never bring enough hot water. This city has all the coal in the world,

you can't get enough hot water!

Where's that boy?

- Boy! - Yes, Mr. Reece?

When I want to take a bath and I'm here, I want hot water!

When I mean hot water, I mean hot water!

Hot water... Can't take a bath...

Tom...

You ready to talk business now?

Boot's grown to my foot.

I think I'm beefsteaked.

I thought you were kind of quiet out there.

You might as well let the boys do the bickering.

Makes it easier for men to close the deal.

Give me two and a half cents for everything you got,

and if you want to make a deal right now.

You know how I feel about cows.

I'd just as soon own them and be poor as sell them and be rich.

You haven't got time to sit here and wait for those cows to get fat,

you gotta get started on a new drive.

Mike, you need beef so bad your mouth's watering, I can see it.

All right. You can have the whole lot for 48,000.

You got a deal.

Good, now we can quit lying each other and get down to business, come on.

Pull up a chair here and open this whiskey.

Come on, have a drink, Mike.

- Boy, we need some more whiskey! - Yes, sir!

Tom, when will you get smart...

stop beating yourself out on that trail?

Hook up with me here in Chicago.

We'll build the biggest meatpacking business in town.

I could never learn to play partners, Mike.

I just think about it, I get itchy all over.

Hey, you better get some decent clothes on, we're going to the opera with--

with some pretty gals, Mike.

- Opera? - Yeah.

- What about the party? - Well, that's after the opera.

Pour it in, son.

Sounds like the party's already started.

Will you close that door out there! I'm freezing my whiffletree!

Come in.

Mr. Reece...

I took the liberty of bringing these to you myself, sir.

All right, set them down here, will you?

- Crack one open for me. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Reece, I understand you're going back down to trail to Mexico, is it?

Yeah, if the good Lord spares me.

And if I ever get another drink.

Mr. Reece...

Right up to the brim, boy, that's what a cup's for.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Reece...

I'm a farmer.

Well, you had me fooled.

No, what I mean is, I was raised on a farm, and I...

I know a lot about animals, and I'm always been interested

into getting in the cattle business. That's why I came here to Chicago.

Mr. Reece, I'd like to go to work for you, sir.

Cockroach.

Well, what makes you think you'd like to go trail-herding?

Well...

All my life I've been dreaming about going into the cattle business.

Getting on the trail, and...

I hate Chicago, I'd like to live in the open.

- You know what I mean. - Oh, yes, I know what you mean.

You mean lying out there under the stars,

listen to the boys singing around the campfire.

And your faithful old horse standing there, grazing at the grass by your side.

- You do much riding? - Me? Well, I...

I bet I could ride all day and all night.

Is that a fact?

- I bet you like horses. - Yes, sir, I sure do.

I thought so.

Well, you're an idiot.

You're a dreamy idiot, and that's the worst kind.

Do you know what the trail it's really like?

Dust storms all day, cloudbursts all night.

Man has gotta be a fool to want that kind of life.

And all that hogwash about horses.

The loyalty of the horse. The intelligence of the horse.

The intelligence? You know a horse has a brain

that's just about the size of a walnut?

They're mean, they're treacherous and they're stupid.

There's no horse born that has enough sense to move away from a hot fire.

No sensible man loves a horse.

He tolerates the filthy animal because riding's better than walking.

Pour me a little more whiskey, there, will you?

In spite of the fact he's got a brain no bigger then a mexican bean, there's--

no horse ever...

- Another thing, did you ever taste horse? - No.

Hasn't got a gamy flavour, hasn't got a beef flavour.

Just tastes like horse.

As for cattle, those miserable, slab-sided fleabags...

- Why don't you pour yourself a drink, boy? - No, sir, I don't--

No matter what you say to me, I want that job.

You're wasting your time, you better try another outfit.

I have tried.

Nobody wants to take a tenderfoot on the trail, there's too much responsibility.

It wouldn't be your responsibility.

When I'm trailing a herd, everything is my reponsibility.

There's a dress shirt hanging up over there,

would you mind putting the studs in it for me?

I don't wanna be late for the opera.

Yes, sir.

I thought I saw a spider up there.

Isn't that beautiful? It is.

Mike, isn't that the most beautiful thing you ever heard?

One thing about opera: it sounds just as bad no matter who sings it.

Hey, boss! This is the best party you ever threw!

- It was pretty good last year, Charlie. - She wasn't here last year.

Ah, I wanna thank you for that extra money, boss,

we sure weren't expecting that this year.

Well, you thank my friend here. He overpaid for the herd! Did you, Mike?

Yes, you did!

Well, well, well.

Are you leaving a little early, aren't you, Peggy?

You ready, Tom? We got the poker game all set up.

- Let's go to work, ah, man? - Right!

Now, you ladies mind amusing yourselves for a while?

Don't go away, though.

Mike? Come on, Mike!

I hate to keep bleeding you, Tom, but I'll have to raise it 100.

It's up to you, Reece.

- I'll call you. - Pass.

Three kings.

Beats me.

- $50 on the filly. - You got a bet.

Joe, you take your hands off me!

Just not my night, I guess.

Why don't you wait over there for me?

It's your deal.

Here's the hand, right here.

Want to buy some chips, Tom?

No, not right now.

- Excuse me, gentlemen. - Sure.

I'd like to pay my bill.

Yes, you see, I'm leaving first thing in the morning,

and I figured I better pay while I still have some money left.

Now you divide whatsever over there amongst the help.

Well, I'm sorry to see you go, Mr. Reece,

we figured you'd be staying at least a week.

Yeah, well, so did I, but I-- see, I don't usually lose quite so fast.

- I'll see you next time. - Mr. Reece, if you don't have any money,

how are you gonna buy cattle?

Well, my credit's still good.

Mr. Reece...

Could you use some money?

What if I could?

Well, I was just thinking that you might take me along with you

as a partner if I was willing to invest some money.

- How much you got? - $3800.

- I beg your pardon? - $3800, sir.

My father gave it to me when he sold the farm.

- Where is it? - Right here in the safe.

- Well, get it out, boy. - Yes, sir.

There they are, gents. All spades.

-- beats me is where the devil you got money this time of night?

An honest man, Mike, has friends wherever he goes,

but you wouldn't know about that, would you?

I ante.

- Mr. Reece. - Yeah?

Mr. Harris would like to talk to you, sir.

- Harris? - Yeah, he's the desk clerk.

Well, excuse me, will you, gentlemen. Deal me out of this one.

Did you want to see me?

Yes, sir, I wrote out an agreement about our partnership,

you know, a sort of contract.

Contract? What for?

Well, so we'd both know what the deal was.

See, it's...

I've never signed a contract in my life or I've never welshed on a deal in my life.

You think I'd sell my reputation for $3800?

No! No, no. I didn't think that.

I just, it's...

I tell you what you do.

You go home and get some sleep, ah, boy?

Cause we're pulling out first thing in the morning.

Well, fine. Mr. Reece, I hope you don't think I didn't trust you.

Oh, forget it.

Forget it.

Oh, by the way...

My name's Tom.

Thanks. Mine's Frank.

Thanks.

Stampede! Come on, let's go!

Pick up your gear. The train leaves in 10 minutes.

- All right, Mendoza. Wake up. - Eh? What?

- Come one, let's go, we're heading south. - So soon? What happened?

You lose all the money so quick?

Well, I won it back. Most of it, at least.

- I'm getting out now while I'm ahead. - I hear you've got a partner.

- Who told you that? - Hi, Tom!

He did.

He woke me up early this morning. He's all excited about going on the trail.

He's got a girl. She lives down in Guadalupe.

- How are you feeling this morning, Tom? - I've got a headache.

- Now, look, boy... - My name's Frank.

Well, I borrowed a little money from you last night,

and I'm paying you back right now.

With interest.

Well, I don't want the money back. We're partners.

I was doing a little drinking last night. I made a mistake.

See, I don't want a partner, I never had one and I never will.

Suppose you take this money and you go on back to the hotel, hm?

I quit my job at the hotel.

Why'd you do a fool thing like that for?

Because you've got a girl in Mexico, is that it?

You made a deal with me, and I paid for a share of your outfit,

and that's all that I want.

Don't talk like that, boy. I've ridden this country for 20 years.

I've sweat over every track and every trail between here and the Real Grand,

you think you bought a percentage of that?

I bought whatever you were willing to sell me.

I got four arrow holes in my eye, you figured you bought a share of that too?

I can see why you never signed a contract,

and I believed you when you said that you never welshed on a deal.

I don't talk like that, I'm trying to give you your money back.

That's not our deal.

- He's right. - How do you know he's right?

If he wasn't right, you would have killed him by now.

A little while ago you called me Tom. I'd prefer you called me Reece.

Anytime you want your money back, you ask for it. Anytime.

- How about this fellow, Reece? - He's all right if you're all right.

When does he pay off? The end of a run?

You ask him for what's coming in the middle of a river crossing he'll pay off.

He'll pay off in dry bills.

There!

- Dirty old dog! - Hey, Curtis, you should've been with us!

What do you say, fellae, you look a little scarier the last time I saw you.

We been in Chicago. We got barrel fever.

Reece only gave us one night, but what a night!

Get my telegram?

The rest of the men and the grub are ready to go.

We pick up the horses outside of town --.

- Hire the extra hand? - I sure did.

Say hello to Doc Bender. Used to be marshal at Wichita.

Hi.

You got quite a reputation, Bender, you know,

I was looking for a cowhand, not a gunslinger.

I'm a cowhand now, Mr. Reece.

I like cows better than I like people.

All right. Let's get going.

Hey, Paco.

Get him something to wear, wil you. He can't go on the trail looking like this.

I thought I'd find a store and buy some clothes,

if you don't mind wait.

Nobody's waiting for you, Harris.

You stay with us -- you got to keep moving.

Alright, see if there's a spare rig in the chuck wagon for him --, will you?.

Come on, Harris.

Beats me how women can go for you cowboys.

Women like the smell of a horse on a man. It makes them giggle.

The smell of a horse on me never did me no good.

Just makes them get up and move away.

Maybe you've been associating with the wrong horses. Good-looking boots.

Move them out.

- How's the water supply been? - Not bad, boss.

All right, you men, pick yourselves -- string of horses!

The horses that haven't been ridden since we left!

Start riding and -- off them.

Horses that haven't been broke, start breaking them.

Say, do these go on any special way?

Yeah, kind of like an apron.

Better shake your tail, Harris, or there won't be anything left fit to ride.

Alright, bring that horse back!

If you can't ride that horse, you're gonna have to carry him.

Set another place, here comes Harris!

Here he comes again!

- What is that? - Salt water and whiskey.

Best way to toughen it up. Feel any better?

Yeah, it burns instead of just aching.

That's what it's supposed to do. It fries your hide.

You look like you're half-dead.

I can't get enough sleep. Don't you ever get a day off?

No Sunday on the trail. You just got to learn to sleep in your saddle.

Yeah. That's it.

Harris?

I thought I told you to ride night herd on the horses.

I made a deal with Capper, he's doing it for me.

Suppose you do your own job and forget about making deals.

If you can't pull your weight around this -- , -- just say so.

You can have your money back.

I told you I didn't want the money back.

Alright, then you get out there and go to work.

--, this little filly up in Chicago, she says to me:

"Honey, you stay here with me, I'll take care of you the rest of your -- life."

How come you didn't take a wrap on it?

Who wants to live in Chicago?

You turn this boy loose around a woman for 24 hours,

he's got enough flies to last on the whole season.

- Hey, Joe. - Uh?

Tell the boys about the time you ate them Indians, uh? Come on.

I ain't ate but one Indian in my whole life.

Even then it was just a haunch.

You know, being a town marshal...

I was figured that was a pretty good job.

What made you give it up?

Same old story.

You know.

Man gets a reputation with a gun,

he's just got to do too much killing.

Last time in Wichita...

two of them jumped me in the dark and I had to shoot them both.

Later, I found they were just a couple of young, drunken saddle bums

looking for excitement.

That's when I quit my job as marshal.

That's no way to live.

I can't understand it, Peg, something smells good.

To hear you scammy trail hands talk, a person would think he's being poisoned.

Hey, Peg, you've got a visitor!

No, them snakes. I found one curled up in my boot yesterday.

No, wait, wait!

I ask you. Did you ever see a more comfortable picture in whole your life, uh?

Come to think of it, I don't believe I ever did.

Harris, you want to see a prairie eel?

Shoot him, Slim.

- Shoot him, Slim! - Ain't my snake!

Cut it out.

Here you go, Charlie, this is for you, it's a girl snake.

I like them with bigger hips.

I said to cut it out.

It got me.

It got me.

Go get him.

I got his legs. I got him here!

- Let go of me! - Wait a minute!

You trying to do, -- pump that poison to your heart?

Leave me alone.

Must have got him in the vein. He's bleeding enough alright.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You know, someday there's gonna be fences.

There's gonna be fences all up and down this trail.

I'd rather fight Indians any day than cut my way through those miserables fences.

Hey, old Joe would be rather fighting Indians all the time,

wouldn't you, Joe? Uh?

Look at him, boss, it makes him hungry just thinking about it.

Oh, cut it out, will you, Curtis?

I was near starving to death.

Besides, I didn't even know that Indian.

Anyway, I threw away everything except for one haunch.

Which one did you keep, Joe?

Well, the left one, of course.

The right one is the working haunch. They're always tough.

How long do you figure from here to Guadalupe?

Eight, maybe nine days, something like that.

You know, I've been dreaming every night about them Mexican gals of the last week.

I wouldn't take $400 for what I dreamed last night.

You've been talking in your sleep too.

I wish you'd think of something else to dream about for a change.

I tell you what you do. You think of something better to dream about...

...I'll dream about it.

Looks to me like he's dead, boss.

Slim, you, Capper, Harris. Get some shovels.

Make it deep, so the coyotes can't get at him.

Keep away from there.

Well, you killed him, aren't you satisfied?

What you have to do, steal his boots after he's dead?

I killed him?

You better put it down, or I'm gonna bust you wide open!

You're not busting anybody.

Someone did something stupid, there's no reason to make more trouble.

You don't like what goes on around here, that's just too bad.

Because nobody said you were gonna like it.

Now you get out there and you start digging.

Anybody know the right words?

All right.

When something like this happens

people start asking how come it happened.

I mean... Was it his fault?

Was it somebody else's fault?

Well, it isn't for us to say.

Cause, see, we don't know all the answers.

All we know is a man's dead, and that's that.

But, in the long run, I don't think it would have made a difference anyhow.

I mean, if it hadn't been a snake that got him,

it would've been a steer.

Or a Comanche.

Or might have even been...

His horse, who might have stumbled in a prairie dog hole some dark night.

He was a good man with cattle.

Always did the best he knew how.

I hope somebody can say the same over me.

All right, fill her up.

Hey, Reece. After seven weeks, it will be good to have chicken again.

- What are all the decorations for? - Some kind of fiesta.

Ask him where the Vidal ranch is.

He says when we leave this town, there ain't nothing else but.

-- going over to Vidal's -- if you can pick up a herd.

I'm going too.

- What for? - I'm your partner.

You mean you've got personal business? I forgot about Miss Vidal.

Alright, you men do your drinking now,

because we got a lot of branding to do tomorrow.

I don't want any trouble here.

Any man that starts a fight gonna have to finish it with me.

- Welcome, senores. - Senor Vidal.

We're glad to be here.

This is Paco Mendoza.

Frank Harris.

Oh, yes. I know Senor Harris.

He writes poetry.

- He does? - I used to.

Come in, please.

- May I present el Senor Reece... - How do you do?

El Senor Harris...

El Senor Mendoza.

My sister Dona Luisa, my daughter Maria...

...and her husband, Manuel Arriega.

Would you gentlemen care for something to drink?

If you don't mind...

Senor Vidal, I'd like to get down to business,

I thought we might go over now and look over the beef.

As you wish, of course.

Manuel, please bring our horses.

This way, senor.

How much long will this gonna take?

We have a job to do, we stay until it's finished.

I hope you're satisfied, senor.

- Looks pretty good beef. - Best there is.

By the way, we're having fiesta of Santa Margarita.

And there will be many games and much amusement.

I hope you and your men will come.

We'll get the branding and then it'll be a pleasure.

The boys could stand a little amusement.

You did not get my letter?

I left Chicago the day after you did.

I wrote you to explain the whole thing.

I never expected to see you again, Frank.

- Why didn't you wait? - Please, you must leave now.

- I'm not permitted to see you alone. - Now, answer me, why didn't you wait?

I should explain, Manuel...

that Senor Harris is a friend of mine from Chicago.

And I should explain to you, Maria, that you are my wife.

You will of course not wish to see her again, alone.

I believe Senor Reece is waiting for you.

That's all I could grab hold of, honey.

Well, you can't win all of them.

The final event, ladies and gentlemen...

is the game of the cattle.

- Hey, Mendoza, what's this all about? - It's a crazy game. Stay out of it.

That's an -- bull in there. He's a real killer.

See? Horns are painted red.

Man has to put a ring over that bull's horn.

Sometime he does it, sometime he gets killed.

That's not for me, boss.

Don Manuel Arriega challenges anyone who wishes to compete against him.

Perhaps one of the Americanos would like to take a chance?

I wouldn't go in there for a bottle of whiskey

and a red headed woman to pour it.

Now for the American caballero!

I'll bet 10 on the American caballero.

I want to get in, who wants to make a real bet?

- $100! - You got it!

Anybody wants an advance, go ahead and make your bets.

Harris, come here. I'm playing this one myself.

Why didn't you say something before, when you had a chance?

I didn't have money up before.

Trying to show off in front of all this people?

No. Trying to protect my bet, that's all.

Getting killed trying to make some money, that's one thing,

getting killed trying to impress a female, that's just playing stupid.

Paco. No, no.

Take him away, I don't want him.

- You crazy, Tom? - I don't want to get him cut up

like that other horse.

The next contestant will be Don Thomas Reece.

Open it up, son.

I could not let you go without seeing you once more.

Without talking with you, alone.

You know my father was troubled about us in Chicago.

As soon as we returned here, Manuel and I were betrothed.

In this country, children have nothing to say about these things.

Do you love him?

I am not a child anymore, Frank. I cannot have everything...

I want you to tell me. Do you love him?

- What's the matter with you? - I need a drink, that's all.

Better stay out of there, Harris. Charlie's inside asking for trouble.

- -- - He's gotta get himself carved up.

- Doesn't he need any help? - You want to help him? Then you help him.

You get one of their knife across the belly,

and you won't be able to hold your guts in with both hands.

- I'm not gonna run out on him. - You're a good boy.

Joe, Joe! Listen, wake up! Wake up, Charlie's in trouble!

We gotta go help Charlie, he's gonna get his throat cut!

Well, that's his problem.

Listen, you gotta help me. Listen, you guys, you gotta help me.

Look, I told you to stay out of that place.

Charlie's trying to grab somebody's woman.

Well, that's no reason for us to get hurt.

You know, Harris, where I come from, if a man picks a fight,

he's gotta fight it.

The fun's in the picking, not the fighting.

Doc! Listen, Doc.

You gotta help me, Charlie's in bad trouble.

He's in a saloon and there's four guys who are gonna jump him.

- Four of them? - Yeah, now, what do you say, Doc?

I don't like the odds.

What are we gonna do? Let him get killed?

All right, Harris.

We've all heard about Charlie. Now suppose you shut up and go to bed.

What are you gonna do about Charlie?

I'm going to to bed, same as you.

What happens to him?

Man's old enough to get himself in trouble,

man's old enough to get himself out of trouble.

Besides, I got a herd of cows to worry about.

A man's life doesn't mean anything to you, does it?

All you care about is your herd of cattle!

You're the most miserable -- bunch of men I ever saw in my whole life.

Not one shred of decency in the lot of you.

I never thought life on the trail would be like this,

I thought I'd be living with some men!

Not just a pack of animals.

Well, I'm sorry that we don't measure up to your way of thinking.

But you get one thing straight:

Nobody cares what you thought the trail was gonna be like.

Trouble is you wanted to play cowboy.

You didn't realize the game was gonna be rough.

I'm gonna go back and I'm gonna help Charlie,

and I wanna know if anybody is coming with me or whether I go alone.

Nobody's leaving this camp tonight.

You go into town, you start trouble, we'll lose one men.

We'll have the whole town right on our hands here.

Harris!

Why don't you forget about what's really bothering you, boy, uh?

You into town, you start a fight, that's not gonna help you

get that girl back.

No, I'm sorry, that doesn't work either, Reece.

I'm gonna go back and there's nothing you can do about it.

Harris.

- The fire! - I see it.

- You had enough? - No!

Enough!

You don't even fight like a man, do you?

Fighting's no game with me.

Well, I'll remember that.

Next time I'm gonna use a crowbar.

You just do that, son.

Peggy...

I want some hot coffee.

All right. Move them out!

- How's the arm, Charlie? - All right, boss.

It's my drinking arm, not my loving arm.

He got cut up a little, that's all. Not enough to teach him a lesson.

That Harris's gonna make a good cowboy, uh?

You think I've been kind of rough on him, don't you?

That was what my father used to say to my mother.

He always treated me too hard, my father.

But he liked me very much.

Capper!

Just leave it there for the coyotes.

- He can't keep up with the herd. - See if you can get a cow to feed him.

I don't want that dirty thing on my saddle!

Look, this cattle's worth $20 in Chicago. What are you worth?

Take him back to the herd, Capper.

Get on, cow, cow! Come on!

I'm glad to see you're learning.

Learning what, that a cow is more important than a man?

I play your rules, Reece, but that doesn't mean I like them.

Harris.

I've been meaning to talk to you about something.

What?

That girl back there.

Those -- things can be pretty rough.

But a deal like that never does work out in the long run, you see,

you got too much going against it.

So you just mark it off, and figure it's a part of growing up.

Nobody asked me, but I think you're better off.

You do, huh?

Like I said, maybe it's not on my business--

That's right. It's none of your business.

Curtis. Look, Indians.

Been following us for the last three hours.

They're hanging around hoping to pick up a couple of strays.

We'll bed the herd down here for the night...

and make camp up there.

Paco!

How many men you got down there with the herd?

Two, just like always.

Well, you better put a couple more on there tonight.

Where's Harris?

He went out after some strays. Was 30 or 40 of them.

Well, you know there's Indians around here. Why'd you go and send him out for?

I didn't send him. He went by himself.

I want two more men down there tonight.

- Harris back yet? - Not yet.

Hey, Reece.

Indians.

Comanches.

Hold your fire till they get in range.

Hey, must make you feel kinda hungry, ah, Joe?

Oh, shut up, will you?

They're not even heading this way. They're after something else.

Harris must be down there arroyo.

They gonna hit him and run off for those strays.

How's it come they passed us by?

They got a better deal down there.

Kill one man and get 40 head of cattle.

We wouldn't stand a chance down there.

Harris sure picked a fine time to play cowboy.

While they're busy with -- , we can get away with the herd.

He's a goner anyway.

Paco.

We gonna stampede the herd down into that arroyo and drive those Indians off.

We'll never get the cattle back. Not in this kind of country.

I, too, like this boy. But we have to think about the herd.

It's my herd, isn't it?

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

You're not gonna be able to ride after that.

-- you, anyway, -- scattered our herd all over the territory like that!

Why are you bellyaching about it? You're still wearing your hair, aren't you?

I was doing fine, I could've fought those indians off one by one!

I wish I'd let you try.

Reece got his knee shot up and he isn't gonna be riding that wagon for a while.

I'm taking over the herd.

Wait a minute.

Mendoza's taking over.

I'm the partner, not Mendoza.

Doc, you and Capper, give Reece a hand, take him to the wagon.

Tell the man we outta work straight through till we get that herd rounded up.

- I ought to tear him apart. - You'll tear yourself apart.

He's young. -- What can go wrong?

I'll keep an eye on things.

- We'll cut him some splints. - Come on.

Alright, men, come on, let's keep moving. We can't rest now.

Come on up.

Come on, it's nearly dawn. Mount up, uh?

Get off my bedroll, Curtis.

I've been working day and night. I ain't moving for nobody.

You get up or I'll drag you out there and teach you some manners.

You gonna do that, Mr, and you gonna learn more than you teach.

Cut it out!

Now, Mr, we gonna see what you had for breakfast!

Get back up the hill.

You better slack off, Harris. The boys are getting pretty mean.

We rounded up most of the herd, that is all that we could find.

- How many head did we lose? - Just over 200.

- That's a lot of cows. - Yeah, it is, it's too bad.

It's too bad for you.

Why?

We found all my cows. Seems it was yours that ran off and got lost.

That's very interesting.

How did you -- separate yours from mine?

It was easy.

I used a crowbar.

Okay! Move them out!

- How far is it into town? - Just over the hill.

I'd like to draw my time when we get in town.

I think I'll stay here for a while.

I thought you weren't going back.

I figure if I wasn't the marshal, maybe I could live here peaceful.

There's a fellow in town, Sam Hacker.

A no-good cuss. But we were good friends.

Kind of miss the old son of a gun.

You're getting old, Doc.

No, it ain't that, it's...

A man has to have something besides a gun and saddle.

You just can't make it all by yourself.

I wish you luck, Doc. I hope it all turns out peaceful.

Maybe I'll see you next time.

- Railcar's loaded. - Bye, twelve cars!

Alright, keep moving on there! We've gotta get outta here!

Did you hear about Doc Bender? He's dead.

He killed himself.

You're crazy.

I'm telling ya. He was in the saloon drinking with this friend of his.

Fellow named Sam Hacker.

Well, this Hacker fellow got real mean. He pulled a gun on Doc.

There's nothing Doc could do, he had to kill the guy.

Well, what happened to Doc?

He hung himself.

He went over in the livery stable and hung himself.

Nobody can figure out why.

- Thirteen cars loaded. - Right, 13.

Well, Doc won this fight fair and square.

Why'd he want to kill himself for?

Nothing we can do about it.

- Mendoza! - Yeah?

Well, get to work, Charlie. We got cattle to load.

Tom, we need that next string of cars right now!

You just don't give a damn, do you?

You're a fine one to talk, Reece.

I saw you bury a man once.

"In the long run, it doesn't make any difference.", that's what you said.

Well, maybe I changed my mind, maybe watching you made me change.

If you had anything inside you worth saving

I'd beat you until you couldn't stand up, but it wouldn't do any good

because you never learn.

You haven't gotten tough, you've just gotten miserable.

Boss, we're gonna lose some cattle.

We got three down steers in one car and two in the next.

Harris, give Capper a hand, will you?

- There's four down now, you see 'em? - I see 'em.

Are you crazy? You can't go there, those cows will rip your belly open.

- I wouldn't go in there. - They're not your cows.

I have to laugh. You made this fellow tough.

Now you don't like what you made.

You know what I think?

He would have been all right if it wasn't for that girl.

Come on, play.

Well, he learned how to handle cows...

maybe he'll learn how to handle women.

Ain't my business, but that crazy Harris is here with the cattle

trying to pry 'em off the floor.

What did you leave him there for? You know better than that.

Well, I ain't the ramrod around here, he is.

Where are you going?

I'm tired of burying people.

I suppose this was one of mine, huh?

It all depends on if we can save it.

Come on, --, let's go!

Miserable slab-sided fleabags!

Listen...

About those cattle that we lost. Maybe I made a mistake.

- Yeah? - Well, I don't think they were all yours.

I'd say about fifty-fifty.

That sounds like a fair split.

Come on, let's go.

Hello, Mr. Reece, is good to see you again.

Good to be here. Fowler, I like you to meet my partner, this is Frank Harris.

Hello, Fowler, how are you?

You better take good care of him. He used to be in the hotel business himself.

- I have your rooms all ready, Mr. Reece. - Fine.

How long will you gentlemen plan to stay?

One week, maybe. Two weeks, if it's all right...

Better make that three weeks, Fowler.

Be sure to ring, gentlemen, if there's anything you want.

Alright, we want plenty of hot water and plenty of whiskey.

Yeah, make that double, will you, Fowler?

Pour it in, son.

- Tom. - Frank.