Original subtitles

This is the homesteader,

blazing the fiery trail of American empire

across the bloody wastes of the frontier wilderness.

A savage, untamed, magnificent brute.

A cold-eyed, deadly, six gun, fighting man of the early West.

Hello, folks.

You know what? I'm the hero.

Hey, Pa, it's time for the young 'un's milk.

Tote me up some fresh, will you, Pa?

Thank you, ma'am.

Much obliged, Pa.

In every mile of the long trail

lay unforeseen dangers.

In the vast emptiness of the great desert

the search for food was a never-ending problem.

And beyond the desert,

wide rivers to cross.

And then...

the dreaded, blood-cuddling attack of the wagon trains.

Indian ambush.

And so, at last,

the perils of the trail conquered,

journey's end.

The homestead.

What?

A dirty homesteader just fenced in

our water hole in Red Rock Canyon?

All right. Hand me my Winchester, Sam.

I'm a-ridin' for Red Rock.

Land o' mercy, Pa.

What's the young 'un gonna do for milk?

That burned cow's plum out yonder in the barn.

Keep me covered, Ma.

Thank you, ma'am.

Milk man.

Doggone. I sure hated to do that.

But, it's the law of the West though.

Well, homesteaders.

Sure hate to shoot you in the back like this.

But it's the law of the West.

Here, gimme that hose.

You know what? That makes me mad.

Well, sure hate to be doing this to you, ma'am.

But it's the law of the West.