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NARRATOR: If the land
belonged to anybody, it belonged to him.

But by 1876,
a number of claimants had pushed into his territory,

made their marks,
come and gone.

The Arapaho, Lame Beaver,

Pasquinel and McKeag,
the trappers,

and Pasquinel's
half-breed sons.

Others, like the pioneers
Levi Zendt, had planted new roots.

But two new groups
were fighting for domination of the land now:

the men who wanted
to harness the river,

and irrigate the fields
they plowed,

and the men who needed water
for the stock that grazed the open range.

The farmers were led by
a stubborn German from the Volga named Hans Brumbaugh,

and the cattlemen,
by the Englishman, Oliver Seccombe,

who had established
the great Venneford Ranch

with longhorns driven north
from Texas

by John Skimmerhorn
and R.J. Poteet.

It was a time
of change and celebration.

Colorado, the nation's
38th state,

was admitted to the Union
on the nation's 100th birthday.

The Union Pacific linked
the town to the markets in the East.

And the village,
founded 32 years before by Levi Zendt,

got a new name, Centennial.

The next five years
was a time of growing hope, and growing hatred.

(GUNSHOTS)

Summer, 1881.

Martin, is your papa home?

Yes, sir. He's inside.

What happened here?

Ah, a bunch of drunks
went a little crazy last night.

They were not drunks.

Morning, Mr. Brumbaugh.
Clemma.

They were drunks.
They were celebrating.

What?
Who knows, who cares? They were having fun.

It's more than most people
can do around this place.

How much lead
you got in stock, Levi?

Hello, Hans. You say lead?

Bullets. Buckshot.

I'll take a look
at your rifles, too.

It's time my family
all learned how to use a gun.

Hold on, now.
What's eating at you?

Otto Kraenzel's dead.

How?

Gunned down,
plowing his field.

Oh, Hans.

"Oh, Hans, oh, Hans."

Does that surprise you,
Lucinda?

It was bound to happen.

Kraenzel, me,
some other farmer.

Seccombe wants every bit
of ground in Colorado for his damn cows!

No.
Seccombe's not behind this.

He's not even here,
is he, Levi?

No! No, he's in Omaha.

Who says he has to be here?
Hired killers come cheap.

What about Otto's
wife and children?

They got out.
They've gone to Denver to sell the place.

Within two days,
you hear what I say? It'll be Venneford property.

Hans, it's not Seccombe's way.

You gonna let me
look at the guns, or do I have to go to Denver?

Hans...

Levi, when I was
a young man, I fought Cossacks who took away

what my father had
made for himself.

When I first came to this
country, I bought a farm from a man in Illinois

who didn't own it,
and the sheriff threw me off it.

But I won't leave this place
because some damned Englishman wants it.

It's not a war, Hans.

It's a war as old
as the first family.

Abel was a keeper of sheep,
but Cain was a tiller of the ground.

And Cain rose up
against Abel, his brother, and slew him.

Now is that what you
intend to do?

Is that why you
want me to sell you guns and ammunition?

Levi, I didn't
start this shooting, your side did.

My side?

You helped him get the land
he needed to start his scheme.

And I sold you the land
to get you started, too.

Now, there's room
for everyone.

There was room for everyone,

until you helped Seccombe
control six million acres!

Six million?

Check the land office
in Denver. I did.

Well, you think about it.

Better than that,
you get your hat, and you come with me, Levi.

I want you to see something.

There.
That's the last of them.

It's Lost Eagle.

BRUMBAUGH: The Arapaho chief,

wearing a silly turkey
feather, and being run off his own land.

Doesn't that make you think?

Didn't that even make you
think, when the people in town changed the name you gave it,

to Centennial?

It's a good idea, Hans.
The country's had a birthday...

I know the country's
had a birthday, and the state's been born,

but why does that mean
everything has to change?

What's wrong with
Zendt's Farm? I liked it fine.

Well, you're a farmer.
I never liked it much.

Everyone I ever knew with
that name was stingy, or ornery, downright mean.

Except my mother.
And she was born a Spreichert.

Anyway, I don't see
the connection.

Progress, Levi. Progress.

Man tramples over
what he thinks he doesn't need any more.

He chops it down,
he grinds it up, he throws it away,

even if it's his fellow men.

I'm saying I'm not gonna
pack up and leave like Lost Eagle.

Well, he fought once, too.

And maybe he should have died
in that fight,

instead of riding off
on that broken-down horse,

wearing that silly turkey
feather, and that stupid hat.

Hans.

Mr. Zendt, Mr. Zendt.

Excuse me, Mr. Zendt.
Those Indians, what are they?

Arapaho.
The last of the Arapaho.

They headed some place
else to live?

Mmm-hmm, a reservation
in the north.

They're not living,
they're dead.

Sir?

They died making peace.
Hans.

You one of those Texans
that came up here with Mr. Skimmerhorn?

Yes, sir.

Hans, this is Jim Lloyd.

This is Mr. Brumbaugh, Jim.
He owns a farm down on the Platte.

Howdy.

Mr. Brumbaugh's a little
concerned about the amount of cattle you've been breeding.

I'm concerned about the man
he works for.

I work for John Skimmerhorn,
and he's a good man.

You draw your pay
from Venneford, you take your orders from Seccombe.

Skimmerhorn does, too.

Well, sir, I don't know
Mr. Seccombe too well,

but if Mr. Skimmerhorn
says he's all right, he's all right.

I think so, too.

You mark my words, Levi Zendt.
That man wants it all.

He wants to change everything.

Now, Hans, you don't
know that.

I know, and you know,
and this boy here knows.

Unless we fight back,
it's all gonna change.

I never heard nothing
about any fight, Mr. Brumbaugh.

Well, you're hearing it now.
And you can tell Seccombe like I told him before.

I won't be driven off
like them. Look at them.

They were here for centuries.

They loved this land
more than anybody, depended on it,

and always tried to give back
what they got from it.

Look what happened to them.

Say, friend, I got me some
prime buffalo hides here.

Do you know any buyers
around town?

Calendar?

Nate Person.

Well, my Lord, look at him.

I'll be damned.

Where have you been?

I haven't seen you
since the Venneford drive.

Oh, here, there,
roundabout, you know me, Nate.

Yeah, yeah.

Are you still
with Mr. Poteet?

Oh, no, no, no.

I got throwed too
many times off of too many old horses.

I figured I'd better quit
while I could still see straight.

I got me a little
livery stable over there by the hotel, yeah.

I got my wife with me,
my daughter, my two boys.

Well, good.

You remember...
You remember Jim Lloyd?

Sure.

Yeah, well, he's on
high horn, up there at the Venneford place.

Yeah, he's working
for Mr. Skimmerhorn.

No.
Yeah.

Bufe Coker's up there, too.

Coker?
Yeah.

But how about you, Amos?
What have you been doing with yourself?

Well, I just got back
from a buffalo hunt with a fellow named Fogle.

Buffalo?

Well, kind of a shame
to see them old boys go, ain't too many left around.

Well, it don't pay too bad.

Amos.

How would you like
to make yourself a real living?

Doing what?

Well, now,

I know a man says he's gonna
be needing a couple of hands in a few days.

Might be hard work.
Might even be dangerous.

Nate, it's beginning
to sound better and better all the time.

(TRAIN WHISTLE)

(TRAIN BELL CLANGING)

Yeah, old train's
right on time.

Mmm-hmm.

Now, there should be
someone here to meet us. There's John.

Mr. Seccombe. Welcome home.

Come over here, John,
I want you to meet our guests.

A major stockholder
from England, Mr. Henry Buckland.

Mr. John Skimmerhorn,
my foreman.

You live in
an amazing country, Mr. Skimmerhorn.

Mr. Buckland's
daughter, Charlotte.

How do you do?

This is one of our hands,
Miss Buckland, Jim Lloyd.

Uh, be careful with this.

Careful.
All right, you got it, Jim?

There we go.

SKIMMERHORN: Mr. Seccombe?

Uh, I didn't
wanna say anything in front of the others,

but, well, the fact is,

we've had a little
trouble here since you've been gone.

A farmer named Kraenzel
was gunned down,

and Potato Brumbaugh
is going around saying it's the start of a range war.

He says the cattlemen
will be after his land next.

He told Levi Zendt
that he figures you're behind it.

Potato Brumbaugh
is the biggest fool in the Union.

Well, I just thought you
ought to know about Kraenzel.

I did know.

His widow put the farm
on the market in Denver. My lawyer wired me.

We own it now.

I see.

John, I heard about a bargain,
and took advantage of it.

You should know me better
than to think I'd ever condone a killing.

Friend, excuse me.

I don't suppose you'd know
where a man can get a room in this two-bit town?

Try the Railway Arms
across the street.

After that, I figured
I was stove-up enough. I didn't see no need...

In front of the hotel.
Ain't that the Pettis boys?

You mean to tell me
Frank and Orvid ain't been strung up yet?

Wonder what they're doing
in these parts.

Last I heard, they was in
Wyoming, killing farmers.

Well, one thing's for sure.
They didn't come down for the scenery. They been hired.

Somebody in Centennial's
planning a murder.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Anybody hungry?

(ALL CHATTERING)

Otto, honey, you eat that.
Thank you!

Give me yours, Clara.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who's there?

It's John Skimmerhorn,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

You alone?

I'm with him. Jim Lloyd.

You ride quiet,
Mr. Skimmerhorn.

Maybe you eat noisy,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

Maybe so, maybe so.
Come in.

Thank you.

SKIMMERHORN: Evening.
LLOYD: Evening.

Clara, bring two extra plates.

No, thank you, Mrs. Brumbaugh,
we really can't stay.

We just came over to...
Well...

To what?

We've been talking
to Levi Zendt, Mr. Brumbaugh,

and he told us
how upset you were about Mr. Kraenzel.

I am upset about
Otto Kraenzel, everyone should be upset.

Yes, sir, we are.

Anyway, we just wanted
to assure you

that nobody at the
Venneford Ranch had anything to do with that shooting.

Now, we may disagree
over the fences, but...

Do you know your boss
already bought the Kraenzel farm?

Yes, he told me that,

and he swore to me
that he heard about it by accident.

And you believe it?

(HORSES WHINNYING)

SKIMMERHORN: I believe
that sometimes you have to trust people.

The barn's on fire!
The horses!

(GUNSHOT)

Douse the lights!

Cover me.

I'll go with you.

Sweet Sunday, Mr. Brumbaugh,
don't you trust us yet?

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(GUNSHOT)

How's your shooting?

Fair.
Okay,

I got two seconds
to get this off. You cover me.

Orvid! Let's go!
Come on, Orvid!

(HORSES WHINNYING)

We'll buy more horses.
We'll build another barn,

no matter how many times
they burn us down.

No matter how many times
they burn us down.

No matter how many times
they burn us down.

Well, it isn't exactly London,
or even Bristol,

but we'll do our best
to make your stay comfortable.

Well, I think you've done
wonders way out here in the wilderness.

I must thank Mrs. Seccombe
for the lovely flowers in my room.

There is no Mrs. Seccombe,
Miss Buckland,

but I'll pass your compliments
on to the housekeeper.

Oh, do, please.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Excuse me.

John, where have you been?
I'm expecting you for dinner.

I lost my appetite.

What's happened?

Well, we've just been over
to Brumbaugh's place.

Us, and a couple
of night riders, and about 100 rounds of ammunition.

Come in.

All right, tell me about it.

Well, Jim said it all.
Night riders.

They fired the barn, burned
four horses to death, and shot up the house.

Anyone killed?
No.

But I'll never know why.

There's two of 'em,
Mr. Seccombe.

I heard one man
call the other one "Orvid."

The only man I know
with a name like that is Frank Pettis' brother.

Hired killers.

What is this country
coming to?

Good question.

Well, at least you
were both there to give him a hand.

Naturally, we'll help
rebuild his barn, give him everything he needs.

Provided, of course,
that he intends to stay.

Mr. Seccombe,
you couldn't get rid of that man with dynamite.

I'm not trying
to get rid of him, John.

No, sir. No, sir,
I was using the "you" in a general sense.

Well, I'll get some men
together tomorrow,

and we'll go over
and help him rebuild the barn.

SECCOMBE: Wait, no.

Mr. Buckland wants to go and
visit the line camps tomorrow, I'll need you along.

John, are you sure
you wouldn't like to join us for dinner?

I'm sure.

Line Camp Four.
Oh.

CHARLOTTE:
How absolutely majestic.

Now this is the Colorado
I've always dreamed about.

We're in Wyoming,
Miss Buckland.

Well, that's what comes
of underestimating an American ranch.

How many acres do
you say we have, again, Mr. Skimmerhorn?

Oh, well, there's about
six million acres, ma'am.

Six million acres.

Indeed, it's a wonder
we're not in Alaska.

Giddap!

SKIMMERHORN: And then,
in the spring, we round up the calves,

and we bring them here
for branding.

Well, it's all
most impressive. Most impressive.

I'm sure Lord Venneford
will be just as enthusiastic about this as I am,

after he hears my report.

The question is,
will Finlay be enthusiastic?

Finlay?

Yeah, Finlay Perkin.

Finlay is...
How do I explain Finlay?

Oh, you can't
explain Finlay,

all you can do
is accept him, like the weather.

He's Lord Venneford's
head clerk. Scotsman.

Rather plodding,
very stubborn.

One feeds Finlay
all one's information,

and then waits
for the final decision.

For instance, he has given me
a list of the cattle you purchased, Seccombe,

and he's asked me
to make sure that it's all here.

How?

I beg your pardon?

Well, Mr. Buckland,
the Good Lord himself wouldn't know

where all those cattle
are at this moment, or how many.

I don't understand.

Here are two purchases
from L.D. Kane of Wyoming.

11,000 head.

That's book count.

It means that Mr. Kane assumed
there were that many cattle, and that I accepted it.

I mean, after all, they
were on the open range, they were not penned up.

But damnation, man!

John, explain it to him,
will you?

Uh, John is much better
at this than I am, he'll fill you in.

Thank you, lad.

SKIMMERHORN: Uh, now you see,
Mr. Kane's 11,000 figure is an approximation.

There were two purchases,
one for 5,000, and one for 6,000.

Now, the way it happens,
they bring the cattle into the pen, they're not counted.

The man says, "I have 5,000,"
and he's an honorable man, and you believe him.

The other man says, "I have
4,000," and he's an honorable man, and you believe him.

So, you put them together,
that makes 9,000, you pay the man your money,

and then you do business
a month later.

(COW MOOING)

Don't look so worried.

I'm not worried,
Miss Buckland.

Charlotte.

(SIGHS)

How I envy you.

On a day like this,
I wish I could stay forever.

You know, I've
always found cattle absolutely fascinating.

I've noticed in England,
the wise farmers build their stock

from young cows
and proven bulls,

I suppose
they do the same...

I believe you're blushing.

Well, I hope
you didn't think that I meant...

Unfortunately, Charlotte,
I'm not a proven bull,

just an old one.

Well, that's ridiculous,
you're not in the least old.

There.
Isn't that beautiful?

Oh, Clemma,
beautiful ain't the word.

Jim, don't, people will see.

There's no one around,
come on.

Clemma! Clemma,
talk to me.

I do talk to you,
I talk to you all the time.

I mean, talk to me about us.

Oh, Clemma,
Clemma, I love you so much.

I've loved you since
the first second I saw you.

I love you so much,
I could just retch.

(CHUCKLING) Well, don't
do it here.

You know what's wrong
with you?

You don't know your own mind.

Somebody ought
to make you marry me.

I'd like to see
somebody try it.

Here, have some
of Papa's whiskey, that'll calm you down.

You do drink, don't you?

Sure I drink.

I'll bet you don't.
Let's both have one.

Clemma.

Oh, I forgot.
Indians aren't supposed to drink,

not in this town.

All they're supposed
to do in this town, is mind their manners,

and step off the sidewalk
when a white man comes walking down the street.

Clemma, put it down.
Put it down! Clemma, put it...

LEVI (TO HORSES): Whoa!

Mr. Zendt?

Uh, Mr. Zendt,
you've known me for quite a while now.

You know I got a good job
at the Venneford,

and I got a little
money saved up.

Mr. Zendt,
I wanna marry your daughter.

I see.

And, uh, what does
my daughter say to that?

She won't take me serious.

Well, Jim,
she's very young, and besides, she...

Ma'am, can't you
reason with her?

Why, I'd marry her
tomorrow if I could.

What's the matter?

Why, that bubble-head
ain't about to marry you, or anybody else.

She's going to St. Louis.

To get an education,
the way I did, Jim.

She won't be gone long,
just two years. She'll be back.

Two years.

What a lovely day
this has been. Thank you, Oliver.

Well, I hope
it wasn't too tiring.

Not all. But then,
I'm so much younger than you.

Thank you again.

Well, the rest of you
can stand here gabbling all night,

I'm going off to bed.

I still don't understand
your book count, Skimmerhorn,

but we'll talk about it
in the morning, eh?

Yes, sir. Good night.

Good night.

Uh, good night.

Charlotte? You coming?

Good night.

John, this list he has
of our cattle purchases,

how many head
does it claim we own?

Just over 42,000 head.

And what's the actual count?

Rough estimation.

25,000.

John, I've never diverted
one cent of Venneford money into my own pocket.

I know that, sir.

They've always demanded
cash dividends, even when there weren't any.

I've had to buy
outside cows and sell them in Chicago, as our own cattle.

It's kept them satisfied,

helped me
improve the ranch, extend it.

I know you'll never
betray me, John,

but I do wish you had
a more grayish outlook.

It's not easy to work with
a man who sees everything in black and white.

Well, sir, it's not easy being
a man who sees everything in black and white.

Good night, sir.

Good night, John.

(DOOR OPENING)

LEVI: Hans.

Hans.

I heard about the barn.
It's terrible, I'm sorry.

But, you know, half the people
in town want to help you raise a new one.

I don't need help,
and I don't need people. I'm here to buy horses.

Hey, Bufe, hold on.

Here's a fellow knows
all about horses.

Remember Bufe Coker?

Oh, sure he does.
How you doing, Mr. Brumbaugh?

So, uh, haven't seen
you around, Bufe. How you been?

Oh, I've been
all right, I guess.

Lost my place
out to Venneford.

They're cutting
down some.

Oh, sorry
to hear that.

It's all right,
I guess.

I hear Nate Person's
got something for me,

probably working
in a livery stable.

Well, you ought to go
and get your horses.

So, tell me
what happened, Hans.

Who do you think it was?

(PIANO PLAYING)

Howdy, Jim.

Bufe, how are ya?

Calendar?
Amos Calendar!

(LAUGHING)
I've been great.

How you doing?
I'll be damned.

Sit down there,
South Calinky.

Just like the old
Skimmerhorn trail crew again, ain't it?

How you doing, Nate?

Uh, pretty good, boy.
How are you?

Oh, I guess I'll live,
if you two fellows buy me a drink.

You're gonna need one.

You're not alone here, Hans.
You've got friends. I count myself one of them.

I don't need
friends straddling the fence, Levi.

You gotta get
on one side or the other.

No, Hans, I'll tell you
what I've gotta do,

I've gotta tear down
the fence.

Now, I haven't figured
out a way yet,

but maybe if you
help me on it, we can do it together.

One thing's for sure,
fighting isn't the way.

I hear you looking
for a job.

Well, if you're
gonna offer me one.

Two. He already
roped me in.

Well, shoot.

I never rightly know
how to put this.

Come on, Nate.
You know I don't much like shooting women and kids,

and I don't like whipping
little dogs. Ain't much else I wouldn't do.

Some folks might think
this is worse than a whipping,

or murder.

There's a man I know who
says he's gonna be needing a couple of hands.

I figure that's me,
you, Calendar.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Holy Moses.

Let me think
on this a little.

Give me a fresh one, will you?

Need another?

What I need is a new throat.
How did you learn to drink this stuff?

Hey, Louie, bring
the child a nice glass of warm milk.

Who you calling a child?

You know when this child
killed his first man?

He was riding north
on the Skimmerhorn Trail with R.J. Poteet

when he was 16.

Oh, now, stop it, sport,
you scaring me to death.

Oh, yeah?
Well, what's this do for you?

(SCREAMING)

Well, look at that,
they even fight each other.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

All right, that's enough!

What'd I say?

Put it down!

I said, that's all.

You ain't down in the Nations
now. You're in a civilized American state.

What's more,
you're in my town.

Long as you stay here,
you're gonna obey the law.

You hear?

They could hear you
in Toledo, Axel.

Well, why didn't you bust
that up, Levi?

I can't come running over
here every time they're having a fight,

I got more important
things to do.

Like what? Arresting
the Pettis boys?

When the Pettis boys
commit a crime, they'll get arrested.

You don't consider
barn-burning a crime?

Farmer's barn, anyway.

Brumbaugh.

Well, I consider it
a crime, and it ain't gonna happen again.

And you can tell that
to your cattleman friends.

I'm here, and I'm
gonna stay here.

And when the smoke settles,
it ain't gonna be me laying on the ground dead.

Not me. Not me.

Whoa.

Papa.

Where are all
the field workers?

Gone.
Last of 'em left this morning.

You said the Germans
were the best workers you ever saw. What happened?

What always happens.
They want their own land.

Couldn't you stop 'em?

You didn't help 'em, did you?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Well, I signed
a few mortgages.

Well, when a man wants
his own land, he ought to be able to buy it.

Thanks for the water, son.

Here, where are
you going?

To work, with you.

What about school?

I don't need school,
I'm a farmer.

You're going to be
a lawyer, and you do need school.

Papa...

Now, son,
you listen to me.

The man who knows the farm
controls the crops,

but the man who knows the law
controls the river, and the land,

the Venneford.

I think Seccombe
must have given up.

The Pettis boys are just
sitting around Centennial getting fat.

He'll find something
for them to do.

You don't bring in
an infection without someone getting sick.

You go to school, son.

That's the best thing
you can do for me.

I got about an hour
before the bell.

Uh, Mr. Buckland,
I think we're ready.

Have you got the ring?

Uh, yes. Yes, I do.

It seems strange,
going home without Charlotte.

Oh? You're
leaving us, sir?

It's about time,
don't you think?

I'll forget what
England looks like.

You know, I still
can't understand the...

The book count
of yours, Skimmerhorn.

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'll just pass
all the information on to Finlay Perkin,

and let him untangle it.

(PLAYING HERE COMES THE BRIDE)

Look, John, you're married.

Yes.

Tell me something.

Just before the ceremony, did
you get this dreadful urge to

run?

Well, now, that's nothing
a man should be running from.

How do you do,
Mr. Brumbaugh? Hi.

Oh, Mr. Brumbaugh, you ever
get a hold of them new horses you was looking for?

Yeah, I got a couple.

How about you?
You, uh... You land a new job yet?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, Coker, you know,
I could use a strong back out at the farm.

What, hauling taters?
No, sir.

I mean, thanks,
but my back ain't that strong.

Besides, I thought
you'd imported all those Germans in.

Gone, gone, all gone.

The Germans, Wolgadeutsche,
Indians.

(TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDING)

I think I have
the right idea now.

Oh, what's that?

Nice talking to you,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

(BELL CLANGING)

Excuse me.

I'm looking for a merchant
named Levi Zendt.

Zendt. I think he
has a store around here.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

This, uh, street is Mountain.
You follow it to, uh, Prairie.

Take a left,
and it's the first building on the left.

Thank you very much.

Are you Mr. Brumbaugh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, well.

Sabusawa, Japanese Consulate,
San Francisco.

Well, well, well, you made it.

Yes, we made it.
We made it.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Name is Takemoto.

Husband. Wife.

Daughter. Son. Son. Takemoto.

Well, well, well.
Welcome to Centennial.

Yeah.

They don't speak
English, huh?

No, no.
No English.

Direct from Japan.
Excellent workers.

Well...

Well, um, I have my wagon
there, and we'll get your belongings, and we'll go.

So who you
working for, Bufe?

Oh, a man
name of Garrett,

he's down from Montana.

Uh-huh.
What kind of stock's he bringing in? Longhorns?

You gonna see 'em
when we unload 'em, Earl.

Uh-huh.

Howdy, I'm Messmore Garrett.
Obviously, you're Mr. Person.

Obviously.

Well? Who's gonna
unload my stock?

This here is
Amos Calendar.

Amos.

Bufe, let's
get to work.

God dang!

Sheep?

(BLEATING)

Get these sheep out of here!
Get 'em away from me!

I can't see past ten feet!

Somebody help me!
I'm gonna...

Nate, have you lost your mind?

You don't herd sheep,
you shoot 'em!

COKER: That's my friend!

Get! Get off!

Hey, get these
sheep out of here.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Now, you're making
my sheep nervous.

If there's any further
interference,

there's gonna be a couple of
good citizens around here

with holes in their heads.

Do I make myself
absolutely clear?

All right, let's
get my sheep moving.

Come on!

Whoa.

Mr. Garrett.

Levi Zendt.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Zendt.

Whoever you are,
you're a brave man.

Sure you're not afraid
of contracting sheep fever, or something?

Not a bit.

I understand you're trying
to buy some grazing land.

Well, I was trying.
I'm afraid I'm about licked.

Have you ever
considered homesteading?

Land Office keeps
losing my papers.

Could you use 2,000 acres
near Rattlesnake Cliffs?

You're joking.

No, sir, I'm not.

Well, I'm not even gonna ask
you what you want for 'em.

Just the going rate.

Well, Mr. Zendt, it's a deal.

Deal.

WARSAW: It'll take two years
for that grass to come back

after a flock of sheep's
cropped it.

I met this Messmore
Garrett once,

up in Butte.

I thought he had a kind
of funny look in his eye, even then.

Wait. How about
blue vitriol?

We could put blue
vitriol on the grass.

Poison a whole lot
of sheep but we wouldn't lose any cattle.

Oliver?
What do you think?

I think we may be aiming
at the wrong target.

Oh, Oliver,
don't start nattering on about the farmer again.

It's sheep's
the problem here. Now, it is sheep.

Sheep,

or shepherds?

I'm not absolutely
certain I understand you, old chap.

Oh, just rambling,
Claude, just rambling.

Question is, are the boys
still in Centennial?

BARKER: What boys?

Oh, the boys.

Mr. Zendt. Mr. Zendt,
there's a terrible rumor going around town,

and I think you ought
to know about it.

What rumor's that, Jim?

Well, some damn
fool is saying

that you sold
2,000 grazing acres to Messmore Garrett.

But I told them,
I said, "Clemma Zendt's father ain't about to..."

But it's true.

It's true?

Yep.

But, Mr. Zendt,
Garrett is a sheepman.

You're letting
sheep in here!

(CHUCKLING) Well,
the Indians let me in.

It ain't the same
thing at all.

Oh, I don't know.

Some of 'em sure must have
been convinced

that I was gonna
wreck the land,

but they sold it
to me anyway.

They helped me
get started.

And I sold some
of mine to Seccombe, to help him get started,

and to Brumbaugh.

Now, how is Garrett
any different?

Sheep are different.
A sheep ain't an animal.

It's a locust with hooves!

They'll ruin the open range.
I don't see how you can do it.

I mean, you own shares
in the Venneford.

You wanna buy 'em?

What?

My Venneford stock
is for sale.

You want it?

Well, sure. But...

Don't worry about payment,
we'll take care of that later.

(STAMMERING) Well, Mr. Zendt,
I don't know what to say.

Well, there's a miracle.

Usually, you can't
shut this boy up once he opens his mouth.

Howdy, Jim.
Morning.

Jim, I'd like you
to meet my nephew, Christian Zendt.

Jim Lloyd.
Mr. Lloyd.

Pleasure.
Same here.

I don't suppose you'd be
acquainted with any Indians, would you, Mr. Lloyd?

All the ones
I wanted to talk to, they seem to be gone.

Oh, that's funny.
I seem to have the same problem.

Mr. Zendt. Mr. Zendt,
I've been meaning to ask you.

Did you ever hear anything
from St. Louis?

Not directly.

Well, I can't understand it.

I mean, I write,
but I must have the wrong address.

Right address, wrong girl.

Martin.

Pa, he's gotta know
sometime.

Your sweet little girlfriend,
my sweet little sister,

she ran off with
an Army officer. She's pregnant.

Nobody knows
where they went to.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I have
some studying to do.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, Jim.

Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, too.

We'll get together
about those shares next week.

All right?

Yeah. Thank you
very much.

Whoa, whoa.

I'll arrange a line
of credit for you with Zendt.

You can pick up whatever
you need and get back to the canyon today.

All right, boss.

I see it,
but I don't believe it.

Might as well, Jim.

You must be crazy,
working with sheep.

I'm working with a good man,
and that's what counts.

Garrett?

He's as good a man
as R.J. Poteet.

Maybe better.

I just wonder
how you sleep at night.

Times change, Jim.

They sure do.

I guess there's
no way in the world

you can change 'em
back again, is there?

No way in the world.

Okay, this is a hoe.

Hoe.

That's right. This is a hoe.

And all that is field.
All the field.

Field?
Yeah, that's right, field.

(STAMMERING) Now...
And this is a plant.

Plant.
Plants, yeah. Plants, plants.

Okay, excuse me.

The trouble, you see...

The trouble is,
there're too many plants. You understand?

No, never mind.
You don't...

I'll tell you...
Plant.

That's a plant, yeah.
Now, you thin the plant...

See how you thin them?
Like that, you thin them. That's good, Takemoto.

That's good. Okay, now...

That's good. Now...
Yeah, that's good.

Now, what I want
you to do...

Uh, uh,
what I want you to do...

You see,
all I want you to do...

Oh!

That's... That's good.
That's... That's...

That's...

That's what I want you
to do, yeah.

What do you know?

Well, well, well,
I see you found him!

Yes, sir, sure did.

Well, I didn't think
you'd mind another jobber, Levi.

What's he selling,
women's shoes? Good whiskey?

(LAUGHING)
No, better than that. Memories.

Memories?

Oh, come on, Hans.
Look at the eyes, the shape of the head.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, meet my nephew,
all the way from Lancaster, Christian Zendt.

Hans Brumbaugh.
How do you do?

Well, well, by golly!
All the way from Lancaster! Yes, sir.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Oh, he's a college man.
Came out here to study Indian tribal law.

Indian? Oh.

The family didn't know
if Uncle Levi was alive, dead, married, single.

So when I found out
his wife was a real Indian, I couldn't believe my luck.

Wait till the family
finds out.

Oh, come on,
it'll do 'em good.

If they don't all keel
over in a common fit.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Anyway, he said
he wanted to talk to somebody about the land,

so I thought,
"Well, I'll show him a man

"who came out here
to take something out of it,

"and stayed to plant it
and tend it instead."

Well, there's a
few of us left, in spite of the Venneford.

Hans, listen,
I don't think they're gonna have any time

to be bothering you
people any more.

Did you hear what happened?

No, I can't say that I did.

A fellow named Garrett
brought in some sheep.

Sheep?

Those ranchers are half
out of their minds.

Why didn't I think of that?

Except that they're gonna
be rougher on sheep

than they ever were
on fences, ain't they?

Howdy, Amos.
Jim.

Mr. Skimmerhorn.
Hello, Amos.

You're Seccombe, ain't you?

I am.

And you're trespassing,
Mr. Calendar.

Get your stinking
animals out of here.

How could I be trespassing
when this is open range?

You don't know
the law, my friend.

Did you ever hear
of the doctrine of contiguity?

It holds that a rancher has
the right to run his cattle on any part of the open range

contiguous with
his own holdings.

That means, next to
his own holdings, Amos.

South to Mexico,
north to Canada.

South to Mexico,
north to Canada.

Now, Amos, we're trying
to reason with you.

And we expect you
to be gone from here by noon tomorrow.

Expect what you want.
I'm staying till Mr. Garrett tells me to move.

You're making
a terrible mistake, my friend.

We'll see.

Yes, we will.

Amos. Amos.

I'm staying.

SECCOMBE: Where are
the rest of them?

With Bufe Coker,
in Crow's Canyon.

Mr. Seccombe...
Is he alone?

No, sir, he's got
a woman with him,

Fat Laura, out of
Ida Hamilton's House of Mirrors in Cheyenne.

And he's built her
a shack up there.

Homesteading?
In cattle country?

Where's Coker?

Back in the canyon
with the sheep.

He'll have to leave.
Tell him.

Not bloody likely.
We're homesteading this place.

There's no room
here for sheep, or Cheyenne harlots.

You tell him to
get out, or suffer the consequences.

Blow it out your
fancy nose, Englishman.

Why on God's green earth
would anyone want to raise sheep?

Can you tell me that?

You know, it's the Bible
that bothers me.

I mean, Abraham
was a shepherd,

David was a shepherd,
Joseph was a shepherd.

Yes, but when
Our Lord was born,

you didn't find Him
looking for a sheep pen.

He was born
with the cattle, where He belonged.

Hear, hear.

Speaking of shepherds,

I understand
one of Garrett's men

has actually built a home
near Crow Canyon.

Home? It's a hovel.

We can't have
that, can we?

I thought we were going
to get rid of them.

I thought you were
going to handle it.

I rode out there.
I wanted to try reason.

You can't reason
with a maniac.

You have to overcome a maniac.

For his own good.
I know.

The point, Oliver...
I said, I know, Claude.

It's being taken care of.

LEVI: You got it?

Set it right here
with the rest of them.

Easy, now.

Well, that's the lot.

Thanks for your help.

Where do you want them,
the storeroom?

In a while.

Have some lemonade first.

Ah, nectar!

Levi, you should be
ashamed of yourself.

This boy comes
all the way out here for a vacation,

and you put him to work.
Well, he asked!

Yeah, that's a fact.

Besides, how else
can I ever repay you people?

For what?

For everything.
Introducing me around,

telling me
about the old days, the Indians...

The Pasquinels.
Who?

Martin.

The Pasquinels.

You mean, you never heard
of the Pasquinels? Jacques and Marcel?

Yes, as a matter
of fact, I have.

I remember reading
some stories about them.

They were great men.
They were my uncles.

Lucinda, why don't you
tell him about Lame Beaver?

I have.

Well, did you tell him
about the sun dance?

No. What was the sun dance?

I'm sorry.

No. It's not your fault,
Christian.

You see, stories like

the one I asked Lucinda
to tell, they're...

Well, they're nothing more
than fairy tales to Martin.

The fact...

The pain that
he sometimes feels,

most of the time, I suppose,

is he's what
too many people still call a half-breed,

and they treat him like
he's less than half a man.

I didn't think he...

I didn't know.

That's all right.

Maybe someday
it'll be different.

Go on, Lucinda.
Tell him about the sun dance.

No, I... I think I should
spend some time with Martin.

Excuse me.

(DOOR CLOSES)

That's a remarkably
nice young man.

Yes.

Yes, sorry to see him leave.

(SIGHS)

Levi, why don't you
go with him?

Where?

Home.

Well, this is my home.

Levi, it's been so long.

Maybe things have
changed there.

Don't you want
to see the rest of your family again?

No.

No!

(DOOR CLOSES)

BRUMBAUGH: You know what
you are, Axel?

You're a blasted
stubborn fool.

Sheriff!
Just a minute, I got the floor.

You're like the farmer who
won't fix the hole in the barn roof until it rains,

and then, by God,
he won't take his tools out,

because he doesn't
wanna get 'em wet.

What's the matter
with you, anyhow?

You got eyes.
You see those murderers strutting around here...

I've told you 1,000 times,
I can't arrest a man till he commits a crime.

What two murderers?

The Pettis boys.

Howdy, Mr. Brumbaugh.
Nate.

Like you to meet
my new boss, Mr. Garrett.

Oh, oh! So, you're Garrett.

So, you're Brumbaugh.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I've heard
some good things about you.

Good things?

Yeah. You been setting
this town back on its heels.

I've heard the same about you.

Yeah, well,
welcome to the party.

You here to complain, too?

GARRETT: You're damn right
I'm here to complain.

A fella named Seccombe
has been threatening my sheep herders,

I want it stopped.

Well, what's he
threatening to do?

Quit it, Sheriff.

I didn't know
the Pettis boys was still in town,

that kind of makes
the cheese a little more binding, don't it?

They cattlemen?

They're... They're hired
killers. I hope your shepherds know how to shoot.

Well, we outshot 'em
once already,

when they hit the herd
we was bringing north with R.J. Poteet.

Are you gonna help?

Well, if a crime's committed,

I'll go out
and bring the man in.

Ah!

That's what I get paid for.

I'll tell Calendar.
You warn Coker.

Right.

Mr. Brumbaugh.

Fool.
I said I'd do what I can.

Yeah, then we'll have to do
what we have to do.

(DOOR CLOSES)

ORVID: Who is that?

Woman he brung up

from the House of
Mirrors in Cheyenne.

Maybe this will bring
old Coker in to see what's going on.

PERSON: Bufe!

Now, what the hell is that?

Where's your man, Laura?

Back in the canyon
with the sheep. What's wrong?

Well, I guess
I'd better go find him.

Orvid, you take the nigger.

(GUNS FIRING)

Laura? Come on!

Laura?

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

You're gonna be just fine.
I'm right here. You're gonna be fine.

Where'd you come from?

Mr. Garrett sent me
to tell you the Pettis boys was on the prowl,

which I guess
you figured out by now.

It had crossed my mind.

Somebody watch the windows.

She's the only one thinking.

(GUNSHOTS)

Cold, ain't it?

(WHIMPERING)

How's that?

(SOBBING)
I'm sure scared, Bufe.

What, of them?

If you just give me a minute
to catch my breath,

we'll run them off,
get you to a doctor.

You're gonna be fine.
Yes, you are.

Brother, this just
ain't our day.

It's early yet.

(GASPS)

We sure did have a good time
up here these last few weeks, didn't we?

This is the first real home
of my own I ever had.

Oh, well, you wait
till we fix it up.

Tell me what we're gonna do.

Well, I'm gonna get you
some real nice material,

and you can make curtains
for all the windows.

We'll have a rug...

Pictures.
Oh, yeah.

Pictures on every wall.
And a stove.

Good cook stove,
not an old clunk like this one.

A big round table
with six chairs,

so we can have
our friends over...

Laura?

Honey?

She was a good woman, Nate.

(SNIFFS)

I could tell.

Remember that
first day we met?

I remember.

You, lugging that Yankee
saddle into Jacksborough.

I thought those was
tough times.

More and more, they seem like
they was some of the best.

Where they at?

Straight ahead,
about 200 yards.

Behind some rocks,
with Winchesters.

They sure got the edge,
ain't they?

Nate?

I know.

You got any regrets?

The life I've lived?

Beats hoeing cotton all day,

seeing nothing
but another long row ahead.

And how about you?

Oh, one, I guess, maybe.

Still some horses
I ain't never rode yet.

What's he done, gone crazy?

Get him, get him!

(HORSES WHINNYING)

It's gonna be a corker.

Looks like.

Calendar.
What in the hell are you doing here?

Bufe's dead.

What?

And Nate Person.

No. How'd it happen?
Where?

Up at Bufe's shack.
They was gunned, Fat Laura, too.

Who done it?

Who do you think done it?

Nobody from Venneford.

Same thing, Frank
and Orvid Pettis.

They don't work here, Amos.

Garrett sure ain't
paying 'em,

not for murdering
Nate and Bufe,

shooting sheep
in the canyons till their shells run out.

You're saying it's Seccombe?

I ain't alone.

But I have to know, Jim,
am I riding alone?

Riding where?

River's Edge. That's where
the Pettis boys are holed up.

That ain't gonna
stop nothing, Amos.

This here is a regular
range war now.

The hell you say!

This ain't no damned
cowman-sheepman foolishness anymore, Jim.

Bufe Coker's dead.
Nate Person's dead.

And they was our brothers,
weren't they?

Jim, any man that rode
through what we did, coming north,

together with Skimmerhorn
and Poteet, is as much a brother

as you and I
are ever gonna have.

Wasn't they?

I'll get my gun.

What's up?

JIM: Somebody following us?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You make him out yet?

Nope.

Maybe we'd better wait.

Yep.

(WIND HOWLING)

Good afternoon, boys.

What are you doing
up here, Brumbaugh?

Same as you,
going after the Pettises.

Why?

Because it's time.

And because
that young fellow up there

helped me once
when I needed it.

I brought my shotgun.

I reckon we can use
all the firepower we can get.

Can't we, Jim?

(HORSE WHINNIES)

You sure it's them in there?

Them and a couple of boys
that's been night-riding in Wyoming.

I'll make sure that Frank
and Orvid are in there before we go barging in.

Fish in a rain barrel.
No problem.

Where they at?

It'll be a straight-on shot.
They both got their backs to the door.

Amos, I don't shoot no man
in the back.

You won't have to.

I mean it, Amos.
I don't care what they done.

Jim. They'll turn,
I promise.

All right.

Who takes who?

I'll take Frank,
he'll be on the left.

They're both mean,
both fast.

The other ones, too.

We're only gonna get
one whack at 'em, so we gotta make it count.

Ready?

Yeah.

No change.

Frank's on my left,
Orvid's right next to him.

I'll take the door.

When he kicks in the door,
you take the window.

I'm gonna knock out
this side window and yell, to turn 'em.

Good luck.

Well, I think they
ought to raise a statue

to whoever got rid
of those vermin.

Somebody said they were
gonna close the school and declare a holiday.

The whole town's celebrating.

See, that's the trouble
with being a lawman.

All you gotta do
is walk in a room, and everybody shuts up.

Good morning, Sheriff.

Morning, ma'am.

Levi.
Axel.

I suppose you've heard
about the little accident

that befell the Pettis boys.

I believe I did hear
something about that, yes.

You wouldn't happen to know
where your friend Brumbaugh was yesterday, would you?

You ask him?

He claims he was
in the bosom of his family reading the Good Book.

Well, he probably was.
He's a real good family man, all right.

Well, you're
an honest man, Levi.

You heard any little bits
of news I ought to know about?

Hmm.

People don't tell
an honest man much these days, Axel.

Nothing about some young
cowboy from Venneford,

kinda sweet
on your daughter?

Jim Lloyd?
Mmm.

Nope.

Well, let me tell
you folks something.

What happened to
the Pettises was murder,

and I'm opposed to murder.

It don't ever solve anything,
it just makes more trouble.

You see, pretty soon
somebody's gonna hire a killer

to kill the hired
killers' killers,

and then somebody's
gonna take care of him.

And it'll just go on and on.

And we can't afford that,

'cause the times have changed.
It's a new day here.

And either we're gonna have
law and order in Centennial,

or we're gonna have us chaos.

Ain't that what
the whole town's celebrating, boy?

(HUMMING)

Well, I better
start packing

if I'm gonna
catch that train.

I'll help.
Thanks.

I guess I have
to tear down my imaginary statue.

Axel's right.
It's a new day.

Makes a man feel old.

You'll never be old.

Lucinda, I've been thinking.

If you're sure that
you wouldn't mind...

You wanna go home
for a while, don't you?

(CHUCKLING)
I sure don't know why.

Don't ask why, just go.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

CHARLOTTE: You got
your ticket?

LEVI: My what?
Your ticket.

CHRISTIAN: I got it
right here. I'll hold it for him.

BRUMBAUGH: Maybe you'd
better hitch him to your belt, Christian,

or you'll lose him
in Chicago.

LEVI: What's that mean?

You change trains in Chicago,
Mr. Zendt.

We already told
you that, Pa.

It's Centennial
to Omaha to Chicago on the Union Pacific.

Then you change stations
and take the Pennsylvania to Lancaster.

BRUMBAUGH: Be there
in no time.

New day is right.
It took me six months to get out here.

Goodbye, Levi,
and don't worry.

Hans.

Jim.
Mr. Zendt.

Son, take care
of your mother.

I will.

I'll miss you.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

BRUMBAUGH: Go on.

Oh, Ma. He'll be back
before you know it.

Must be strange
going back from where you come from, huh?

Well, it's time
to get on home.

Yeah.

Beautiful day, ain't it?

Well, that depends on
your individual system, Axel.

Seems pretty cool to me.

Seem cool to you, Jimmy?

Oh, I'll warm up,
soon as I get me some supper.

Excuse us.

Brumbaugh, your youngest boy
can't seem to recall

your being home reading
the Good Book last night.

Oh, kids.

Who can figure
what they'll remember, and what they'll forget.

Nobody can remember
where you disappeared to yesterday, Jimmy.

Went fishing.

Ain't much of an alibi.

Well, Sheriff, are you
accusing me of something I'd need an alibi for?

You know as well as I do,
I can't bring no charges

unless I got
a reliable witness.

What are you saying?

I'm talking about
murder and revenge.

I had a little talk
with Oliver Seccombe today.

He's just sort of
starting to get the picture.

He's kind of getting it
clear in his mind

that a society either grows
or else it dies.

(HORSE WHINNYING)
Ain't no way you can ever keep it the same.

So, all you can do
is just grow along with it, or else you die with it.

Now, Centennial here,
is still growing.

Gonna have a lot
of growing pains, though.

Gonna have more people
coming in here all the time,

all of 'em fighting
for a piece of land.

So you're gonna have
a lot more fights,

but like I say,
this one is over.

You farmers, sheepherders,
cattlemen,

you're just gonna have
to figure out some way to live together in peace.

I mean, either that,
or you're gonna have yourselves martial law.

But you do get
to take your pick.

Well, peace is all
I've ever asked for, Sheriff.

(SNIFFS)
Yeah.

Well, right now I'd settle
for a little supper myself.

Wind's rising.

Yeah, yeah.

He's right about
one thing, though.

It is a beautiful day.

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