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THE SACKETT CLAN

I'm Louis L 'Amour.

I've been writing about the Sackett family family for the past 20 years.

I've lived with them even longer.

Here's their story.

It is said that when the Lord chased Adam and Eve out of paradise

they climbed the Alleghenies, and discovered another paradise.

They called him Tennessee.

Then the Chickasaw settled there

then the Cherokee and the white man.

Davy Crockett, Andy Jackson and a Welshman named Sackett.

- Thanks for... - Sackett raised his sons there,

- Tell, Orrin and Tyrel. - You're welcome, Orrin.

Old Sackett loved fast horses and strong liquors,

and fiery sermons.

This is how he raised his sons.

She's pretty.

Orrin Sackett.

God have mercy.

You killed my brother Jeb.

I'm here for repairs.

Jeb was armed, Long Higgins.

He drew first.

It doesn't matter how it happened.

What matters is that...

I'm a Higgins, you're a Sackett.

I'm unarmed, Long.

I know.

Orrin.

Mary.

Get up!

Go home.

Long.

You took me by surprise.

How about a fair fight?

I don't believe it.

I'm going to bury two Sacketts in one day.

Mom?

Take the brown one.

He's our best horse.

Go west, find someone

to write a letter to mom.

Yes, Mom.

Remember Mr. Sackett's words: "Walk with the law, never against it."

Understand?

Yes, Mom, I remember.

Go away now.

My son.

Through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,

for You are with me.

You guide me and comfort me.

You set the table before me in the presence of my enemies.

Are you armed?

Come on, Mom, I'll take you home.

What's next? Kill another Higgins?

Those who stay.

There are too many of them.

I hear they're looking for you, now that your brother's gone.

I don't want a priest reading your homily.

Let's go home.

In the name of Your Son, our Savior,

amen.

God bless you, Brother Arthur...

sour Sarah, frere Jimmy, cheres sours... May the Lord keep you.

May the Lord watch over you,

and give you peace.

God bless you, my sister.

- Follow your brother to the West. - Mom, I can't forget this.

Do what your mother tells you.

Whoever killed your wife is dead and buried.

Your brother took care of him. We're even.

You have to leave,

now.

Listen to your mother.

Once you and your brother have settled in, bring in your mother.

Get down.

Yes, ma'am.

- It's getting hot. - How do you...

- Did you see the chef today? - I'd love to.

We've seen it all before anyway.

Hi, there. How are you?

Not bad.

A poker game?

All right.

We bet four.

I follow and raise.

How many cards?

Three.

Three.

The dealer takes two cards.

Sir, we're just poor miners.

No need to use casino tricks with us.

What are you saying?

That you're a shark.

You shuffle cards like no one else.

You're calling me a cheat.

I have a feeling.

You should withdraw that remark.

You've already made a mistake.

Don't make two.

Take back what you said.

Impossible.

Wes Bigelow.

I pity the man who killed him.

The fight was fair.

Bigelow drew first blood.

Sackett caught him cheating at cards.

Bigelow's brother won't agree.

I'll make sure he gets a decent burial.

You shouldn't stay, Sackett.

The Bigelow brothers are expected at the Marfa Poker Tournament.

Go now

or be prepared to use your gun again.

Payday arrives.

By the way..,

this man's horse is now property of the company.

It's worth it,

the saddle and the rest, $5 .

I don't look for or expect trouble.

Just a friendly game.

I understand.

Let's go. To payroll.

You, get shovels and bury this guy.

That's the joker we're missing.

What can I do for you?

Work, if there is any.

I don't know about work,

but I never let a man leave on an empty stomach.

Welcome.

I'd rather win it.

You'll earn it, I'll hire you.

Do we get farmers now?

We'll see about that, Carney.

He's our guest.

I'm Belden. This is Cap Rountree.

Hello.

My name is Tyrel Sackett. I'm from Tennessee.

Where are you going?

The Rockies.

- I need a job. - We haven't had enough of these farmers

- Mr. Belden? - We've had trouble with farmers

a few weeks ago. Farmers and cattle and cattle don't get along.

- We lost a man. - Killed by an earthworm.

Perhaps this is our revenge.

If you think you can kill you're mistaken.

Carney, get back to work.

You too, guys.

If you stay here, you'll have to deal with me.

Carney.

You're gonna have to kill that man, boy.

You really do look like a farmer.

You could say that.

And part cougar.

You could say that.

This is Tom Sunday, my assistant.

He takes care of hiring and firing.

I want to work.

- Have you ever branded cattle? - No, but I can learn.

Ever worked from dawn to dusk, chased cattle at night?

Already working all day dust in the mouth?

No, sir.

You're hired.

He's the one who decides.

I'm just the owner.

Eat fast.

You just got yourself a job.

Bloody dust.

Fill the cup. Men's windy days

are but dust that rises. And slowly falling again.

It's Tennyson.

Isn't it pretty?

I don't understand it all, but it sounds good.

He recites words.

He's always reciting things

stories about the past.

Greek, especially.

But he's as good with a gun as he is with words.

If he's educated, what's he doing among the cows?

He has a secret, like all men going West.

You should go to the front.

Water is scarce and cattle are thirsty.

Go over there and see if you can find any.

And Cap? He knows the area.

I know you do. I think you should learn.

Go ahead.

Boy, are you with that herd over there?

- Yes. - In passing,

you've shipped some of our cattle.

fed him on our pastures.

So we take you for beasts.

We're on your land?

That's what I say.

50 heads could fix things.

That's funny,

- I heard about an open pasture. - Fifty heads.

I don't think so.

It's seven against one.

Your friends are at least a mile away.

You're going to die, boy.

You can too.

Before you leave

I'll put a hole in you.

A big hole.

Good thing you stopped by.

I promised Mom I'd be careful.

Not my impression, Tyrel.

Seven against one is a lot.

What's that shooting?

I've seen guys heading east, as if possessed.

They fell on me.

They wanted 50 heads, or scatter the herd.

- Cattle rustlers? - Yes, sir.

We'd have been there if Orrin hadn't hadn't appeared.

It was his rifle that fired.

- Orrin? - Orrin Sackett, mon frere.

- Looking for a job? - Yes, sir, I am.

You've got one.

Any other brothers passing by?

Maybe Tell.

He's the eldest.

Orrin?

- Have you seen Tell? - No, sir, I haven't.

I don't know where he is.

Or if he's still alive.

Come on, mule.

Forgive me for looking like this.

It's been a long time since I've seen a white man.

The coffee is good.

It's a bit lonely around here.

You don't hunt.

Looking for gold?

Gold?

According to legend,

the Spaniards buried gold up there.

Over 300 years ago.

My father used to say that gold and trouble were a pair.

Despite everything,

gold is harder to find.

- Many researchers? - Not many.

Even fewer have returned.

What do you mean?

It is said that ghosts guard the gold.

- I don't believe it. - You don't?

Fools who go to the mountains die of cold or hunger.

Or because of the Redskins.

Cruel.

That's a lot.

Are you homesick?

The day we buried Mary Beth...

I knew I had nothing left in Tennessee.

She's dead, no reason to stay.

What a life you were going to have, Orrin.

The town wanted you for sheriff.

It wouldn't have been long you became mayor.

People know you out there, they respect you.

Your future is here, Orrin.

Not here marking cows.

Yes,

but that future was a woman,

children, a home.

One doesn't mean much without the others.

And Mom's always worried that I'll find those Higgins sooner or later.

I don't like her that she's out there alone.

We'll bring her back as soon as we can.

We've got two earthy asses fertilizing the air.

What a relief it will be back in the field.

- Do you play the harp? - No, I do not.

- Persevere, you'll learn. - We'll see.

Hurry up now.

A declaration of war my first day on the job.

Maybe it's a Higgins.

Come on.

- You know what my father used to say? - What did he say?

He said "He's the saddest of the team

- who gets to the water first." - Your father was right.

Orrin is a good man.

- Where does he get this charm? - My father.

He could make a pump believe was a mill.

Orrin is the same.

Men love her, that's for sure.

Except Carney.

He's always looking for us.

Let it run all the way to Abilene, when you're going to fight

one of you will stay. And I need all my men.

Same Carney.

Yes, sir.

Come on, mule.

Let's go.

Doggone it.

Almighty God.

Come on, get up.

Move over. Right this way.

A man can make money on the other side.

In Kansas and Colorado.

There are lots of wild cattle, belonging to no one.

In total freedom.

Where does it come from?

Lost, lost on the way.

They live in the wild and reproduce like rabbits.

What happens when you're caught?

We sell it to ranches, to those who want fresh cattle.

Males and females.

It must take a hundred or so to be profitable.

- You need a team. - Yes, we do.

Tom wants in.

We hope you and Orrin will too.

The four of us would make a great team.

Sounds good to me.

It's up to Orrin to decide for him.

Talk it over with Orrin and let me know.

- Come on, come on. - Come on, this way.

This cow needs a calf.

Take them away.

- Right this way. - Come on.

Close the paddock, Carney.

Mr. Sunday, release the wolves.

Guys, you're free.

- They won it. - Sur. The fact is

that I haven't had a decent drink or seen a pretty girl in a long time.

You and Orrin should go into town. Luck is waiting for you.

- Yes, sir. - Chance is my middle name.

I shouldn't have sent guys to the front.

Why?

- There will be nothing left for us. - In Abilene?

Orrin, I advise you to stay away near that porch.

Blonde hair.

It's been a long time since I've seen blond hair.

Not blond, golden.

Do me a favor, Tyrel, take care of my horse.

Orrin, we have to get home before dark.

Hello, Miss.

I've got a good feeling talking to you like that,

but I've come a long way to this dusty town.

It's nice to see you here.

It's very pleasant.

At first I thought I'd been touched by the sun.

But apparently it was you that the sun has touched, mademoiselle.

Or rather blessed. That golden hair,

those blue eyes. Have mercy.

I knew there was a smile somewhere.

My name is Orrin Sackett.

- How about you? - Laura.

Laura Pritts.

Young man, my daughter doesn't talk to seasonal workers.

Of course not, sir.

I'm not. At least not for long.

No offense.

But such beauty deserves a tribute.

Madam.

Another day perhaps, Laura Pritts?

Come on, Laura.

Goodbye, sir.

Almighty God.

Abilene.

When are we going a Purgatorie, Mr Sunday?

Call me Tom. I'm no longer your employer.

As soon as Mr. Belden sells his cattle for a good price

and we're off.

This hunt for wild cattle will be hard work.

Will old Cap be able to do it?

The old Cap?

Don't be fooled.

The three of us will be sweating trying to keep up.

Cap knows Purgatorie.

At one time, he was the only white man

to venture out.

He dealt with the Arapaho, the Kiowa, and lived with the Cheyenne.

He doesn't talk much, but when he does, listen carefully.

He has a lot to say.

A bath?

I exhausted myself.

Apparently Mr. Belden has found a good buyer for the cattle.

But he wants to see who's responsible.

- Let's talk to her. - Let's.

Guys, have some fun.

Abilene.

You're excited.

Yeah. Abilene.

It's that girl with the blonde hair.

Yes.

- How about tonight? - Yes.

Just like that, huh?

Just like that.

Stay here.

Where have you been?

With the blonde-haired girl?

Golden.

Pure gold.

You could convince a squirrel to come out of his tree.

Staying away from Reed Carney?

Until now.

Remember what Mom says to stay out of trouble.

Remember that Dad said to avoid girls.

One day we're going to regret we didn't listen.

Guys, do you want the pay?

And how!

Mr. Belden sold the cattle for a good price.

It takes place at Dover's Cottage in the city.

Come along.

- Orrin. Cap. - Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Give me that.

Pretty, isn't it?

But these things don't interest you, Tyrel.

Don't forget what Dad used to say.

Worse than being horseless, she's a pretty girl.

Were you just getting to know us or were you looking for information?

They go to Santa Fe.

The old man has a ranch there. He has a lot of influence.

He comes to see his doctor.

The road to Santa Fe is not an easy one.

As we're heading in that direction,

maybe we should join them.

You read my mind.

Tye, go tell them about our proposal.

We can wait until tonight.

Give them time to settle in.

Hold my horse.

- Yes. - Here, Tyrel.

You know where to find us.

Carlos, Enrique... The American.

I have a proposal.

I should be talking to him.

Go ahead.

I hear you're on your way to Santa Fe.

My partners and I, the four of us go west.

It's a tough road. There are Indians.

We could join your team.

We'd be reinforcements in case of problems.

And at the same time, it would make the road safer.

Sorry.

Don Luis says it's impossible.

He said nothing.

Good night.

Young man.

There's a man here named Jonathan Pritts

who swore to get me and my family Santa Fe, me and my family.

He says Anglos are all the same

and we...

Sorry...

on...

We don't trust anyone.

I'll change your mind. My name is Tyrel Sackett.

My friends and I have just arrived with Sam Belden's herd.

You can ask him for more information, if you're interested.

If you're interested.

Boy,

can you bring my daughter to my table?

I'd like to talk, Don Luis.

You're sick, senor.

The best thing you can do for your health

is not to return to Santa Fe, but to stay here.

You're going back to Santa Fe, aren't you?

Of course.

We'll be there too.

I understand how you feel

Santa Fe has been yours for a long time. It's hard to leave.

Santa Fe doesn't belong to me.

It belongs to my people.

Buenas noches, senor.

Senorita Alvarado.

Apparently, Carney has become courageous.

He looks serious.

The convoy is finished. You can kill him now.

- Tyrel. - Orrin. It's been a while.

It's best to get it over with.

We'll be fine.

God have mercy.

Cap, Carney is too slow.

We'll see.

It's time, farm boy.

One move and you die.

In front of all these people.

You can be sure of that.

Go back to the saloon.

I can't do it.

It's gone too far.

Not when it comes to dying.

Turn around and walk.

Sackett.

Turn around, Sackett.

Stupid farmer, draw.

Take off your belt.

Head for the trough.

Slowly.

Water.

Drop it.

Go away.

Wherever we go, little brother

trouble follows in our wake.

Are you coming with us?

I'll have to think about it.

Here she is, Tom.

You look lonely, cowboy.

Really?

Tye, you're a slow learner.

You should talk to him more, he...

I'm Nevada, I'm alone too.

It's no fun being alone.

But I have a remedy.

Next time, darling. He's not ready for you yet.

Further proof that young people is wrong.

Tom, I thought you were looking a rich widow

in need of company.

Come on.

Senor Sackett, someone wishes to speak to you.

Don Luis?

Her granddaughter.

This way, senor.

My grandfather would like you and your friends and your friends to accompany us to the West.

He says you're brave,

and a good man.

You could have killed that man.

Not to do so was courageous.

We leave at dawn.

I know that look.

She looks like a real lady.

But seeing the two of you the two of you like that,

and watch you do nothing.

I don't know.

You remain mute,

it is bound by convention.

I'm uprooted from Tennessee.

We're little people.

As you say, she's a lady.

The daughter of an important man.

I don't think she thinks so.

I've seen the way she looks at you you leave,

and how nervous she is until you came back.

The feeling is there.

Don't run away from him, Tye.

Don't run away from it.

No.

It's not because of you that they're watching me like this.

So why?

Your grandfather.

We're crossing dangerous territory.

He's worried about you.

You're everything to him.

I love my grandfather,

but sometimes he treats me like a child.

I'm a woman.

Exactly, ma'am.

I heard the vaqueros about the Indians.

They won't tell me the truth,

but maybe you will.

It seems you already know that, Madame.

Thank you.

Are you going to Santa Fe?

No, madame, we'll catch the wild cow cow in Purgatorie.

But maybe afterwards we'll go to Santa Fe.

I hope so.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Tuthill.

Mr. Tuthill, look at this.

Where did you find this?

Name your price, sir, or I go elsewhere.

Well... I'd say...

I'll give you $300.

Five hundred.

Give him $500.

Good. Now then:

sign here.

Thank you.

- Go ahead. - Two bucks. Put your money down.

- Roll the dice. - Take your dice.

I'm warming up.

- All right. You've had enough. - You've had enough.

You've had enough, go on.

- They helped him. - I'll be damned.

There's gold.

Here it is.

- Come on. - Let's go.

Keep your money. I have the gold.

Got it.

First your dollars,

and your clothes.

Look at the lady in pink.

Look at the lady in pink.

A toothpick from Arkansas.

Razor-sharp.

I don't like that moustache.

I don't want to risk infection.

He gets off easy.

This horse has been on the road a long time.

For good reason, I suppose.

I've just arrived from Fort Dodge.

Don Luis, there's trouble in Santa Fe.

The illegal occupants want to stay.

A fight is brewing.

- We've got to go. - The carts are too slow.

They can come later.

We're leaving now, find me a horse.

I'll go with you. I ride like a man.

Are you coming with us?

Sorry, senor, we're going to Purgatorie.

Good luck.

Tom, shall we go to the tailor?

All in good time, Orrin.

First a few glasses, then the tailor.

The boys still have some tobacco, Tom.

We'll take care of it.

It seems that Boyd killed two men who accused him of cheating.

You heard right.

He's quick with a gun, dexterous with his Arkansas toothpick.

I've seen it myself.

He shaved Will Boyd's mustache in front of everyone.

Four whiskies.

He used no water or shaving cream.

Just his knife.

I'm afraid this Sackett

hear from Will Boyd again.

What name did you say?

Will Boyd.

No, the other name.

Tell Sackett?

Yes, do you know him?

A little.

Is he in town?

When he does something, we hear about it.

It'll be the same when he leaves town.

But we haven't heard that yet.

What do you want?

We're looking for our brother.

We thought he was dead.

As bony and ugly as ever.

Pure malice.

I'll be damned.

Orrin.

It's you.

You bet.

He hasn't changed a bit. Slower than wet powder.

He's beginning to understand.

That must be Tyrel.

Hi, Tell.

It's been a while.

Almost ten years.

You weren't much higher than that.

And look at you.

Large,

right on its legs.

One man.

And a brave one.

How's Mum?

She's fine. She's waiting for us to settle in and take her home.

Have a drink.

I hope you have a good reason for being alive and never writing.

I've been traveling since the war.

And I never learned to write.

Doggone it.

How did you get here?

A Purgatorie.

When I heard that there was another Sackett,

I figured two was enough.

You can stay. We need more good hands.

And Cap is getting old.

Don't you dare criticize Cap.

He can still compete with the best.

No, thanks.

I'm going back to the mountains.

You're on a case.

Well..,

it's too early to tell,

but it could be a big one.

You are most welcome.

All of us?

I'm not greedy.

It makes you different

a lot of people.

What do you think?

Do you remember what Dad said?

Gold is risky at best.

It takes time to extract. You'll end up snowed in, Tell.

Highly possible.

I'll stick to cows.

I can't wait to finish and get to Santa Fe.

Anybody waiting for you?

Tyrel?

Someone's waiting for me in Santa Fe too.

You're talking about herd transport...

I was a gold digger.

So do I,

but I've never caught a fever.

You know, Tom, maybe you're right.

I'm too old to chase cows.

You never know when a cow is going to gore you, or when

your horse will fall into a hole

and leave you lying there with a broken leg.

I know these mountains, Tell.

Would you like some company?

I leave at dawn.

I'll be ready.

Good. Good.

Write to Mom and tell her I'm alive and well.

You haven't learned either.

No.

Well..,

it would be nice to know.

Words bring comfort to parents.

I'm going to write to him.

Do it, Tyrel.

Hi, old man.

Don't call me that.

I'm not coming back.

I'm going to find myself a squaw, find some comfort.

It won't be the first time.

- Good luck. - Good luck.

Don't keep all your know-how to yourself, Tom.

Share a little.

I'll try.

- Good luck. - Good luck to you.

Keep your powder dry.

Be careful.

Go straight on to the end of the street.

That's it.

Tavernier.

Yes.

I shared a man's camp in Coyote Canyon last night.

He told me that a man had found a large vein of gold around here,

named Tell Sackett.

It's true. It's true. Who you are.

Ira Bigelow.

And Sackett?

He didn't like to talk about it.

He didn't like talking at all.

I'm not interested in gold.

Is Sackett still here?

No, he's gone.

If not gold, what do you want?

He killed my brother a few weeks ago in Texas.

I'm here to kill him.

"The three of us are fine, and hope to call on you soon.

I kiss you,

Orrin."

Yes.

It's not bad.

It can be improved, but it's not bad.

You'll see when you have to write a...

your ladies.

I'm going to show you something I'd like to give you.

A big book.

- What's it about? - It's called Blackstone.

It's about the law.

And democracy.

The whole should protect all its different parts

and each part should respect the will of the whole.

- Meaning? - Meaning that the majority

should govern, but also protect individual rights.

The fastest way for you to learn to read

is to start with this.

Give it a try. Give it your best shot.

Read this and we'll talk about it every night.

All of us.

What are you doing with a law book?

I was a lawyer.

Yes.

A very long time ago.

- Tom. - What's the matter?

Democracy.

Is she coming all the way here?

If you're in small numbers,

the majority always wins.

Elizabethtown.

- Yeah, it would. - That would make one hell of a party.

Everyone is wanted here.

Even Rosie is on the run.

Who is Rosie?

I'll show you.

You know

- there have been 10 murders here. - Yes.

At least at last count. But you don't eat better food.

Let's find out. Rosie.

- Cap Rountree is that you? - Hi, Rosie.

I don't believe it.

- Have you been faithful to me? - Of course I have.

I don't even know when you passed through here

for the last time.

Good to see you.

Come here and let me look at you.

Are you on the run? Looking for gold?

Gold, Rosie. I'd like to get me some.

My partner, Tell Sackett.

A pleasure.

I'm Rosie McGee, Tell Sackett.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Don't worry about him.

He calls himself Kid Newton.

He arrived three days ago.

He boasts of being an ace marksman.

And he's eager to prove it.

He's just looking for an excuse.

What can I do for you?

Can we find some semblance decent food?

The two biggest steaks you've ever seen.

Shut up and get cooking.

Same old Cap.

No two are alike.

And seductive with it.

Right?

So that's her, Rosie.

It's Rosie.

Is she on the run? Is she a woman?

- She killed a man. - By poisoning his food?

Hey, papi.

Aren't you a little old to be hanging around at this altitude?

It's cold out here.

Air is scarce.

A man your age

should look for a warm place to rest in peace.

You're deaf too.

Hey, you old, worn-out nozzle.

Can you hear me now?

Respect the man, boy.

His wrinkles are his battle stripes.

He fought Indians, a grizzly bear.

He's seen hundreds of peacocks like you lose their feathers.

I don't know who the hell who the hell you think you are, man,

but you're starting to bore us.

Why the gun?

For vermin.

What are you calling me?

A nuisance.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Continue,

and you're going to force me to grab that gun.

And I'll have to kill you.

And it's not done over dinner.

Don't look for it, my boy.

You wouldn't be the first one he buried.

Soon you won't be able to stand on your own two feet.

Get some fresh air.

I said: get some fresh air.

Play.

You've hurt his pride, Tell.

Yes.

He won't forget you.

Better pride than death.

Yes.

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