-My turn. -No, give it to me.
-No, it's mine! -It's mine, give it to me.
-Hey! -Run, Jimmy!
What the heII are you doing, you IittIe vermin? Look at my door!
Get the heII out of here, you IittIe bastards!
My, oh, my.
Hey, kiIIer, what's the count now?
You'II be happy to know that I have sIain 73--
Seventy-four of the enemy thus far today...
...besting my record by this time of day yesterday by four.
-You got another swatter? -No, sir.
And I refuse any offers of heIp.
This is a private feud.
Thanks for the puII, Bob. Here you are.
Good as new. Use it on the next one.
What can I do for you, friend?
I thought you might know of a job, even a temporary job.
Let me Iet you in on a IittIe secret.
I did know of a job one time around here. That was about eight months ago.
-Seven men Iined up to get it. -I shouId have stayed on that train.
-When's the next one? -They've got a very scientific scheduIe.
It's figured in terms of miIes and weight and steam pressures...
...and circumference of the wheeI and revoIutions per minute. It's very precise.
Can't you just teII me when the train comes in?
-That is one secret I do not know. -Oh, heII.
How'd you Iike to make $3.10?
$3.10?
-What do I have to do? -That pIace over there beIongs to me...
...and I'm thinking it don't Iook right. That door...
...sticks out Iike a sore thumb. I want you to repaint it.
I'd do it myseIf, but I'm feeIing pIumb Iazy.
AII I gotta do is paint that door and you'II pay me $3?
Yes, sir.
There is one thing. The feIIa I'm renting that pIace to...
...he's kind of pecuIiar, off in the head.
He might compIain. Thinks he owns the pIace.
-You just pay him no mind. -I ain't Iooking for no troubIe.
How about I give you the money now?
Now, that's a different story.
There you go.
I ain't heard a word. I was in the back the whoIe time.
-Monte. -Shorty. Chet.
-What are you doing? -I'm painting the door.
What the heII do you think you're doing? Look at my door!
-I got a job to do, mister. -Get out! Get out! It's my door!
-I'm a Iawyer! -You're a Iunatic!
Get off my porch, you stupid cIod!
Who you caIIing a cIod, pig-face?
No, no!
Stop!
This is your doing, ain't it?
You couId break a Ieg doing that.
I got two.
Let's go get paid.
Yes, sir.
-Can you do that, Monte? -Yep.
WeII, Iet's see you do it.
-I just did. -What you taIking about?
You got off your horse, I got off mine.
You're standing on the ground, I'm standing too. Ain't that right, Chet?
Yep.
Looks Iike we aII did it, Shorty.
-Afternoon, Mr. RoIIins. -Afternoon, Mrs. WiIder.
The hardware widow.
-What a IoveIy caboose. -I'd Iike to hammer a naiI in there.
Mind your tongue!
-What'd I say? -Ain't you never read the BibIe?
I don't remember nothing about no hardware Iadies in it.
I'm going for a drink.
-What does the BibIe say about widows? -To treat them kindIy.
Hammering a naiI into her might be the kindest thing in the worId for her.
Says something about being respectfuI too.
-Hey. Howdy. -Hey there.
How you doing here?
I'm buying.
Thanks, Chet.
Yeah, thanks, Chet.
-Monte. -Henry.
Here's $2. Keep it for me. I want to be abIe to eat whiIe I'm in town.
Don't give it back even when you're begging for it?
I never beg, Henry.
Even when you threaten to cIimb across and twist my head off?
EspeciaIIy then.
-I sure feeI the chiII. -Winter's coming.
What do you miss most in winter, Shorty?
-The Iadies. -Ladies?
-Yeah. -I heard you had such a fast fuse...
...they hardIy knew you came to caII.
They're aII chipping in to return your money.
That's it.
Why did you do that? EspeciaIIy since we won't see him aII winter.
-You know how he is. -Too short-fused is how he is.
-You don't have to keep needIing him. -NeedIing peopIe's what I do.
-I guess I'II go back to the saIoon. -You know where I'II be.
You had your hair cut.
I didn't want to waste any time.
-Good evening, Mr. RoIIins. -Evening to you, Mrs. WiIder.
Such pretty fIowers.
PIease, come in.
You reaIIy Iove this Iife. Don't you, Monte?
Yes, I do.
I disIike winter very much.
They didn't have winters where you grew up?
Sure, they had winter, big, coId, snowy winter.
But I was a IittIe girI then. It was fun to pIay in the snow.
-And now? -I stiII Iike pIaying in the snow...
...but around here when there is snow, there is no one to pIay with.
Now, that's a sad story.
It is a sad story.
-What are we doing here, Monte? -We're cowboying, Chet.
It's a heII of a Iife.
A cowboy can ride down to Texas and up to Canada and back again...
...and get paid for it. HeII of a Iife.
Yeah. A heII of a Iife.
And this ain't a good stove.
And there ain't any more strays gonna get past here because they're aII frozen.
-Worst winter I can remember. -I seen worse.
You'II feeI different in the spring.
I'II be happy if I can feeI anything in the spring.
This heifer ain't gonna Iast Iong unIess we mother her up.
-You ever been in Iove, Monte? -Nope.
I've been a cowboy aII my Iife.
It might be kind of nice.
Good bottIe of whiskey might be kind of nice too.
I take it back.
I was in Iove once with this IoveIy gaI in EI Paso.
I met her in a cantina. She brought me food...
...and when I Iooked up into her eyes, I just knew.
You know what I'm saying? I just knew that it was gonna be my night.
You've been teIIing me this aII winter.
-You brought it up. -I brung up Iove three months ago...
...and aII you've taIked about is sex!
-Same thing. -No, it ain't.
You're certainIy entitIed to your opinion, but I happen to see it different.
Can you do that, Chet?
Yeah.
But give me a IittIe time to get dumber.
Chet. Monte.
-Brennan. -Howdy, Mr. Brennan.
What's going on here?
These boys Iooking for work. Winter wiped out most of the ranches.
IncIuding the Cross Bar?
Yes, sir.
OId man Hendricks Ieft that for you.
This is a month's pay. We were up there aII winter.
-PIus we got $15 coming for three woIves. -He couId've Ieft us nothing.
-What happened to SIash Y, Mr. Brennan? -It's gone.
A company caIIed ConsoIidated CattIe bought me out, aIong with the rest.
-Who are they? -A pack of accountants, as far as I can teII.
Big Eastern money. They asked me to stay on and run it.
-Range manager is what they caII me. -Accountants.
They want to keep the SIash Y running untiI they know what to do with...
...the other hoIdings. They're gonna put up the money.
CapitaI is what they caII that.
-Cowhands are a dime a dozen right now. -Yes, sir.
But I'm fixing to buiId something reaI speciaI. I'm onIy hiring the very best.
How many horses you need broke?
AIready got a bronc stomper, Monte.
I'm in a position to offer you boys what you might caII a reguIar job.
-How's that sound? -AwfuI.
Bronc stomping's a young man's game, Monte.
You ought to think reaI hard on this one.
It don't take reaI hard thinking on my part. Count me in.
Who's cook?
Skimpy Eagens from the FIying O.
-Hear he can cook. -Yes, sir, he can cook.
I ain't doing nothing I can't do from a horse.
I'm not asking you to, Monte.
I'II be Iooking for you.
Damn winter.
-Henry. -Monte.
You need a haircut.
Don't be messing with my hair in here.
WeII?
Let's go.
What is it exactIy that you have in mind?
I don't know.
Dinner?
-WeII, heII, countess-- -Don't caII me countess.
I thought aII you foreign Iadies was countesses.
Just because a woman is a foreigner doesn't make her a countess.
Anyway...
...I have an appointment.
I have to Ieave.
Oh.
Perhaps...
...I wiII canceI my appointment.
-I do beIieve we're ready. -I do beIieve you're right.
Let's ease up a IittIe.
It wouIdn't do to have oId CaI think we was too anxious.
Yeah.
Who's that?
Monte WaIsh.
Chet RoIIins.
Nobody sits a horse Iike Monte WaIsh.
You used to sit one pretty good yourseIf.
-I used to do a Iot of things pretty good. -You stiII do.
You shouId know, Sairy.
I do.
-Howdy, Mr. Brennan. -Mrs. Brennan.
-Morning, boys. -FeIIas...
...I heard about what happened to the Cross Bar.
Yes, ma'am. Rough winter.
For us aII, Monte. For us aII.
Chet and Monte, I want to introduce you two boys to the future.
Twentieth century in person, Robert SIocumb.
-This is Chet RoIIins and Monte WaIsh. -PIeased, I'm sure.
Same.
-Robert. -Robert's from ConsoIidated CattIe.
-He's here two weeks Iearning cowboying. -Two weeks?
What'II he do the second week?
A coupIe of the boys are out castrating caIves.
Chet, maybe you and Monte wouId Iike to put Robert to work.
Oh, no, no. That's fine. I'm more interested in the business part.
That is the business part.
WeII, I meant the numbers and such.
Robert's a great one for the numbers.
-How about turning a herd in a thunderstorm? -Robert's a great one for the numbers.
-I couId teII that. CouIdn't you, Chet? -I couId teII that.
-Looky here. -Hey, Sunfish.
Haven't seen you boys in a whiIe.
Hi, Monte. Chet.
How's the grub?
Good. It's good.
-Hey, Joe. -Hey, Chet. Monte.
-Hi. -Who's got what?
Those two don't beIong to no one.
You pIay that thing much?
-Yeah, unIess peopIe object. -I object.
You don't Iike music?
I do.
How's the grub?
Good. It's good.
-Who's the foreman of this outfit now? -Hat Henderson. You know him?
Know of.
He's aII right.
Name's Sug. Sugar Wyman. I got throwed.
Monte WaIsh.
Chet RoIIins.
I heard about you.
Anything good?
Heard you used to be the best bronc rider south of Snake River.
North of the Snake too.
Mr. Brennan reckons he has the best bronc stomper in the territory.
What do you say?
He better take good care of him. Who is it?
Why, Shorty Austin, of course.
My, oh, my.
Come and get it!
-Howdy. -Hey, boys.
Hat Henderson. I'm foreman here.
-Chet RoIIins. -Monte WaIsh. How you doing?
Better, since I gave up hope. DaIIy Johnson.
-Nice to meet you. -DaIIy.
WeII, I'II be damned.
You aIready are.
-Monte. Chet. -Hey, Shorty.
-Ain't you hungry? -Too tired to eat, I guess.
Not eating makes you tired.
-Smart dog. -So, Monte...
...Sugar down there teIIs me you...
...don't agree with Brennan about Shorty here.
WeII, that depends on your definition of bronc stomping.
God aIIow as I seen Shorty kiII a few in his day...
...there are some peopIe who see it kinder to shoot a horse than to ride it to death.
That smeII ain't something you get entireIy used to, that's for sure.
If you're starving, you'II eat.
Can't somebody teII him?
TeII the cook? You know better than that.
-Where was you Iast? -Cross Bar.
How's the cook?
Nothing Iike you.
-Amen. -Ain't that the truth?
-What are you doing?! -I got his Ieg!
Come over here!
My Ieg!
Giddap.
Easy. Easy. Steady, now.
PIayfuI, ain't he?
-Watch him, Shorty. -I got him, I got him. That's it.
I busted everything so far...
...except this bay horse. You can have him for a pet when I'm done.
Think I'II Iive that Iong?
Watch...
...and Iearn.
Turn him Ioose!
Stay on him, Shorty!
Stay with him!
He don't even want the saddIe.
He's something, huh?
It's stiII a horse, ain't it? Think maybe he's too much for you?
WeII, I'm the onIy one gonna find that out.
Giddap.
Hey, Monte.
If that oId wagon's too tough for you to ride...
...I can get oId man Brennan's rocking chair for you!
-Something on your mind? -Yep.
Wanna teII me?
TiII just now, I didn't think there was a horse foaIed that I couIdn't ride.
Now what do you think?
He's Shorty's worry, not mine.
Howdy.
Good morning.
-Where you want it? -You can drop it right there.
Don't you boys be feeIing sorry for me fixing fence.
Boys say you rode with GeneraI Hooker in the war.
That's right. Took his name too.
Fighting Joe Hooker, that's me.
I was charging aIongside of him in '63...
...when he Ied the army of the CumberIand at Missionary Ridge.
We was aII young on Missionary Ridge.
Thought we'd aIways be that way...
...or die young.
I've had a good Iife.
GeneraI Hooker's pipe.
His missis gave it to me.
Anything eIse we can do for you, Joe?
You can bring me two women and a fine bottIe of whiskey.
So Iong, Joe.
TaIks Iike his Iife is over with.
Might as weII be, riding fence.
Mr. Brennan.
Have a good time, boys.
I shouId charge you for haircuts.
I shouId charge you for something.
How much you've cost me aII these years.
Don't compIain, or I'II start charging you.
You don't think I'm worth paying?
Oh, yes.
You're worth it.
Are aII you foreign Iadies so interested in a man's hair?
I don't know.
Finished.
How do I Iook?
The Iight is better over here.
It's mine, Sunfish! It's mine!
Goddang it! Hey!
Them's Brennan's mustangs.
They beIong to them accountants.
Makes no difference who owns them...
...'cause we never done it for the owner anyway.
-Monte, you cowboy for the money? -Not IikeIy.
-Me, I Iike the hours. -Me too. I Iove sIeeping Iate.
These horses are going to the raiIhead. Then they're army property.
Let's get at it.
Move!
I'II turn them, Monte!
Giddap!
What kept you, Shorty?
There they are.
Let's have a IittIe fun.
That's it!
Sons of bitches.
-That's it. -HoId on. Let's not get too hasty.
Hasty? I'm fixing to rip someone's arms off.
I'm gonna rip somebody's head off ! Come on, Joe!
What the heII.
This is gonna be one heII of a mess. Let's get out of here.
We'II come back and pick up these nags Iater.
Let's puII, boys!
Keep it tight, boys! PuII!
Son of a bitch!
-Tear it off of there! -Come on, guys, come on!
Come on!
Damn sons of bitches!
Sons of bitches! You stinking coward!
No caII for gunpIay.
No caII for this thing, neither.
No. No caII.
This was a nice, simpIe fistfight, NewIey.
No reason to be hitting someone with a wrench.
Yeah, weII, I thought it was a hoIdup.
They wouId've had their guns out, stupid.
And what in hoIy heII am I gonna do about this train now?
Can't get any decent draft with no stack.
-I can't budge the damn thing! -What's your name?
Rudy.
Rudy, you can't have no idea how IittIe I care.
Come on, Iet's go.
Forget these bastards.
Joe, how's your head?
I sure know I got one, but that won't bother my riding.
-How's that Ieg? -My ankIe doesn't feeI too good...
...but it won't be nothing on a horse.
Sugar! DaIIy! Get them horses over here.
We got 43 foaI critters to find!
I see that they had provocation. I even sympathize.
But the company wouId never approve payment.
Those men are personaIIy responsibIe. They're gonna have to pay.
The company wiII require them to pay.
The company doesn't know anything about horses.
It doesn't know anything about men.
Are you saying the raiIroad shouIdn't get paid?
No, sir, that's not what I'm saying.
Our boys stomped on that raiIroad crew pretty good.
Tore up their rig. RaiIroad's got a right.
Then?
Our boys make $25 a month, buy their own gear.
They are not going to pay.
I'm ordering you to make them pay.
I can fire you, you know.
You'd Iose your job for them?
I'd Iose my Iife for them, and they wouId for me.
Who are you peopIe?
Maybe the company wiII pick up part of it. That's the best I can do.
See, these boys have no home except for a horse and a cook shack.
They got no property but a saddIe and a gun.
They don't earn any money. Got no wife, got no kids.
They spend their entire Iife pushing cattIe around to where they don't want to go.
Sounds Iike a terribIe job.
Yes, sir, it is a terribIe job, but it's their job.
AII they got is freedom and pride...
...keeping their word and Iooking out for one another.
AII they got is their ruIes.
And where are these ruIes written down?
They're not written down, you damn fooI.
They're Iived.
But they work for us.
They don't work for anybody. They work for the Iife.
How do you know aII of this?
'Cause that's how you are.
Which is why the company has to pay the raiIroad.
And if we don't, you'II quit?
Every Iast one of us.
WeII, Mr. Brennan, there aren't any other jobs.
And before I go, I wiII kick your ass.
The company wiII pay.
You ain't eating, countess.
No, I'm not.
Is something bothering you?
-Yes. -You wanna teII me about it?
No.
-You gonna eat them potatoes? -You can take them.
-You sure? -Yes.
I Iike to see you eat.
How come you ain't sIeeping?
This is our Iast night.
I'm moving to AnteIope Junction.
That ain't no pIace.
I know...
...but I operate in a profession of diminishing returns.
What's that mean?
It means that things change. There's no one Ieft here...
...except town peopIe and a few farmers.
WeII, you can do better than that.
AnteIope Junction has a raiIroad spur.
There's nothing eIse I can do.
-Things don't have to change. -Monte...
...as time goes by, we aII have to take the best we can get.
Perhaps, one day, you'II find that the same appIies to you.
I ain't changing.
Oh, God, I hope not.
AnteIope Junction's 20 miIes away.
-It's better part of a month's pay. -No.
-To heIp settIe in. -No, I've never taken any money from you.
It ain't money, it's capitaI.
That's what they caII it these days. Go on.
Come on, now.
It ain't Iike I don't have a horse.
Hey.
-How is it with the herd? -Good.
It's good.
You serve up some of your revenge for breakfast, Skimpy?
Don't have to be for breakfast. CouId be anytime.