All language subtitles for Cattle Empire (Marquis Warren, Charles 1958)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_VO

Drag it!

Up and down the street.

Drag it out of town.

Get rid of him.
Drag him out of town.

Drag him outta town!

That ought to help skin him up!

Drag him!

What are they doin'?

Who is it?

It's John Cord.

They're draggin' him.

Are they killing him?

Are they?

Are they?

Yes, Ralph, they're killing him.

Make them stop it.

You hear? All of you, stop it!

You make them stop it.

What about your eyes?

That's enough! That's all!

Who's on the horse?

Me, Mr. Hamilton.

Tom Powis.

Is he still alive?

Yes, sir.

But a couple more runs
up and down this street...

Where's Brewster?

Right here, Mr. Hamilton.

You're the law here.

I put you in office myself.

What kind of a lawman permits
a thing like this to happen

in the streets of Hamilton before his eyes?

Mr. Hamilton, do you know who

that is lying there?

My brother told me.

Maybe Douglas didn't tell you right.

That's John Cord, Mr. Hamilton.

John Cord.

You're right, Mr. Hamilton.

You put me in office.

Everybody here owes you
something, one way or another,

for the good we used to have.

But John Cord came
riding down the street,

bold as daylight.

Why shouldn't he, Brewster?

He served his time.

The town don't feel that way.

When he wouldn't leave,
they wanted him hanged.

I told 'em
I'd let him off
with a dragging,

then strap him
to his horse
and head him out.

That's John Cord, Mr. Hamilton.

If it hadn't been for him,

you'd be able to see
it's me on this horse.

He's responsible for
my little daughter never walking...

Never walkin' again, Mr. Hamilton.

You forgot?

I forget nothing.

I want Cord lifted into my wagon.

I'm taking him to my place.

Put him into my wagon now.

Is that clear?

Do you hear me?!

Do I have to do it myself?

I will.

No, Ralph. Don't, Ralph.

I wouldn't, Mr. Hamilton.

Douglas.

None of you knows
what's good for you.

Help me get this man into my wagon
so I can keep him alive.

So I can keep you all alive.

Better let me strap him to his horse

and head him out of town.

If none of you will help me,
my wife and my brother will.

Janice, Douglas.

I wouldn't do that!

That goes for me, too.

He took this from me, Mr. Hamilton.

Up. I mean it.

I'll kill anybody that tries to help him.

I'm with Tom, Mr. Hamilton.

My wife's in the cemetery
because of him and his men.

My brother's out there, too.

You can't see my store, Mr. Hamilton.

It was over there.

His horsemen ran through it.

They wrecked it!

Like you could see, if you could see.

I've never been able to get it
started again.

I'm doing this for your own good.

Go ahead, Douglas. They won't shoot you.

I'm afraid they will, Mrs. Hamilton.

Your husband refuses to realize
that's John Cord.

I know who he is, Brewster!

I sent for him!

All right, Janice.

Lie still, John.

Otherwise, you're bound
to get dirt fever.

Janice Wilson.

You got your hair done up.

Please lie down.
You might have
a concussion.

Seems like you're always worried about
some kind of concussion.

Heads like mine don't get broken.

Please lie down till the doctor comes.

You know, you'd think a girl so good
at worryin' about a man's health

could be able to worry a little bit
about his spirits.

Don't. You'll make it worse.

A man's in prison, eatin' gall

and gettin' madder every day
for five years...

a letter from his girl'd do
a whole lot for his spirit.

I'm not your girl.

I married Ralph Hamilton.

A new bride?

No, we've been married five years.

Didn't waste any time.

I owed you nothing. You saw to that.

I don't know about... that.

Do you think after
what you did to Ralph

you can walk in here
and help yourself
to his wife?

You used to wear my ring.

Should be my privilege
to kiss the bride.

When a man blinds
another man, he loses
his privileges.

You think I didn't
remember that?

Every day, every night
for five years?

I'd better go find out
what your husband wants.

Who is it? Who is it?

Walk so I can hear you.

Cord?

My ears have eyes, Cord.

So does my memory.

Douglas, get out and stay out.

You might need my help, Ralph.

When I need you,
I'll send for you.

No use to me any longer,
this Winchester.

I fiddle with it just
to keep my hands busy.

The territorial prison
at Yuma is underground.

Before I even got used
to the daylight,

they handed me your message.

You still had eyes.
Did you read it?

Oil is...

It's, uh, it's a good rifle.

Yeah, well, you didn't
ask me to ride 300 miles
to talk about your rifle.

I've got a herd for you to move.

You've got a herd
for me to move?

I'm John Cord, remember?

I remember.

Nobody in his right mind
would ask John Cord
to move a herd now.

Nobody but John Cord
could move a herd this size.

There are 5,000 head
of 4 ringers.

I'm lookin' at this room.

It doesn't make me think
you're desperate.

Doesn't make me think
movin' 5,000 head of cattle

is life or death.

Rooms don't change much.
Bank accounts do.

Yeah, but a man with
5,000 head of cattle...

They're not all mine.

Almost everybody
in Hamilton owns
some of them.

That herd can
make a dying town
come to life again.

Well, that makes my heart bleed.

It's a long time now
I've been hating you,
too, Cord.

Can't we let that
be over and done with?

Why? Because that's
the way you want it?

Because you can't find
anyone else crazy enough

to move a herd for you
at this time of year?

If you get them to Fort Clemson,

you'll be a top
trail boss again.

I'll pay you $15,000 in advance.

$15,000?

Your conscience
bother you that much?

I need you that much.

What's the matter with Garth?

He began to deal from the bottom

the year this happened.

By the time I was able
to take hold again,

he had half my cattle
and was in business
for himself.

He'd like to see
the name of the town

changed from Hamilton
to Garthville.

Well, there's always
little brother Douglas.

He's a green kid.

He'd bring a hundred head
to Fort Clemson...

if he got there at all.

Nope.

You're the man, Cord,
if you'll do it.

The army needs beef
for the troops

and... the Indian reservations.

They're paying good.

I'll pay you good.

I'd be in a position
to ruin you myself

without half tryin', wouldn't I?

Yes. Yes, you would.

Well, I'm not gonna
do that to you, Ralph.

So I'll just
take my torn shirt
and my reputation...

Forget the past, Cord!

Nobody else has forgotten it.

Nobody helped 'em forget it.

You've got to ride
trail for me, Cord!

You got Janice, Ralph.
The score is even.

You can make it.

You try.

Mr. Cord.

Where do you think you're goin'?

That's my business.
You turned him down?

What'd you expect?
Do you know...

Do you know what
it cost my brother
to ask you?

I know.

I hate you so much
it burns my guts.

But if you have to see
all of us Hamiltons
crawl...

well, I'll crawl, too.

I don't care
what you Hamiltons do.

You can't turn him down,
not after what you've
done to him.

You might sleep
a little better,
Mr. Cord,

if you squared
part of your account.

I spent five years in prison
squarin' that account.

I sleep fine.

You're not goin' anywhere!

Even?

You wasting your time,
little brother.

I can't get mad at a kid
I taught to ride and shoot.

Well, I'm not
a little kid anymore.

Then why don't
you take the herd?

I... You know why.

You like hearin' me say it...
Because I'm not good enough.

Now, take the gun.

I'll shoot anyway.

I wouldn't want
to kill you, Junior.

You've got so much
learnin' ahead of you.

Why, there's Little Johnny.

Well, Little Johnny.

Why, George Washington Jeffrey.

I ain't seen you
for some time,
Little Johnny.

Where you been?

You remember my kid brother.

Thomas Jefferson Jeffrey.

Where he's been is his affair.

How, uh... how's your daddy?

Well, he's been dead
for some years now.

Oh, no. Now, I knew
he'd been ailing, but...

Well, I'm sorry, Little Johnny.

Looks like you've
been ailing, too,
eh, Thomas Jefferson?

What he looks like's his affair.

Thanks, Thomas Jefferson.

Who you boys workin' for now?

We ain't.

We just
quit Garth
and his place.

Crazy fool thinks
he can take his herd

to Fort Clemson
this time of year.

He ain't got a chance.

Most of them rivers is bone dry.

For once,
George Washington's
right about somethin'.

Only one trail boss
I ever heard of
might make it.

And he wouldn't try,
would he, John?

I thought when I laid eyes
on Little Johnny

that maybe that's what
he come back for.

We ain't seen you
for some time,
Little Johnny.

What he
come back for
is his affair!

You know, I was thinkin'
of havin' a drink.

Either of you boys interested?

Interested? No.

The only thing
he's interested in

is when you're gonna ask us.

George Washington?
Thomas Jefferson?

Gettin' worse every time
you set foot in it.

Just like everyplace
else in town,

waitin' for the undertaker
to come along and bury it.

Whiskey.

Cork the bottle.

You're not drinking
in my saloon.

There ain't no trouble,
Mr. Grainger.

These fellas just came in.

I said, cork the bottle.

We're fed up with
your troublemakin'.

I'm havin' a drink with two
of my friends, Grainger.

Maybe we'll have another.

When I'm finished,
I'll leave here,

just like anybody else.

Now, listen, Cord...

Wash off the war
paint, Grainger.

You were glad enough
to have his business

when his trail herders
were droppin' their wages
in your till.

That was before he got
his men dead drunk

and turned 'em loose
to ruin us all!

A trail town
should be prepared
to take care of itself.

Wouldn't you say?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd say.

Heard you were back.
Glad to see you.

Hello, Garth.

Set up a bottle
for my old cooks.

Join me.

I've something to say to you.

Just a minute.

Roughed you up a little, huh?

Is that what you had
to say to me?

No.

You turn Hamilton down?

Maybe.

I suppose he told you
I'm movin' herd tomorrow.

He mentioned it.

A lot of trails
we rode together, Cord.

A lot of things
I learned from you.

You can forget 'em.

Some things a man
doesn't forget.

Like John Cord's rule
for a herd-drinking special.

"Always carry
your own keg of whiskey.

"Let the men break it open
in camp to let off some steam.

It keeps 'em from wrecking
an innocent town."

No one seemed
to remember that
at the trial.

My herd gets to Fort Clemson...

Ralph Hamilton's ruined,
and the town with him.

You askin' my help?

I believe in buying insurance,
plenty of insurance.

What do you say?

No end to it, Cord.

Between us, we could build
the biggest cattle empire

this country's ever seen.

I'm not interested
in cattle empires.

But for the Fort Clemson drive,

you got yourself a trail boss.

You can write your own contract.

I'm not interested
in money, either.

Let's invite the boys
over to celebrate
the partnership.
No.

I want to keep it quiet.

Well, we move tomorrow.

I won't be leavin' with you.

What are you givin' me?

I'll join you
in about three days.

Trail boss rides with the herd.

You hit the trail tomorrow.

Head for Horsethief Creek.

I'll stay behind to see
we have no competition.

Fair enough.

You going trail-herdin'
again, Little Johnny?

Look out!

Don't turn around, John Cord...

'cause you're gonna get it

the way your men
gave it to my daddy...

in the middle of the spine.

I just squeeze the trigger...

and I'm the biggest
hero in Hamilton!

Little Johnny ain't got a gun!

Keep pourin', Tom.

I'm gonna pick up my horse
at the sheriff's.

I'll see you.

Whoa, whoa!

Who's there?

It's Cord.

You got yourself
a trail boss, Ralph.

What changed your mind?

You sound as if
you were followin'
a coffin, Douglas.

Garth has started
movin' his herd.

He was supposed to, wasn't he?

We've got us a trail boss
that can feed the herd
on burned tumbleweed,

water it on dry mud,
and get us there

with more cattle
than we had to start with.

Is that all right with you,
little brother?

How many men have
you got for the drive?

Ten good men on the ranch.

We'll need
some to tend
the homebodies.

I'll need all
the good men
I can get.

We can line up
some vaqueros.
Good.

Oh, and I'll want these men
to ride with me, too.

My husband doesn't
read anymore,
John Cord.

Let's hear the list.

Tom Powis, Rex Cogswell,
Jim Whittaker,

Paul Corbo, Dan Quince.

These are the men that
dragged you through town.

What do you want, Mr. Cord?

To get back at 'em?
I want those men.

Some of them
were once good men
on the trail, Douglas.

Yeah, that's right.

When Tom Powis
had both his arms,
when Whittaker...

Cord's your trail boss!
What he says goes.

You want those men,
we'll get them.

It's their herd, too.

I want you, too, Douglas.

Oh, you're makin'
a big mistake, Mr. Cord...

'cause I got both my arms...

and both eyes,
and I'm still young.

I want you to ride
with us, Ralph.

I should've shot you
when I had the chance.

No.

I think it's an act
of great kindness.

Do you know how long
the months would be
waiting here for news?

I'll ride with you, Cord.

May even be
of some use
riding night herd.

Darkness is
a great equalizer
for a blind man.

Cord... You're going, too.

Three days be enough time
for you to get ready?

Three days?

We're not
taking our herd
for exercise, Cord!

We've got to get there first!

Is this my show?

It's your show.

To the herd... to the drive...

to John Cord.

Mr. John Cord.

Don't worry about him.

Trail driving is like
breathing to him.

What are you two doin' here?

Uncle John, don't you know me?

Ain't she growed and stuff some?

Sandy Jeffrey.

Well. You might grow
into somethin'

a man could be
interested in
after all.

Somethin' you could
be interested in?

Don't you remember, Uncle John?

You were gonna wait
for me, and I was gonna
grow up real fast.

Yeah, well, I thought
you boys thought

this was too late
in the year for a drive.

With you, we'd set out
in the dead of winter.

And you know, John,
we can't leave this little

granddaughter of mine
stranded in Hamilton.

I can carry
my weight
on a drive.

That's blackmail.
You better take her on
as cook's louse.

But I'll... I'll eat dust
all day and ride the drag.

I got somebody else
pegged for that job.

I guess you're still pretty
fond of horses, aren't you?

Oh, Uncle John.

You can work in the remuda
with the wranglers.

Just like old times,
Little John.

Ho, now!

Hold it!

Down there.

Do as he says.

Cord?

Here.

All the men you wanted.

Douglas?

Boys from our ranch.

Aruzza's vaqueros.

I am Juan Aruzza, Se? or Cord.

My men and I have agreed
to ride with you

and will follow your orders.

I know your people. They'll do.

Gracias, se? or.

And these are... [I know.

The pride of Hamilton.

All of you
know the rules
of the trail.

I'd like to say something,
Cord, for all of us.

On the trail my men
call me Mr. Cord.

I haven't thrown in
my bedroll yet, Cord.

Say your say, Powis.

We agreed to ride with you...

For me.

For Mr. Hamilton's sake.

It isn't hard to figure
why you picked
the lot of us.

But we'll take anything
you can hand out...

as long as you do
your level best

to beat Garth to Fort Clemson.

If you have any other notions...

Finish, Powis. The day's short.

If you have
any other notions,
we'll kill you.

Is that all?

Anybody else itchin'
to make a speech?

All right. Let's get going.

Bedrolls in the wagon,
line up for work orders.

Mr. Cord?

Ma'am.

Will you give me
my assignment now?

You've got your assignment...

takin' care of your husband.

Butcher that one.

That's one of the finest
cows in the herd.

Shy, a stampede-maker.

Let the chuck wagon have him.

That's the lead steer for us.

Ah, a most majestic
animal, se? or.

I'll take him up to point.

All right, get ready to move.

Just a moment, son.

You've forgotten something.

I didn't forget.

All right, get it over with.

Almighty God...

Thou knowest these men

who bow their heads before Thee.

Hard-working, God-fearing,

they beseech that
Thou go with them

on this arduous journey
they are about to undertake.

We ask for guidance and blessing

for man and beast.

Amen.

All right,
Thomas Jefferson,
let her roll!

One hundred!

Hundred it is!

You drag riders,
tighten up the gap!

Want us to choke to death?

Move up where you can
head off trouble

before it starts.

Move up!

Well, we've got 'em
off to a good start.

Have your riders
trim the flanks.

It's widening out.

I expected
to ride drag and eat
dirt all the way.

Well, nothin' says
we won't eat dirt...

one way or another.

Maybe he just remembered
that we, both of us,

used to ride point.

Uncle John?

I can't tell you
what it means to me.

I mean, all my life
I've dreamed about

ridin' trail with you
all grown-up.

Ridin' with me
means doin' your job.

You belong with the remuda.

You better forget
about the "uncle."

You're gettin'
too grown-up for that.

All right!

Mr. Cord?

What is it, Mrs. Hamilton?

Would you speak to Ralph?
He insists on riding.

Why shouldn't he?

A man needs to feel the wind
and the sun on his face.

That all?

Mr. Cord?

Do you think we'll make it?

Who can tell?

Boy, you sure picked a cozy spot

for our midday rest,
Little Johnny.

We'll bed down here
for the night.

We've hardly trailed half a day.

If I'm not back by dark,
see that they don't scatter
or crowd too much.

Try and get 'em to lie down.

Mr. Cord, just how much time

you plannin' to donate to Garth?

You, Aruzza, take charge

till I get back.

S?, Se? or.

Excuse us, boys.

Sit down.

Missed you.

Been lookin' for you all day.

Hamilton herd's
a good three days
behind you.

Who's takin' 'em?

I am.

You?

Got your rump
in two saddles
at once, huh?

Aren't you spreadin'
your influence

a little too far?

Keep your herd pointed due east.

You should hit
Horsethief Creek
in about 10 days.

Where you takin' them?

Northeast.

Dismal River.

It's bone dry, isn't it?

No. They'll be able to smell it.

It'll be too thin to plow
and too thick to drink.

Those cows will go berserk.

That's a sight a man
would enjoy seein', huh?

You stick with your herd.

I'll be able to join you
after the Dismal.

As I walked out

In the streets of Laredo

As I walked out

In Laredo one day

I spied a poor cowboy

All wrapped in white linen

All wrapped in white linen

As cold as the clay

Ralph.

What lies ahead, John?

Due northeast.

The herd seems to be civil.

They still like my voice.

John, I...

I was wondering.

Is it a starry night?

Yeah, there's plenty of stars.

The moon's comin' up.

You better put this on.

It's gettin' cold.

Good night.

Night, John.

Oh, beat the drum slowly

And play the fife lowly

And play the dead march

As you carry me 'long

Take me to the green valley

There lay the sod o'er me

For I'm a poor cowboy

I know I done wrong

Wrangler?

Wrangler!

Looks like he's been
ridden hard.

Feed him.

Like he's, uh,

covered a lot of territory.

And rub him down.

Wrangler?

That you, Little Johnny?

Thomas Jefferson,
what are you doin' up
this time of night?

Waitin' to see if you're hungry.

No, thanks.

I put your bedroll over there.

George Washington
built you a fire.

You wantin' to be off
by yourself like that,

we figured you'd need it.

You know, John,
there's nothin' much

George Washington and I
wouldn't do for you.

What's the matter,
Thomas Jefferson?

We'd stick by you

till hell froze over

and you could skate on it. Sure.

But if you're aimin' to do what it looks
like you're doin',

if you're plannin'
to lead them fine steers

to ruination, we're walkin' out.

So help me.

When I need a preacher,
Thomas Jefferson,

I'll send for him.

Did you find trouble ahead?

What are you doin' out here?

I want to talk to you.

Seems like everybody
has somethin' to say
to me tonight.

John, it was a mistake
for me and Ralph
to come along.

I want you to send us back home.

Why?

I'm afraid.

I'm beginning to...

to remember things.

And what's wrong
with remembering?

Do you think we'll make it?

Who can tell?

Boy, you sure picked a cozy spot

for our midday rest,
Little Johnny.

We'll bed down here
for the night.

We've hardly trailed half a day.

If I'm not back by dark,
see that they don't scatter
or crowd too much.

Try and get 'em to lie down.

Mr. Cord, just how much time

you plannin' to donate to Garth?

You, Aruzza, take charge

till I get back.

S?, Se? or.

Excuse us, boys.

Sit down.

Missed you.

Been lookin' for you all day.

Hamilton herd's
a good three days
behind you.

Who's takin' 'em?

I am.

You?

Got your rump
in two saddles
at once, huh?

Aren't you spreadin'
your influence

a little too far?

Keep your herd pointed due east.

You should hit
Horsethief Creek
in about 10 days.

Where you takin' them?

Northeast.

Dismal River.

It's bone dry, isn't it?

No. They'll be able to smell it.

It'll be too thin to plow
and too thick to drink.

Those cows will go berserk.

That's a sight a man
would enjoy seein', huh?

You stick with your herd.

I'll be able to join you
after the Dismal.

As I walked out

In the streets of Laredo

As I walked out

In Laredo one day

I spied a poor cowboy

All wrapped in white linen

All wrapped in white linen

As cold as the clay

Ralph.

What lies ahead, John?

Due northeast.

The herd seems to be civil.

They still like my voice.

John, I...

I was wondering.

Is it a starry night?

Yeah, there's plenty of stars.

The moon's comin' up.

You better put this on.

It's gettin' cold.

Good night.

Night, John.

Oh, beat the drum slowly

And play the fife lowly

And play the dead march

As you carry me 'long

Take me to the green valley

There lay the sod o'er me

For I'm a poor cowboy

I know I done wrong

Wrangler?

Wrangler!

Looks like he's been
ridden hard.

Feed him.

Like he's, uh,

covered a lot of territory.

And rub him down.

Wrangler?

Aruzza!

Aruzza!

Hold it.

Nobody cuts out
without my permission.

If you've lost
your stomach
for trail drivin',

you can go home,
but the cows stay
with the herd.

I signed to deliver
4,000 head of cattle,

and I'll deliver 'em
with or without you.

Aruzza, get those cows
back in the herd.

The food stays with the drive.

You want us to starve?

You wanna go home,
that's your business.

All right, we can't
spend the day here eatin'.

We got a herd to move.

Little brother,
you take charge
while I'm gone.

Direction is due north.
Due north?

We've been headin' for the...

Keep movin' till midnight
and drive 'em.

All right, don't anybody

get too comfortable tonight.

We're gonna start
tomorrow before sunrise.

That's a good way to get shot.

You were joining us
at Horsethief Creek.

I'm not gonna join you.

Oh, somethin' up?

I'm gonna do my best
to get my herd

to Fort Clemson before yours.

What changed your mind?

I don't know how
to lead 5,000 head
of cattle to their death,

no matter how I feel
about the people
who own 'em.

That's mighty noble of you.

Somebody'll write
a ballad about you.

What am I supposed to do?

Fold my arms
and let you pass me?

If I can pass you
fair and square,
I'll pass you.

From here on,
it's up to each of us.

You got no complaints, Garth.

With the head start you got,
the odds are all in your favor.

I guess you're still
headin' for Dismal River.

There's no water
in the Dismal.
I told you that.

We're headin'
for Horsethief,
same as you.

Thanks. Thanks for
tellin' me, Cord.

We can ride out
and cut him down.

Doesn't matter
if he gets back
to his herd.

He told me all I need to know.

You notice how set
he was on us goin'
to Horsethief Creek?

Yeah.

That's why
he joined up with me
in the first place,

to make sure we headed there.

And he came tonight
to make double sure.

You know what I think?

I think he knows that
Horsethief Creek is dry.

All right.

We're headin' for Dismal River.

First we crawl, then we gallop.

Makes no sense.

Agua.

We should have quit him
this afternoon

the way you wanted to.

He'll kill us all,
and the cattle, too.

As long as you're
on the trail,
he's the boss.

Well, I for one
wouldn't mind
stringing him up

and relieving him of the job.

You flaunt a good
deal of courage

behind my back, wrangler.

Are you callin' me a coward?

Read your own meaning.

We hit the trail in three hours.

Aruzza? Se? or?

I checked the Dismal.
It's dried up

since I came through a while back,
so we'll take 'em to Horsethief,

even though it's a lot farther.

He's lying.

He hasn't been to the Dismal or Horsethief.

He's been cookin' up some kind
of a deal with Garth.

I know...'cause I followed him.

Next time you leave the herd
without permission,

don't come back.

That all you got
to say, Mr. Cord?

No. There's somethin'
I think you should
all understand.

The real
tough herding's
ahead of us,

so if any of you
think it's been hard
up to now,

any of you want to quit,
now's when you speak up.

I've had all the Cord
herd drive I want.

Thomas Jefferson...

get him his bedroll.

When you get back to Hamilton,
will you tell my wife...

Hamilton's a dead town.

I'm ridin' on to Fort Clemson.

Maybe I can get a start there.

At least one of us
will get there.

You were workin'
into a good man,
Whittaker.

Let him go.

Anybody else?

Could be I was wrong.

Maybe that gun I saw
in Garth's hand

wasn't an act.

Maybe it wasn't.

A beautiful sight, se? or.

You think maybe
we got two days
to give them?

I don't know.

Remember, we got to get the herd

to Fort Clemson first.

You notice there's
no sign of Garth
watering his herd here.

If he took 'em
to the Dismal after
I warned him against it,

we've got our two days and more.

Come on.

Come on.

Isn't she beautiful?

Very beautiful.

So, what are you
gonna do about it?

We'll talk about that
at the end of the trail.

Cord? Gettin'
so I know your horse.

Something's worrying you.

Worryin' me? No, nothing.

A man could be worried
about the stake claims
and not be ashamed.

The cows are fit.
They'll make it
to the Pecos.

Funny thing how
a man can't stop doin'

what he's born for.

Not a man like you, anyway.
A man like me, either.

I've been thinkin'.
When we get to Fort Clemson,

I'll keep right on goin'.

What are you talkin' about?

A blind man's no use on a ranch.

You and Douglas run it.

Run it and share it.

Don't you understand?

I'm offerin' you
everything I've got.

Just make sure
the cattle get through.

There are some things
a man is born for...

some things that don't
rightfully belong to him.

You don't have
to bribe me, Ralph.

I'll get the herd through.

These make 27.

You want me to...

No, that's my job.

What's the matter?
Nobody hungry?

Too tuckered out.

Hang on. We'll make it.

You, uh, mind if I eat with you?

Sit down.

Do you see, se? or, what I see?

The Pecos! We made it!

The Pecos! The Pecos!

Water! Water!

I never knew
you fiddled, Cogswell.

Why didn't you
break it out before?

I didn't feel like it before.

But I fell like it now,
you can bet!

It's only a mile
to Tumbleweed
and two saloons.

Aren't saloon keepers
entitled to some
of our money?

That's right! They sure are!

But the orders are we give
Tumbleweed the wide bunk.

Time he stopped givin' orders,

Mr. high-and-mighty Cord!

Shall we tell him what to do
with his orders?

You said
the word.
It's all right
with me.

And about time!

Hey, trail boss?

We wanna have
some words with you.

We figured that
you didn't mean
the order

that we can't go into town.

I meant it.

You can let us go peaceful...

or do we have to
shove you out of the way?

We'll do it. Believe me.

For five years, you've been
rememberin' a drunken spree

that wrecked your town.

Now you want me
to turn you loose

to tear some other town apart.

We ain't gonna hurt Tumbleweed.

We're decent people.

Decent people
wrecked your store.

Decent people, every one of 'em.

They didn't want
to hurt Hamilton.

They were just
blowin' off steam,

just like you.

These men are different!

I can vouch
for every one
of 'em.

After two months
on a trail drive,
nobody's any different.

You wanna drink? Here!

Soak up all you want.

Now, get out of our way.

Next man that steps forward...

All right, Cord... we're comin'.

Wait, you crazy fools!

Listen to me!

Listen to me!

Don't do something
you'll all be ashamed of
for the rest of your lives.

All we wanna do is go to town.

Let Mr. Hamilton have his say.

When I picked John Cord
as trail boss,

I told you one thing...
he'd get our herd through.

Now let me tell you
something else.

John Cord always carries
his own whiskey, special,

to keep a bunch
of worn-out, trail-crazy,

saddle-tramps like you
from wrecking a town
like Tumbleweed.

Well, he forgot
his brandy barrel
and his preacher feelings

when he hit Hamilton
five years ago!

I'll tell you what happened
five years ago.

It was a time like now,

when there were more
cows than buyers.

John Cord was driving
somebody's herd
from the south.

He camped outside of Hamilton

after six weeks on the trail,

broke open a barrel,
gave his men a chance
to let off steam.

There I was with a herd
of my own ready to start.

And no man who raced
John Cord stood a chance

if he raced him fair.

I was desperate.

So while his men
were having their bout
with the whiskey barrel...

and while he and I
were having a friendly drink,

I had one of my men,
name of Garth,

crack him over the head.

We scattered his herd.

And we... not John Cord...

we turned his
drunken crew loose.

He was the man that
made you blind, wasn't he?

Yes.

He was the one that gave me
the blow that cost me my eyes.

I'll tell you how.

It doesn't matter
anymore, Ralph.

It's time they knew about it.

It's time everybody
knew about it.

John Cord came storming
into Hamilton later that night,

too late to stop
his rampaging crew.

He came looking for me.

He was suspicious.

I was the one he had trusted.

Now he was suspicious.

I had to get mad or else admit

he was right, so I got mad.

I taunted him
about losing control
of his men, his herd!

That's what the fight
in Grainger's saloon
was all about.

You... let him go to prison?

Yes.

I was the guilty one.

But... I felt sorry for myself.

At the time of the trial,
I'd just found out

that I'd be blind
for the rest of my life.

I was bitter, vengeful.

He should'a killed you.

There've been plenty
of times I wished he had.

Now, if you want to drag me

up and down the camp,

no one will stop you.

Mr. Cord.

If you want
to belt me in the face,

I'll hold still.

What I want is a drink.

Who'll join me?

Ralph's back there, Janice.

He...

Well, I... I think he needs you.

The men at least are big enough

to say they're sorry.

You love him very much,
don't you, Sandy?

That's none of your business.

He doesn't even know I'm alive.

What is it?

At the beginning,
when you wouldn't
let me go home,

you wanted to hurt me,
didn't you?

That's all there was to it.

Wasn't it?

I deserved it.

That was in the beginning.

And later?

And now?

Mr. Cord!

Hey, somebody's comin'!

It's Whittaker!

What'd you come back for?

Changed your mind?

Mr. Cord. Where is he?

Well, Whittaker?

I made it to Fort Clemson.

I ran into Garth
in the saloon there.

He took his herd
to the Dismal
and lost it.

Just like you said.

He's hiring gunmen.

He wanted me to join with him.

Join with him for what?

He's planning to wait for you

with 40 men at Indian Pass.

He wants the Hamilton herd.

I hope he wants
the small war
that goes with it.

This is gettin' to be
a real herd drive,
Little Johnny.

I take it you're back
with us, Whittaker.

Thanks, boss.

Let's get ready for Garth.

Get down.

Get down and keep down.

Bein' real smart.

Waitin' for us in a gully.

All right.

He wants to play games...

we can play games, too.

Let's get at it.

He's up there some place.

I think he spotted us.

Well, I've done all I could.

I need your help, Douglas.

You know what you're
supposed to do.

Yes, sir. Lead out!

Cut 'em down!

Senor, over there! Garth!

Come on!

Throw your guns down.

Let him go!

Put your gun away.

Now, turn around.

Do you wanna put your hands up

or you wanna try me?

You don't make sense, Cord.

You're a cattleman,
not a gunman.

I've been around,
and you know it.

You wanna try me?

Yeah.

You'll live.

It's a pity you had
to figure everybody
as crooked as you are.

You could have beat us easy

if you'd believed me
about the Dismal.

You know, we could've
had that empire.

That's the way it goes.

Here's the trail log, Ralph.

To date, we've lost 182 head.

Out of 4,000?

That's the usual Cord miracle.

But why the formal report?

I'll let you know
where you can send my pay.

I'm leaving, Ralph.

Before the herd is delivered?

We're almost there now.

Douglas can take you
the rest of the way.

Next year, he'll be
takin' 'em all the way.

He's a full-fledged
trail boss now.

Why the hurry to leave us?

I hear there's
a lot of grass
in the northwest.

I offered you
a partnership, John.

Somebody's waitin' for me.
I'm plannin' to settle down.

First choice?

Well, you seem to know
what you want, John.

You know best what's right.

Well, the end
of the trail
for us, Ralph.

Trail boss,

say good-bye to the men for me.

Tell 'em they're
as good a bunch of boys
as I ever rode with.

Janice...

I wish you could see
what a pretty little
face she has, Ralph.

It's a good thing
for her you were
on this drive.

John Cord!

That was no way to say
good-bye to old friends.

I'm sorry, Sandy.

Someday you'll understand.

I understand...

and so does Janice.

Only she can't do anything
about it, and I can.

I mean, you don't
play uncle to a girl
for practically all her life

and let her think...
and think about you,

and then just ride off.

It's only proper
to give her a chance.

What kind of a chance?

I'd like a chance to go
to the free grass with you.

I'd like a chance
to get to be first choice.

But you've got so much
growin' up to do, Sandy,

and between now and then
so much forgettin', too.

Oh, I'll never forget.

We'll see.

Will we?

Will you come back and see?

I'll come back.

You promise?

I promise if it gets to that.

It'll get to that.