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You going to shave, Pa?

Maybe Saturday,
if we go into town.

What are we going
to use for money?

That feller in town
said he'd have some

for that 40 head
of cattle by Saturday.

Better get breakfast started,
son-- here comes your brother.

Jack, I thought I told you
to bury that hide.

I thought I'd eat first, Pa.

Then get it out of sight.

That's a Ponderosa brand.

When a man steals beef
from his neighbor,

he usually tries
to bury the hide.

Didn't you have time?

Well, now, then, you-you
wouldn't mind if we waited

till we ate our breakfast,
would you, Mr. Cartwright?

No, not at all.

You wouldn't even
have to bury the hide

if you told me you needed beef.

A big man like Ben Cartwright...

we didn't figure you'd want to
be bothered with us Tatums.

Any man needs eating
beef on the Ponderosa,

all he has to do is ask for it.

Well, seeing as you got
several thousand head,

that's right generous.

But if he doesn't ask for it
first, he's stealing.

You calling me a thief?

You've already taken land, Josh.

This ranch house of yours is
more than a quarter of a mile

inside the Ponderosa lines--
I never said a thing about that.

You ain't figuring to
throw us off our place,

are you, Cartwright?

Gus!

Right here, Pa.

I got him right in my sights.

You just say the word, Pa, and
I'll pull this here trigger.

Drop the gun belt, Ben.

Now just get off the horse.

Jack, move this critter
out of the way.

Now, Ben, you've been pushing
people around so much,

maybe you forgot how it feels
to get pushed a bit yourself.

Pushing people around?

I ride in here,
I find that hide there

with the Ponderosa brand on it,

one of your kids got me
in his rifle sights...

- who's pushing who, Josh?
- Now you tell me our place

is a quarter mile
inside the Ponderosa.

Well, isn't it?

You got money, you got the law.

You can probably prove it and
push us off any time you like.

Josh, I could have done it
a long time before this.

Yeah, and now for
one lousy steer,

you're going to
try it, aren't ya?

No, Josh.

I got something for you
to remember, Cartwright.

We don't push easy.

Big man!

He don't look so big now.

Pa sure cut him down to size.

What do you kids know about it?

Well, you whupped him,
didn't you, Pa?

Yeah, I guess so.

But it wasn't no waltz like
you young pups seem to think.

Where's Pa?

He rode out before daylight.

Oh, I wish he wouldn't do that.

Oh, he's fretting
over those rustlers.

I heard him down here
pacing the floor last night

like a caged-up cougar.

Well, what's he
think he's going to do?

Ride out and corral
them all by himself?

Well, he'd give it a try.

That's the big
trouble with Pa,

he still thinks
he's 21 years old.

He ought to start
taking it a might easier.

Hmm. You tell him, huh?

Well, somebody ought to.

Don't look at me!

Morning, boys.

Morning.

Thank you.

Horse throw you?

No.

Did you bump into
a limb or something, Pa?

No.

You, uh, forget to duck?

What happened?

Got into a little scuffle.

- Into a little scuffle?
- Mm.

Who with, Pa?

Oh, forget it.

Forget it? Why?

Because if I told
you who it was,

you'd all run out of here
hot-headed and itchy

and looking for trouble,
and you'd find the trouble,

there'd be some gunplay,
and somebody would get hurt.

Better change my shirt.

I wonder who it was.

I don't know.

A man Pa's age ought not to
go around getting into fights.

Age has nothing to do with it.

I never knew a man yet
who didn't think

he was as good as
the best day he ever saw.

Yeah, remember
the time Sam Lucas

tried to beat
the heck out of you?

Yeah.

That old man must have
been 70 or 75 years old.

- Didn't weigh 100 pounds.
- Oh, ran you out of town.

Mm, I had to run.

He was going to bust my head
in with that pickaxe handle.

You know, maybe we can
try to talk Pa into

taking it a little easy
or something, huh?

Yeah, sure, we're gonna
set him in an easy chair,

give him his pipe and slippers--
mm-mm, not me.

Well, nothing like that,
but, uh, we might suggest

that he cut down a little on
the physical side of things.

Do a little more
supervising, huh?

Just supervising? Pa?

Well, why not?
Other ranches have supervisors.

Yeah, I reckon they do at that.

Maybe we could talk Pa into it.

Yeah, maybe we could try.

It won't be easy.

Let's eat now and
think about it later.

Pa...

Pa...

If you boys are still
trying to figure out

who I had the fight
with, forget it.

Oh, no, sir.

We just wanted you
to avoid them scraps.

Fine, I'll avoid them.

Now, let's get to business.

As far as I can figure things,

we've lost about 200 head of
cattle in the last three weeks.

If it keeps up this way,
we'll be out of beef.

So we're going to do
something about it.

Now each one of you
boys flips a coin...

two of you go with me,
odd man stays home.

Well?

Pa, it's a pretty hard ride
up there in that country.

And it gets colder than
a polar bear's nose.

And there's no telling
what kind of trouble

we're gonna run into, Pa.

Well, if you boys don't
want to come along with me,

I can always take Hop Sing.

No, Pa, that...
that ain't it, it's...

well, the fact is, we think
we all ought to go.

All of us?

Someone has to stay home.

Why don't you stay?

I never have!

Yeah, we...

we know you ain't never, Pa,
and, well, that's our point.

See, we were thinking maybe

you ought to start
taking it a little easy.

Like supervising, huh?

You, uh...

you boys think I might
be getting too old

for this sort of thing?

Now, we didn't say that.

What did you say?

What did we say, Adam?

You know what we said.

Yeah.

Well, Hoss?

Well, Pa, we...
doggone it, we...

we think you ought to start
taking it a little easier, Pa.

A man gets a certain age, he
ought to slow down a little bit.

Now, we ain't saying
you ought to be

put out to pasture
or nothing, it's...

Well, that's comforting.

And-and, well, you know...
you know, a man with three sons

ought-ought to be able
to get a little

of the load taken off his back.

Hmm.

Well, that doesn't sound
too bad to me.

Sounds pretty good.

You... you mean you don't mind?

Well, why should I mind?

Well, we thought that...

Well, stop thinking
and stop jawing, and get to it

or else the whole day
will be gone.

- We're on our way, Pa.
- Be back before dark.

Yeah, and-and with the rustlers.

- Be back by supper.
- Right. -Right!

Uh, Pa, are you sure
you'll be all right?

I'll try to make out, Hoss.

Looks like a box canyon to me.

Yeah, but the tracks
say it ain't so.

They go in,
but they don't come out.

There might be a way out
at the other end.

Or else they're still in there.

I sure don't like
the looks of it.

I'd hate to get trapped
in there.

You want to find those rustlers
or don't you?

Well, yeah,
but I want to find them;

I don't want them finding me.

Let's just be mighty careful.

I sure don't like
the looks of this.

I don't know what you two
are going to do,

but I'm going to get myself
a little closer to the ground.

I ain't gonna sit up here
like no crow on a fence post.

Cover me, Joe!

Right.

How is it?

How should I know?
I ain't seen it yet.

Let's take a look.

In and out, slick and clean.

Adam, I ain't... I ain't never

going to tease you again
about wearing them clean shirts.

Well, the only reason
I wear them

is 'cause I knew you'd
get shot one day.

That'll stop the bleeding.

You'll be fine
as a frog's hair in no time.

You all right?

Yep. I reckon I am.

We ain't got ourselves
many problems.

We lost our horses,
we ain't got no food and water,

and even if I could walk,
we couldn't get out of here.

Them fellers are using
real bullets up there.

On top of all that,

it's going to be so cold tonight

it'd freeze the hide right off
of a drunken cowboy.

And we can't build no fire.

Well, at least we did one thing.

What's that?

Well, we found the rustlers.

Worry, worry.

You get bellyache.

You better eat now.

No, I'll wait a while.

The boys should be along soon.

Maybe they sleep out tonight.

No, I don't think so.

They said they'd be back
before dark.

Besides, they didn't take
any food with them.

They be back.

Hmm?

Mr. Hoss up there.

He smell food cooking, he come
to food like homing pigeon.

Go.

What do you smell?

Nah, it can't be.

It can't be what?

I... I swear I can smell
Hop Sing's cooking.

We're over a half day's ride
from the house.

You can't smell that distance.

I don't know about that.

I remember once Hoss smelling
biscuits in a sandstorm.

The storm was over
and we got home,

sure enough,
there were the biscuits.

- Remember that?
- Yeah.

I wish I didn't.

Roast pork and sweet taters?

You come eat.

Roast pork, sweet potato.

Keep warm much longer,
all dry up.

I'm afraid they've run
into some kind of trouble.

Always do.

You eat.

I'm not very hungry, Hop Sing.

They catch trouble, okay.

How you help by not eat?

Just in case, better put that
back in the oven.

You want me sit up all night
keep fire in cook stove?

No, you can let it go out.

Uh, when the boys come back,
I'll fire it up again.

Nah.

Oh, man, it's colder

than a well digger's toenails
out there.

Where's Curly?

Oh, he's keeping an eye
on them Cartwrights.

Throwing in a couple of shots
now and again,

just to let them know
who's boss.

Any doubt in your mind
who's boss around here?

Didn't mean nothing by that.

Ah.

Never thought coffee'd taste
better than whiskey.

But it does.

How long before dawn?

What you worrying about?

Sun comes up, it comes up.

You figure come daylight we can,
uh, pick off them Cartwrights

and get the herd
on the trail, huh?

Sure. Sure.

Do you think I'd throw in
with Josh Tatum,

didn't know what I was doing?

Oh, you got it
all figured out, boss.

I mean, they ain't going nowhere
without them horses.

And that big feller's hit
in the leg and...

Only thing is, they'll be
dug in deep by daylight.

Well, then, we'll dig them out.

Providing old Ben Cartwright
doesn't come

looking for his boys
at that time.

That old goat? What can he do?

What can he do...?

Well, he's just
one more man, ain't he?

Sometimes that one more man
is just one too many.

The Tatums are due here
in the morning

to help drive the herd.

That makes six of us.

Figure three to pick off
them Cartwright pups, that...

that leaves three
to take care of the old man.

That ought to do it.

Yeah, it should.

You know something?

One slug takes care of one man.

I don't care who he is.

You're new around here, Johnny.

Yeah.

Maybe that's what you need.

Somebody who don't
get the shakes

around old Ben Cartwright.

I'll take care of him.

Johnny.

Just see that you do.

Feller up there
is a mighty good shot.

- Yeah.
- Ain't no way to get at him.

Where is he?

You see them rocks up there?

The great big one on the left

and the two little ones
on the right

just piled on top of each other?

- Yeah. -He's behind
those little ones on the right,

and there ain't no way
to get at him.

I'll get him.

What you gonna do,
shoot through the rocks?

Nope.

All those times
we were in Virginia City

and you were busy chasing girls

and he was busy
throwing people over tables,

you know what I was doing?

Probably down at the bank
counting your money.

Yeah, checking the books

to find out if the bank's
going to go broke.

No, I was improving my education
playing billiards.

That big rock on the left's
the cushion,

character behind the little rock
is the object ball,

and the slug is the cue ball.

Reckon you hit him?

Well, I should've.

The angle was right.

What'd you do,
try to change position?

Wise guy down there must have
bounced one off the rocks.

You reckon Pa started out
after us yet?

I doubt that.

After we told him we'd do
all his fighting for him.

He's probably sitting at home
taking it easy,

waiting for us to ride in.

- You go now, Mr. Cartwright?
- Yeah.

You go Virginia City,
get sheriff?

No, there's no need for that.

You think no trouble.

Yes, I think no trouble.

What have you got there?

Sandwich.

This for Little Joe
and Mr. Adam.

This for Mr. Hoss.

Seems about right.

You tell Mr. Hoss I cook
turkey for supper.

Oh, that's fine.

What are the rest
of us going to eat?

It's pretty funny joke,
Mr. Cartwright.

Now not so funny.

Have to kill another turkey,
pick another turkey,

stuff another turkey,
cook another turkey.

Big joke. Good-bye.

Josh!

That'll be far enough.

Hand over that rifle.

Your gun belt.

So, that's the way
it's going to be, huh?

I give you a beating.

Now every time I poke my face
out of the brush,

I'm looking down a gun barrel.

You're kind of a poor loser,
ain't you, Ben?

You stole one of my steers,
you're on my land.

For all I know,
those wolf pup sons of yours

are behind a tree, right now,
with a bead on me.

If that were so, you wouldn't be
standing there talking about it.

Now, come on,
give me back my guns.

I'll give them back to you
when I'm ready.

You're getting mighty edgy over
one measly steer, ain't you?

I already told you, Josh,

any man needs food can get
a steer just for the asking.

But the Ponderosa's lost
hundreds of head

in the past month,
through rustling.

I'm not edgy over
the one you stole.

And I ain't edgy over
the hundreds you lost,

Unlessen you're accusing me
of being part of it.

If I was, I'd tell you.

How about my guns?

You'll find your guns
about a mile up the trail.

Back feels
better that way.

What's the matter, Ben,
don't you trust me?

No, I don't trust you, Josh.

Besides,
I gotta be on my way.

Oh, you Cartwrights always got
big things to do, ain't you?

Big enough for me--
going after my sons.

Your sons?!

What happened?
They lost or something?

They went up
into the high country

to look for the rustlers.

They didn't get back last night.

I'm going after them.

No posse?

You going all by yourself?

Haven't got time for a posse.

They're my sons.

What would you do
if they were yours?

No sign of him yet?

Nah.

If he's coming, he ought
to show up pretty soon.

Now, he's gotta
come up that draw.

When he does-- ptth!--
like a sitting duck.

Yeah? Well, if he's alone,
you can take him.

If he's got a posse along,

empty that rifle
and we'll get out of here.

Hey, how's Curly?

Staying away from rocks,
you can bet.

He ain't hurt too bad.

I got a bandage on it,
stopped the bleeding.

Man, I sure could use
some whiskey.

Should've thought of that.

I did.
Had a pint in my saddlebag.

Where is it now?

Gave it to Curly.

He needs it more than you do.

Well, you tell him
to save some for me,

so I can get this night chill
out of my bones.

You just take care
of old Ben Cartwright,

I'll see that you get a case
of the stuff.

Hold it!

You took long enough
getting there.

We ain't rich enough
to buy horses.

They hang a man
for stealing them.

We come as soon as we could.

Which way did you come?

Up over the ridge,
like I said I would.

I don't suppose you seen
anything of Ben Cartwright?

Yeah, I seen him,
right after I started out.

He had me bushwhacked
as pretty as you ever seen.

How come he didn't
shoot at you?

I talked him out of it,
that's how come.

I can handle Ben Cartwright.

We don't have to worry
about him, anyway.

Johnny's waiting for him.

So he didn't go to
Virginia City for a posse.

Looks like we got
them Cartwrights

right where we want them.

Maybe you have
and maybe you ain't.

Where's Johnny?

He's covering the draw
where Ben's got to come.

One of you go down
there and back him up.

Wait, there's no
need for that.

Johnny can take
care of him.

A chipmunk couldn't
get by him.

I don't care if
a chipmunk get by or not.

I'm thinking about
Ben Cartwright,

and I don't want that old coot
getting in here.

Gus, you go down there and
back him up, just like I said.

Ben got you spooked?

He ain't nine feet tall.

I know, I know, but we ain't
taking no chances.

Now, where's Curly?

Keeping them three
Cartwrights pinned down.

You know something, one of them
got Curly in the shoulder.

I told you to be
careful, didn't I?

Jack, go spell Curly off.

Whereabouts is he, Jake?

See that needle-pointed
rock over yonder?

He's hunkered down behind it.

Better let him know
you're coming.

He's getting skittish
as a hungry coyote.

Have some coffee.

Where's the herd?

Up on the mesa--
plenty of grass there.

Ain't nowhere
for them to go.

What you worrying about?

Ben Cartwright.

I told you I got...

I know, you told me
Johnny's taking care of him.

And Johnny ain't but a kid.

He don't know Ben Cartwright.

Ben's got to come up
through that draw.

And Johnny's got him in
his sights-- he can't miss.

He ain't there.

What do you mean,
he ain't there?

Well, like I said,
he ain't there.

I looked all over for him.

You never should have sent
that dern kid down there!

Why didn't you let
a man handle it?!

He might have
changed position.

Do you believe that?

No, I reckon I don't.

Where that old
buzzard is now?

Howdy, Josh.

I wished I had a
quart of that stuff.

That slug still in there, Curly?

Yeah, it's still in.

Feels just like a
hot branding iron.

Josh, how about us
getting this over with

so I can get to a sawbones?

I've got to get this
slug out of here.

Yeah, you take it easy
for a spell, Curly.

And you favor that shoulder.

Gus, you go on back down
to where Johnny was

and keep your eyes peeled.

Jake, let's you and me see
if we can't do something

about these Cartwright boys.

Get the rifles.

If Pa is coming, I sure hope
he brings some sandwiches.

I swear my stomach's so empty

a chicken liver would feel
like a full meal.

Well, you can't have any food.

How come?

You're wounded.

A wounded man ain't supposed
to have anything.

Not even water.

Dad burn it, I'm wounded
in the leg, not in the belly.

Well, that don't make
any difference, right, Joe?

That's right. I heard it
from a doctor in Virginia City.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm. It'll kill ya.

Why, them dirty,
no-good-for-nothin', grubbin'...

Take food right out
of a man's mouth.

- Hey, Adam.
- Yeah?

See that little clump
of rocks up there,

- that dead bush in the middle?
- Yeah.

I got me a real
live one in there.

He's setting up a pattern.

Every time I squeeze
off a round at him,

he fires one back at me

before I can even clear
my chamber.

Watch.

- You see him?
- Uh-huh.

Try him again--
he's getting careless.

He's hit.

Yeah, you didn't even shoot.

That's right.

Hey, must be Pa.

Hey, hot diggity!

It is Pa!

Cover him. He's coming in.

Hope he's got some sandwiches.

We figured you weren't coming.

Hey, Pa, did you bring any food?

Yeah, I did.

It was in my saddlebags,
but I got bushwhacked.

My horse spooked and run off.

What happened to your leg?

Oh, I-I got shot.

It-It didn't bust
no bones, I don't think.

I can't, I can't
walk on it, though.

Uh, Pa, what kind of
food was in them bags?

I don't know-- Hop Sing said
something about turkey,

and I suppose there was some

of that real tender
roast beef of his.

Dadburn it.

Since you didn't
make it here with it,

I sure do wish he'd
have sent cheese.

Cheese, why?

'Cause I don't like cheese.

Thought maybe you went
to Virginia City

to get the sheriff and a posse.

Oh, by the time I realized
it was real trouble,

I didn't have a horse.

Well, we don't want you to think

we're not glad
to have you with us, Pa.

But that puts you
in the same jam we're in.

Why not?

My name's Cartwright, too,
isn't it?

Bad, son?

Not too bad.

Easy, boy.

How'd it happen?

I don't know.

I was shooting down
at them three Cartwrights,

next thing I know, I'm hit.

Couldn't have been
one of them, though.

They didn't have
that angle on me.

Ben Cartwright.

Had to be.

Johnny's gone...

now you're hit.

There.

That'll take care
of the bleeding.

Pa, is it busted up bad?

Naw, it ain't nothing
but a scratch!

You'll hardly even have a scar
to show to some pretty gal!

Give him another shot
of that whiskey.

How is it?

Well, how would it be?

He's shot, ain't he?

I was just wondering.

Living this way,
I always figured

we'd catch some lead one day.

But thinking about it

and seeing your boy with a slug
in him is two different things.

He might have been killed.

This ain't exactly a bee sting
I've got in my shoulder.

Yeah, I know it, Curly,
but it ain't the same thing.

It may not be the same
to you, Josh,

but it's the same thing to me.

Well, them old buzzards
holding up six men...

it sure seems like...

What six men?

Ain't you forgetting something?

Johnny's gone,
you and Jack are hit.

The way I figure, that
leaves only three, not six.

Stinkin' Ben Cartwright!

Why did he have
to stick his nose into this?

What's he gonna do?

Let us keep his boys pinned down
till he runs out of ammunition?

One of 'em's wounded.

You think he's gonna like that?

That'll turn him as
mean as a trapped cougar.

He all right?

He's gonna be.

Did you see Gus?

Yeah, Gus is all right,
but I seen something else.

What?

Ben Cartwright is down there
with his boys.

What'd I tell ya?

Anybody else with him?

No, but he got in there
with a couple of rifles

and probably
some extra ammunition.

He's gonna be a tough nut
to crack.

I never said
he wouldn't be, did I?

You never said nothing!

You're so full of ideas,
now, come on,

let's hear one of 'em.

Well, first off, I think

you better take
Curly across country

to Silver City
and find a sawbones.

That slug in his shoulder
has got to come out.

All right, all right,
but what about the herd?

Right now, that herd we rustled
don't seem so important.

What are you aimin' to do,
just walk out of here?

You got a better idea?

Yeah! I'll give the orders.

Now why don't
you just try that?

Ah, I never should have
throwed in

with you in the first place.

I might know you'd go soft.

Just because a man don't
want to see his sons get killed

don't mean he's goin' soft.

As far as I'm concerned,
it does.

Uh...

Curly, think
you can set a horse?

You just lead me to him.

All right, we better
get out of here.

Curly, you take care
of that shoulder, boy.

Thanks, Josh.

What are you doing
that for, Pa?

For to keep from getting shot
when I talk to Ben Cartwright.

What do you want
to talk to him for?

You got shot.

They might get Gus.

It's pretty quiet, Pa.

Yeah.

Hey, Pa, look.

It's Josh Tatum.

Dang if I trust him.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

- But Pa!
- Never mind. Just do as I say.

I'm still running this show.

Howdy, Ben.

Josh.

How's the big 'un?

A little late to show
concern, isn't it?

And for the record,

he has a clean wound in the leg.
He'll be all right.

Jack got shot in the arm.

Well, what'd you expect,
that nobody'd get hurt?

Ben, I didn't figure
it'd turn out this way.

You see...

we've been rustling
some of your stock.

Well, it didn't
seem like much,

you having so many.

Didn't hardly
seem like stealing.

And I suppose ambushing my sons
didn't seem much like shooting!

I was miles away when
the big 'un got shot!

Oh, now you're gonna tell me
that if you'd been here,

you'd have put a stop to it!

I done a lot of things
in my time

that I ain't proud of, Ben,

and today, I might have gotten
my kids killed.

I might have killed one
of yours.

You're alive right now
because you didn't.

All right, Ben!

I only come back here because
I'm sorry for what I done!

I figured you was man enough

to take into account
that I ain't rich!

I ain't no boss
of no Ponderosa!

I got the same feeling toward
my boys as you got toward yours!

Well, maybe you
ain't man enough.

Maybe all you want
is just revenge.

Well, if that's what you want,

you better dig in deep
and save your ammunition.

That is, unless you
shoot me in the back

when I walk out of here!

Josh!

Now, nobody's going
to shoot you in the back!

We're pretty well holed-up here.

We got plenty of ammunition.

If you and your gang
figure you haven't had enough,

you just say the word.

We can start this ruckus
all over again!

Don't you stand there
yelling at me!

Well, do you want to go on
with this or don't ya?

Do you want to try
your luck again?

Ben, you got me wrong.

Ain't all the cattle in Nevada's
worth one of our boys!

That's what I come
here to tell you!

By golly.

We're both reaching for
the same conclusion,

except we're butting our heads
together like old billy goats.

No, we're like a couple
of them she-bears

- with a litter of cubs.
- Yeah.

You ain't never
tried to mess around

with one of them, have you?

Who, me?

I got more sense than that.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, why are we
messing with each other?

I can't figure it.

Ben, there's me and my boys.

I figure we can rig up a litter

and help you get the big 'un
back to the Ponderosa.

Then we'll help you
round up the cattle

that we rustled.

Afterward, you can take us
down to Virginia City

to see the sheriff.

Yeah.

Let's get the boys out of here.

Seeing as how
I had to shoot one,

I wish it had been
the little 'un.

Thanks a lot!

What's the matter you, Mr. Hoss?

Hop Sing,
I'm dying of starvation,

that's all that's
the matter with me.

I got turkey.

Good, that'll do for a starter.

Then later on,
you can fix me a full meal.

He make joke?

I don't think so.

I got two turkey.

All right, Hop Sing,
that'll do for a start.

You better get some
beefsteaks going.

The Tatums are
staying for dinner.

I think they're hungry.

They've had a hard day.

Very good. Very good.

Figured you'd want
to get into Virginia City

to have Jack's arm
patched up, Josh.

The sooner, the better.

It's a, uh... long walk,
so I had the, uh,

boys saddle up
three horses for you.

More than decent of you, Ben.

Soon as we see the sheriff,

I'll have someone
bring these horses back.

I reckon we'll be staying there
quite a while.

Yeah, well,
reckon you're right.

Rustling's a serious crime.

I ain't denying it.

Of course, uh...

seeing as how you didn't
really go through with it,

seeing as how you
told us where the cows are...

I ain't asking no favors.

I'm not offering any,

excepting for the loan
of the horses.

I expect you'll want
one of your boys

to go along with us,
see we get to the sheriff

and then get these horses
back to ya.

Why?

Can't I trust you?

Ben...

when I get straightened
out with the law,

I hope things will be different
'tween you and me.

I mean...

Well, what are you waiting for?

You gonna stand around here

till you get blood poisoning
in that arm?!

You heard Mr. Cartwright!

If you ain't forgot
how to ride, get started

before I whale the tar
out of both of you!

Dang wolf pups!

Raising kids ain't easy, Ben.

No, sure isn't, Josh.

Of course,
there's one good thing--

a man can sure start
taking it easy

once his boys
are grown big enough

to take care of things.

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