All language subtitles for The Virginian S07E03 - The Orchard

That's what I call
judicious shootin'...

Just enough to intimidate, but
not enough to do any real injury.

Why don't you hang out a sign,
Mead? "Here's where we steal cattle."

If they didn't know
somebody was stealing

cattle, they wouldn't be
scoutin' around up here.

You just handle your part of it, Gummery.
I'll take care of that Shiloh bunch.

Now let's get these cattle through
the pass 'fore somebody else shows up.

All right. Move 'em out!

Let's get him inside, boys.

Right here.

Pull your shirt out, Jean.
It's not serious.

Where'd it happen?

I was up in that hummocky
country near Bradbury's.

We was all spread out looking for
cattle tracks, and then I found some.

What's in that? Just a
little medicine. Come on.

Pull your shirt out. All right.

You didn't see who, huh?

Whoever it was has been
skimming cattle regular...

Small bunches,
just a few at a time.

- Hoping we wouldn't notice.
- Mmm. Give me your arm.

Hold his shirt up, boys.

Now, Jean, I gotta warn ya.
This may sting just a little touch.

Yow!

I guess it stung a
little touch. Yeah.

Well, uh, what now?
We talk to the sheriff?

No, not yet.

I don't like losing cattle
or getting our people shot at,

but before we stir things up, I'd
like to know who we're stirring.

I'm not too sure
I know what you mean.

I mean it's local people
doing these things.

Our friends and neighbors.

Giddap! Pull! Hyah!

Pull! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Pull! Hyah!

Whoa, whoa.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Whoa. Ho. Walter.

Why can't you leave
them poor trees alone?

- They're dead, Pa.
- We got about a million miles...

of cattle fence
around here to be mended,

and here you are
haulin' down my orchard.

This one's dead. Listen. We're
supposed to be makin' a fresh start.

We gotta build up,
not tear down.

Ain't that right, boy?

Come out in the yard
for a minute, will ya?

McCabe brought his bull.

- McCabe?
- Yeah. He just brought it by.

He, uh, was hauling it here from Wanser's,
and he took a notion to show it to us.

Well, you can
look at it, can't ya?

Turn your head, lad.
Let the lady see ya.

He's a fine-looking animal,
Mr. McCabe... I guess.

Ah, you see that
thoughtful look?

You ken what he's thinkin'
about day and night?

Och, he's a creature of
terrible, dismayin' lust.

Hello there.
A fine-lookin' animal.

Aye. Oh, you found
the laddie, huh?

Yes, I found him. He was
rootin' up in my orchard.

He's got something in
his head about them trees.

Go on. Get up there, lad,
and have a look at him.

Now, here's
the way of it, Bradbury.

You're starting from, uh...
Well, you're-you're starting from...

"Starting from nothing," you were
gonna say. Oh, you're starting out new.

Starting out fresh.
Let's put it that way.

Now here's a chance
to start out right.

Now, with a bull like this and
just a few prime head of beef...

A few breeding cattle.
Well, that makes some sense.

Aye. It makes
all manner of sense.

Why, there's no use
in too big a ranch.

You live right next door to Shiloh.
You can't get bigger than that.

You're right. But you make
a name for the best, huh?

Quality, not quantity. It's
quality that'll do it for ya.

- What are you askin'?
- Huh?

- How much?
- Oh. Aye.

Well, uh... As a
favor to all, uh, $300.

No.

Are you trying to tell me
the beast no worth 300?

We don't have it.

Oh. Aye. Well, uh... Well, uh, we could
perhaps come to some arrangement.

We don't have it.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm sorry
I came the long distance.

Now listen, McCabe. All the boy means is
that we don't have the money right handy.

- But maybe we could get it up.
- Aye, well, I'll wait till you do. Giddap.

Walter. There's no reason
to talk to him so blunt.

Well, I reckon it was the truth.

We ain't fixed so bad.
We've got some cash in hand,

and we'll have your brother Mike's
wages comin' in from Shiloh every week.

And we've got a first mortgage owed to
the bank and a second to Mr. Grainger.

But Clay's a friend.

Saddle up, and we'll go and
talk it over with him right now.

- I'm workin', Pa.
- Haulin' down my orchard?

Go on. Saddle up. If Clay Grainger
says maybe, we still gotta talk it over.

If he says no,
that's an end of it. Fair?

Look. Son, I'm not trying
to put anything over on ya.

I'm just asking ya, is it fair?

All right.

Hey, my friend.

How'd you like to extend me
about a 10-dollar loan until payday?

You just got paid two days ago.

Yeah, well, I've... I've been
having a run of bad luck.

Come on, boy. Dig it up.

Hi. Hi.

Oh, I see you're collecting
money. I suppose it's for me.

You've owed me, uh,
25 for the last month.

Bradbury, you already owe him?

Well, I'm running
a little behind.

I've been turning money
over to my pa.

Ah, you know, at his place.
Helpin' him get started.

Well, I saw you at the saloon
last night with Chick Mead.

Turned a little money over
at poker.

Are you, uh, helping Mead
get started too?

Say, you keep a pretty
tight eye on your cash.

Oh, not exactly, but, uh...
Well, you do owe me.

Sorry, friend. Hey,
wait a minute. Hold on.

Hey, I needed that. You could
tend to your own business.

Thought that's what
I was doin'. Sorry.

Trampas, if I owe you money,
I'm good for it. Let go of my arm.

I said I'm good for it! No
doubt. Question is when.

All right! Some other place!

All right. All right.
That's enough. That's enough.

Go wash your face.
Then I want to talk to ya.

You're not new here, Trampas,
and you know the rules.

I'm sorry. You settle your
social problems somewhere else,

and not on my
time. I said I'm sorry.

Either that or pick up your
wages. You got that choice anytime.

But...

Trampas, what was it all about?

Think maybe you were
a little hard on Trampas?

He was fighting. Well,

he was only half of that fight.

Mike Bradbury's short
on temper and long on talk.

He doesn't get along
very well with everyone.

Some rule a man
has to be popular?

Well, he's been borrowin' money.
I've got a notion he gambles in town.

I think we've got bigger
problems than that right now.

What I'm sayin', sir, is
I'd like to let Bradbury go.

Well, I prefer to keep him.

I know. I usually
leave that up to you.

But that boy is Tim
Bradbury's son, and I...

I just prefer that you
keep him. That's all.

Sir, if I have to keep him on,
I'd like to put him on another job.

Maybe, uh, stocking the line shacks.
That ought to be done now anyhow.

Line shacks?
That's old man's work.

It's a waste of
a good hand, isn't it?

Yes, sir. It would be
a waste of a good hand.

All right then, line shacks. Just
so he keeps drawing his wages.

Walter Bradbury. Oh.

Mr. Grainger. What
brings you to Shiloh?

I come over with Pa.

He, uh, come to see ya.

Oh? Where is he, in the house?

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Well...

I didn't know you were interested
in farm machinery, Walter.

I just heard tell about it.

Well, that Hussey seeder's
practically new.

My brother John bought it
about four years ago.

Sent a fella out to seed a field
with it, and I guess the fella thought...

he had ahold of a four-up
stagecoach, the way he drove it.

So it's been sitting there out of whack
ever since. Don't seem too bad busted.

I mean, seems a man
could work her out.

Oh, yeah, I suppose. Why?

I'm just thinkin'.

If I fix it, you give me
a season's use of it?

Well, that sounds reasonable.

But you're ranch people,
not farmers. You can't do both.

I'm just thinkin', Mr. Grainger.

Oh.

Is that what your father came
to see me about, that seeder?

No.

No, he's gonna ask you to extend
the mortgage that you hold on us.

Oh.

Well, I suppose he had
some good reason.

Mr. Grainger.

Uh, I'd appreciate
you wouldn't do it.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

You tell me your father
wants a favor,

and you're asking me
not to give it?

I... I reckon you done enough.

Oh, no. I don't feel that way.

Not about your father.
I never could.

Let's go talk about it.

No, Tim. It doesn't seem to be
the usual style of rustlin'. Hmm.

It's more of a
steady... Well, Tim.

Well... You've been keepin'
too much to yourself lately.

There's a sight of work
to do over there.

How are ya, Clay? Ah, moderate.

Well, Holly tells me you got rustler
trouble. You been losin' cattle?

Well, a few. But we're hoping to
take care of it, you know, quietly.

Well, this ain't exactly the right time
for me to come at ya, is it? I mean...

No, no, no. Sit down.
Sit down, Tim.

Well, I can see this is business,
so I'll leave you gentlemen to talk it.

Oh, Walter. Help yourself to some
lemonade and cookies. Thank you, ma'am.

Well, Tim, what... what is it?

Well, it's like this. You see, things
are beginning to shape up over there,

and, uh, it's time to...
To stock up.

So, I got a choice. Either I start
building a herd the usual way...

You know, scrub cattle... Well,
I can let you have some of mine.

That's hardly scrub. No, like that,
the... the best that I could build to...

would be a ranch like this...
Like Shiloh, only smaller.

Well, is there somethin' wrong
with that? Well, for me, there is.

Tell you, Clay, I got a
chance to buy McCabe's bull.

Wait. I ain't made no decision,

'cause we're gonna have a
family discussion... the whole thing...

Tomorrow night.

The thing was, I... I was just trying
to find out the... the possibilities.

Well, how much is
McCabe asking? 300.

Pretty stiff price. The
point is, with a bull like that,

I can start me a breed ranch,
like Carlson's over there at Delphi.

Prime cattle.
Nothin' but prime cattle.

Well, it could be practical,
but I don't see where I fit in.

Well, you're the key
to the whole thing,

'cause the only way that I
can afford to buy that bull...

is if I hold off the payments of the
second mortgage that you hold on us.

Hold off for, uh, a year,
maybe more.

Now, I know that I owe you the
money and you're entitled to it,

so if you say no, well, I won't
have no hard feelings about it.

It's just that the whole
thing depends on you.

Well, I kind of wish it didn't.

Walt doesn't seem
too sold on the idea.

Well, my Walter, he's... he's
cautious. He always has been.

And he never tells me
exactly why.

Of course, it's a gamble. It is.

But if I'm ever to get back...

what I had once...

You know, I remember
standing on a rise...

of my land there, back in Texas,

and I remember lookin'
in all four directions,

and the big white-paint house, and I
could see my wife standing on the porch...

and that orchard.

What an orchard that was.

And in every other direction,

cattle was grazing.

They were mine. Everything...

that I saw was mine.

And I thought it would
last forever, but it didn't.

It just evaporated.

And you know how.

And ever since then,
for 20 years,

I've been trying to fight back.

And I'm still
trying to fight back.

So, you see, it's...

Depends on you, what you say.

Well, Tim, I hope you do have a
conference with your whole family.

Oh, yes. We will.
Absolutely. Tomorrow night.

And as far as it all
depending on me...

I mean my postponing
your payments to me...

You know I can't deny you that.

Ah.

I'll, um, wait outside.

Well, ain't you gonna
thank Mr. Grainger?

You know, Tim, I wish I...

understood his attitude
a little better...

What's on his mind
about all this.

That boy never says
what's on his mind.

He's always been the slow one.

Mike's more, uh, livelier. By the way,
how is he doing here with you... Mike?

Well, he's like
you say... lively.

We just pulled him out of
a fight with another man.

Did he whip the man?
I'm afraid we interfered.

Well, he's always been
the scrapper, Mike has.

Oh, excuse me. I... I want
to thank you for everything...

For all the help you've
given us... the whole family.

No, no, Tim. And we are gonna
make it this time. I have a feelin'.

Holly.

Well, I suppose
you heard part of that.

Some of it. Yes.

He asked me for an
extension on his loan.

And I told him yes.

I know that was generous.

Do you think it was wise?

Well, he has a project in mind.
I'd like to help him see it through.

Do you think he
can? I don't know.

I wish he had more help
from his sons.

Seems to me Mike's careless.

Walt's slow. He's stubborn.

You know what happened
when I met him out there?

He told me what his father wanted,
and then he asked me not to give it to him.

Did he say why? Well, he...

He doesn't say much of anything.

I can't understand a son
pulling against his father like that.

Against him, or just
in a different direction?

Maybe he sees things
clearer than any of us...

That what you're giving his
father isn't help so much as charity.

Well, Tim Bradbury
isn't asking for charity.

He's trying to make a comeback.

He's had 20 years
to make a comeback.

If his son is beginning
to have doubts about him,

maybe we'd better find out
what those doubts are.

That's not my part in things.
I deal with Tim, not his son.

It's only God's grace that
he's not here and me there.

I don't believe that.

Tim Bradbury gave me everything.

Hired me as a cowhand.
Then he made me his foreman.

Started me ranching on my own,
and out of his own generosity,

he built me up and then
he made me his partner.

Then we had
the big Texas drought.

When we wanted out,
well, he got us out.

He bought our cattle,
and we went north with money...

His money, to start over again.

He stayed and lost everything.

Wife, his cattle, his ranch.

Dried out, burnt out,
right to the roots.

And now, Holly, you're trying
to tell me to say to this man,

"No, I'm sorry. That's your hard luck.
I just can't spare any little favors."

I say whatever that man wants,
I'm grateful to give him.

Regardless of who it pleases...
His son or anybody else...

I'm gonna keep
right on doing it.

Clay.

Mr. Ritt, is that
a new brand of hardtack?

No. Garner's Hardtack Biscuits,
just like the rest.

New-style box is all. Ah.

You got everything? Just about.

Let's see. Roll of
smooth wire, keg of nails.

Ah. You might
sort that out a bit.

Mike Bradbury. Ho, Chick.

What all are you doing
here, boy? Settin' up a store?

No, I gotta go out and stock
the Shiloh line shacks.

Got in a bit of a tussle yesterday,
so they put me on lonely duty.

Boy, they can't do that. You're
my principal means of support.

Well, how about a farewell
poker game tonight?

Ah, I can't do it, Chick.
Gotta go out and see my pa.

Besides, I haven't got it.
I am flat busted out.

I could extend you
a little credit.

Well, I don't... I don't know
when you'd get it back.

I'm gonna be most all month
out in the scrub.

Uh-huh. Which way
you headed first?

Well, north, west sections.

Look. It's just
possible that, uh...

Well, hey there, foreman.

Mead.

You know him? Some. You?

He worked at Shiloh for a while.

Now, here's the map.

You'll probably want to start up
at camp three, up near Trico Pass.

Stock it and make
any necessary repairs,

and then work your way east.

But you'll be on your own. No
schedule, nobody to answer to.

I'll do a good job for ya.
Sorry about yesterday, huh?

Ah, well, forget it.

Uh, one other thing.

The rustlers. They're
operating up there somewhere.

They'll probably stay
out of your way,

but if you do run across 'em,
don't try to handle it yourself.

Just see what you can
and report back to us.

Well, uh, I'll ride along
with you a way.

Oh, um, I thought I'd bed
the wagon down here tonight...

and start out
first light tomorrow.

Planning a last night in town?

No. Uh, I just wanted to see my
pa. You know, family business.

Oh, well, fair enough.
Good luck.

Hey there, girl. How are ya?

Ho, ho, ho,
I can see how you are.

Hey, my brother married you yet?

I'm gonna have to
talk to him about that.

What's all that? Oh,
just a little help-out.

From Mrs. Grainger?
I'll have to go and thank her.

Uh, never mind about that.
Just use it.

Hey, where's Walt?
Where's the old man?

Hey, old man!
It's the prodigal son.

Come on. Fetch out
the fatted calf.

Mike? It's me, Pa.

Hey there, Brother.

You got that girl
out there in trouble.

Don't deny it. I seen you out
there giggling behind the barn.

Mike, my boy. Pa.

How are ya? Well, you wanted
to talk family business, you said.

I'm here. Let's talk.

Well, it's just about
buying McCabe's bull.

The question: if we do.

You mean you dragged
me all the way out

from town just to ask
me that? Buy the bull.

Well, your brother
don't think we should.

- Well, I don't think we can.
- That's how you get calves, ain't it?

Bulls and cows. I'd hoped
you'd learned that by now.

Well, if that's settled, Pa,
I think I'll go back to town.

Mike, I think we better
talk serious, eh?

Sure. See, McCabe
wants 300 for that bull.

We got 1,500 cash in hand.

800 of that's supposed to go to
the bank, over the whole next year.

- First mortgage.
- Well, that leaves 700.

Five of that should go to
Grainger. Second mortgage.

Well, he said he'd hold off.

- We still owe him.
- Grainger you're worried about?

The biggest, richest ranch
in this countryside?

He loaned us the money.
We owe it back to him.

Yeah, but where did he
get it from? Who was it

that scrambled out of
trouble at whose expense?

Well, I wouldn't put it
just like that. How else?

He took your good cash
for 600 bony cattle,

and they thirsted to death,
horn and head.

They just lay down there
and died.

And now Grainger's a great man,
and we bow down,

and he hires me for a waddy.

Don't tell Pa what
he owes. Mike, if your

brother has some
doubts, I want to hear 'em.

It's just it-it cuts it
too close.

You gotta figure ahead,
figure everything.

Not just the bull.

Lumber. Food. Repairs.

Look. I... I wrote it
all out. Hmm? Well.

See, now when would we start getting
anything back? A year? Year and a half?

We got money we ain't even
touched. Faith's got that 200.

She's got it,
and she's keepin' it.

It was hers... hers when we
married... hers and our kids.

Boys. Well, she's
supposed to be family.

Yeah, so are you. You were supposed
to turn over your Shiloh paychecks.

Where are they? Now, boys...

Well, I had to buy tack. Boys!

Well, I-I see that you
done this real careful.

But, Son, sometimes
you have to gamble.

I mean, what else can we go for?

He hasn't got anything to go
for, Pa. He just goes against.

He has an idea.
Why don't you ever listen?

Pa, Mike.

If we could start makin'
some profit, straight off,

right away, three months...

Cattle take time, boy.

No, I don't mean cattle.
No stock. None.

Pa, Grainger's got
a seeder machine.

If I fix it, we can have the
use of it free. He said that.

What?

I want to plant crops...
Barley and alfalfa.

We could get a crop
by this summer.

Farm? He wants us to farm.

Pa, I want to put in row crops
straight through the orchard.

Where the orchard is now. It's our
best ground. It's got the water already.

So, that's what's been
in your mind all along, huh?

And you never said nothin'.

Next year, we could put in
wheat. We could even try corn.

Why, we could market
to every ranch around here.

We could haul produce
down to... Dogs.

Pa...

I wrote that out too.
I figured everything.

Cost of seed.
Hours of labor per acre.

Crop size. Market price.

Dogs.

But, Son, I'm a rancher.

I mean, that's our life.

But why, Pa? Why?

When the most we
can get... "Why?"

Because that's our life.

That's how we live.

I ain't a farmer.
I ain't a peddler.

It's cattle and the
hillsides and the valleys.

My cattle.

I don't go from door to door
peddling produce.

I raise cattle. The railroads
carry it. The stockyards buy it.

I had it all once.

I lost it.

I've been fighting it
for 20 years.

I'm gonna get it back though.

I'm gonna get it back... now.

Or else I'll... I'll die tryin'.

My ranch, my cattle,

my life.

Son,

I don't know how
you got this idea...

or why you kept it
back from me the way you did,

but now, either you tell me
that I'm wrong...

Everything I've lived for...

Or else you treat me as a son to
a father and help me carry forward.

You say.

Walt.

Mike. Yeah, Pa?

Uh, you'll be, uh,

traveling past McCabe's tomorrow
when you leave here, won't you?

Yeah, Pa.

Would you give him this? And tell
him that we're gonna buy the bull.

And tell him
that your brother'll fetch it.

Sure, Pa.

♪♪

♪♪

Make it a small one, Scotty.

Michael, my boy. Hi, Chick.

Hey. You left a loaded wagon
over there all by itself to the stable.

Now, suppose I'd lifted
a barrel of flour?

You're a pretty trustin'
fella, ain't ya?

Well, it's Grainger's
wagon, not mine.

Where are you sleepin'
tonight? In the wagon.

Startin' out early
in the morning.

Grainger's really looking out for
your creature comforts, huh? Yeah.

Hey, you gonna join
the game after all?

I told you, Chick. I ain't
got it. I'm busted. Flat broke.

You're standing there with a
roll big enough to choke a horse.

Yeah, but it's not mine. My
father's buying McCabe's bull.

Oh. Besides, the fact
of the matter is, Chick,

I've just about decided
I am no gambler.

You may be right at that. When a
gambling man hits a losing streak,

he, uh, hangs in there
till he wins big.

He jumps right back up.

If you ain't got the spirit to tough
it through, well, you may be right.

Maybe you better leave it alone.
Well, it's not a matter of spirit exactly.

You said it yourself. Only
talent you got is for losing.

Here. How much money you got? Now,
I don't mean your dad's. I mean yours.

Exactly 37 cents. Come on.

I'll play you for that.
I couldn't send you out...

into the wilderness with
change still in your pocket.

Here. Sit down. I
told you no, Chick.

I-I just don't want
to get stuck anymore.

Uh, not even for
37 cents' worth.

All right, boy. Good-bye.

No hard feelings,
huh, Chick? What?

I mean, you don't take
it personal I won't play.

No, no. Of course not.

'Cause I'd like to. You know.

But, well...
I guess I better be goin'.

Boys, Chick, I'll see ya.

Give my regards
to them prairie dogs.

Three.

♪♪

Hey, boy.

I won $300 from you tonight...
Your pa's money.

Well, I don't want it.

Here.

Here's 200 of it.
I'll trust you for that.

Maybe McCabe will trust you
for the other hundred.

Chick? Well, you
got in a bind tonight.

I'm helping you out.

Maybe one day I'll get in a
bind, and you'll help me out.

After all,
what's a friend for, huh?

Boy. You don't find many
friends your size, Chick.

How about the Shiloh people?
They treat you all right?

Sure they do. No, I mean if it
came to a showdown choice...

between
the Shiloh people and me.

Just sort of a general question.

Why, you... you know the answer.

Uh-huh.

Well, I expect I'll have to, uh,

take a chance on that.

I'm putting myself
squarely in your hands.

Mike, will you help me
skim cattle?

What?

I've been meaning to talk to
you about it for a long time now.

I've been lifting a few
all along.

Sell 'em to a fella
out Trico Pass way.

I could handle a lot more
if I had some help,

and Grainger is sending you
right out there.

Chick, I... I can't steal cattle.

Are you all that beholden
to Grainger?

I'm talkin' about profit
in your hand, boy.

I don't mean just cattle. Why, you
can sell this wagon-load of supplies.

They wouldn't be missed
for months.

Get yourself out of debt.

Get your family out of debt.

Get your pa's ranch goin' again.

No. I can't, Chick.

Well,

I reckon it was all
just talk, wasn't it,

about how grateful you are.

But I am grateful.

All right.

I'll still trust you
for that 200.

After all, it's your pa's
money anyway, isn't it?

I guess I'll have
to trust both of ya.

Maybe I'd better tell him that.

Chick.

Grainger knows
he's been losing cattle.

He told me to be
on the lookout for that.

Well, I guess you've
caught me then, haven't you?

Maybe you'd better go tell him.

Seeing as you're so sure
who your friends are.

Chick.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

You mind telling me
what you're doing here?

Eatin' a cracker. How about you?

You're on Shiloh property, son.

Well, you reckon Shiloh
can spare the cracker?

All right. Either we can stand here and
throw jokes back and forth at each other,

or you can answer
the first question.

I come lookin' for my brother.

Your brother?

You Mike Bradbury's brother?

Walter? Mm-hmm.

Well, you're kind of far off
your own place, aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I ride for Shiloh.
My name's Trampas.

You always come in
doors like that?

Well, I didn't know
who you were at first.

Well, the best chance of you finding
your brother is to wait right here.

He's supposed to be stocking
these line shacks.

You don't mind
if I go along, do ya?

No, I don't mind.

Whoa. Whoa.

Walt?

Hey, boy. I seen the wagon. I just
wasn't sure it was you. That's all.

Where's your wagon? Well, what
are you doing up here in the wilderness?

Nothin' wrong back home,
is there?

I drove up to McCabe's ranch...

to pick up that bull.

Oh, yeah.

Well, ain't you gonna ask me
why I came all the way beyond that?

Up here? Well, I... I
reckon maybe you just...

Pa gave you $300
to pay for that bull.

McCabe says
you only gave him 200.

Well?

I got in a little trouble, Walt.

All right, Walt! I lost it
gambling, but it's all right.

I'm gonna fix it up. You
lost it gambling to who?

Chick Mead,
a fella in Medicine Bow.

I still owe him some, too, but
I... I promise you I'll work it out.

How? How? I... I
just will. That's all.

I'll pay McCabe
inside of a month.

A couple of weeks maybe.
No. You don't make that much.

Is that where your other
paychecks went... gambling?

Walt, you gotta trust me.

I done that a good part of
my life, Mike... trusted you.

I keep waitin'
to understand why.

Listen, Walt.

I never been steady like you.

I wish I was. I swear I wish it.

But I would die and go down
to hell before I'd hurt any of you.

You always talk so good.

Hey, Walt. Hey, remember
when we was kids?

We made that bargain between us that
we'd help Pa get back on top of things.

Well, that's what we've been tryin',
ain't it? You and me? For years?

Yeah, so you took
and lost his money gamblin'.

I took a chance with his money.

But I'll make it good to
him. I said that, and I will.

- I gotta tell him, Mike.
- Why?

I think he should know about it.

To get back at me, Walt?

Because Pa always
favored me over you?

You wanna show me up bad?

You always turn things
around on me.

He's an old man, Walt.
It'll break his heart.

Don't you do it to him, Walt.

All right, Mike.
I won't tell Pa.

I'll even fix things for ya.
I'll pay the people you owe.

For the last time, Mike.

You do this to us again,
and I'll kill ya.

I'll kill ya!

Everybody keeps telling me
that these trees are dead.

Only the trees don't know it.
They keep putting out blossoms.

Very pretty, Pa. And that husband
of yours keeps trying to rip them out.

He dislike apple
blossoms? You know better.

You know, back in Texas, we had a big bank
of apple trees right outside the kitchen.

And my wife took
such a pleasure in them.

You put me in mind
of her a lot, girl,

and this family has been
very lucky in its women.

What's the matter?

Pa, this family's lucky in you.

You're a generous man.
You're a brave man.

You deserve better
than you have.

And that's all that we... Hyah!

Oh, that's Walter. He's back.

Come along.

Are you all right? I'm
all right. Just a little pain.

You go ahead, Pa. I'll
follow along. You sure?

Come on. Come on.

Whoa. Whoa.

Hey, Walter! We was
looking for you last night.

I was delayed. Faith. There
he is! By Godfrey, there he is!

Come in the house with me. Help
me get him into the paddock, will ya?

We gotta get this rig
back to McCabe, you know.

I'll stall him for ya, Pa.
But I got an errand to do.

Now listen. Get him into the paddocks.
I want to see him move around.

I'll come back out and help, Pa.
Just don't try and handle him alone.

Oh, you're so much in
a hurry, I'll do it. I'll do it.

Ah.

Well, welcome, boy. Welcome.

Welcome. Let's see.

Welcome, boy. Big boy.

What's wrong?

I want the money.

My money? Do you mean...

All of it?

Yes.

Will you tell me why later?

Walter! Walter!

Hey, stop it! Walter!

Pa!

I'm all right.

He just broke away from me.

Faith. Why?

He would have killed you, Pa.

If you'd have helped me
unload him...

If you hadn't been
in such a big hurry...

You gotta excuse me for that.
I... It's my fault, I guess.

Just leave me alone.

Then I turned and scouted west
and come across some tracks.

Somebody's been driving cattle.

There were horse tracks
and some recent campsites.

And I found some too.

Then I got rain, and it
pretty well washed things out.

So I, uh, headed back
to line shack three,

and I come across Walt Bradbury
and his wagon.

You mean Mike Bradbury
and our wagon.

No, I mean Walt Bradbury and his wagon.
I didn't see Mike from first to last.

Walt say what he was
doing up there?

Lookin' for his brother,
same as me.

Beyond that, he didn't say much. He,
uh... He wasn't altogether too friendly.

Well, he's like that anyway.

Trampas, had Mike been to the
shack? I mean, was it stocked?

No. It was empty. Bare empty,
except for a few old supplies.

Well, maybe he hasn't
worked around that far yet.

I was up at shacks one and four, and,
uh, no sign of him down there either.

He must be out there somewhere. You both go
out tomorrow and see if you can find him.

Well, when you met Walt, did you
see anything else about him that might...

No. No, not a thing.
Anything in his wagon?

No, it was empty. It... There
was a rope, piece of chain,

a crate in the front seat.

A funny-looking crate. I
never seen one like it before.

It had a design on the top
of it... diamonds, all together.

I think maybe we better go
into town and talk to the sheriff.

I have to tell you gentlemen,
I've got this game pegged out.

Another man care to deal?

Your name Mead? Yes, sir.

I want to talk. Friend,
I'm sittin' to poker.

I'm Walt Bradbury.

Keep the pot warm, gentlemen.
I'll be right back.

You... You've been gambling
with my brother.

Well, I'd say it was more like
he'd been gambling with me.

He told me he owes you this.

Well, I'll just
let him pay me himself.

No, you take it, and you don't
gamble with him no more... anytime.

Ever. I think your brother's
big enough to wipe his own face.

I said you take it.

You keep your money, friend, and
you just buy yourself a straight leg.

You must be Walt Bradbury.
I know everyone else.

I'm afraid you're under arrest.

Why? Well, I reckon
assault will do for a charge.

Unless you can think of
a better one.

Come on.

I said come on!

Come in.

Mr. Grainger, Trampas bumped
into Mike about a mile out.

- He was headed this way.
- I'm all right, Mr. Grainger.

Well, sit down.

- I just got bushwhacked, Mr. Grainger.
- Bushwhacked?

Straightaway, first night out.

I-I pulled in to line shack
number three, you know.

And I-I walked through the door, and
somebody walloped me with a stake.

When I woke up later, I was
gagged, tied and blindfolded.

I mean, I never even
seen 'em, first to last.

"Seen them"? Yeah. Must...
Must have been three men.

Maybe four. I hear 'em talking.

And they kept me right along
with 'em for the next two days.

Dr-Drove a long way, and then they... and
then they unloaded your wagon into theirs.

Stole all your supplies,
Mr. Grainger.

Hmm. Were they driving
cattle too?

Cattle? No, I don't...

No, no. I'd have heard 'em.
Just drifters, I reckon.

There's one question I've
gotta ask. I wish I didn't have to.

Is it possible your brother
was one of those men?

My brother? Well, he
was up in that territory.

- Did you know he was up there?
- Uh... No.

Well, could he have been
one of 'em?

No, no. I-I'd know my
brother, even blindfolded.

Well, you better get cleaned up
and get some rest.

I'll be all right, Mr. Grainger.

I...

Well, I guess that
explains most things.

Not quite everything. What
about his brother and that crate?

Don't you want
to look into that?

I'm gonna see
how his wife's doing.

Holly's been with her all night.

Morning, Walter. Morning.

I have two different kinds
of news this morning.

First of all, that matter we
asked you about last night.

Our troubles at Shiloh and our
suspicions you might be involved.

Well, your brother Mike
got back this morning,

and he told us he'd been
bushwhacked up there.

Three men, he said. Strangers.

Now, as far as I'm concerned,
that explains things substantially.

So, uh, Sheriff, under the circumstances,
if we could just let this thing drop.

Wait. You still think
maybe I did it?

Ran off your cattle? Well, there's
no clear evidence of anything.

But you still think I did it.

Whatever I might think is of
no consequence right now.

I told you I had two
different kinds of news,

and the second
and most important is...

Congratulations.
You have a child.

What? A girl child,
born early this morning.

Wh-Wh... How is... Holly and the
doctor are out there with her now,

and she's fine.

Didn't even stop to thank
me for the meals. No.

Look out!

Be careful.
That girl just had a baby.

Do you want to see
what you've got?

She's ugly.

Well, if you aren't
the most ugliest...

Hey.

Hey, old mother.

Chick!

You ain't too cautious,
boy, comin' here.

But it's all right. I
got things to tell you.

No, I got things to tell you. This
whole thing's coming apart, Chick.

Didn't you tell 'em like I said?

Go on back to Shiloh and
tell that... Yeah, I told 'em.

And they believed it, but
they ain't gonna believe it long.

After a while, they're gonna start asking
details. They're gonna talk to my brother.

And the details just don't
tally right, Chick.

Then they got me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I believe you're right.

I had a good little thing
going there. Too bad.

Guess I'll just have to turn
it into a final good big thing.

You and me and Gummery will clean out that
whole section... every beef we can grab.

Clean 'em out and ride off.

Good-bye to everyone.

Chick, what about
my people, my pa?

You can't do your pa much
good in jail, now, can ya?

Come on, boy. You
wasn't built for this life.

Hey, but what about
the Shiloh people?

I mean, if we try to
clean that section out...

I mean, they're gonna
be up there after what

I told 'em, looking for
those bushwhackers.

That's precisely right, huh?

And you are gonna help 'em
look for 'em.

Here's the point, Mr. Grainger.

When you asked me
was they rustling cattle,

those bushwhackers,
the ones that grabbed me,

I told you they weren't,

but I've been thinkin'
about it since then, and...

I think they may be
planning to rustle.

What makes you think that?

Well, just some things
I heard them saying.

Not a lot, of course, but...

I remember one night
one of them saying,

"Right here. We could drive 'em right
over here, down to Anders's old place."

Well, it all ties in,
Mr. Grainger.

There was a fella named Anders
up in those hills about 10 years ago.

He built a winter corral
on the back slopes.

Probably four or five
ways across those hills.

Well, I, uh... I think I
could recognize the place.

I could, you know, study it out.

- You in any condition to ride?
- Sure I am. I feel fine now.

Well, we were about to
send a party out anyway.

So I guess you better ride.

Uh, let me put her down now.

If you keep on jiggling her,
we're all gonna be sorry.

But I... I thought babies
liked to be jiggled.

Well, in moderation is all.
All right. Now careful. Careful.

Pa! Ah, there she is,

the next queen of
England. Oh, Tim!

What? Uh, don't come
in with those filthy boots.

Oh. She's a rig, ain't she?

She's a real copper-plated rig.

Yeah. I wanted Mike to
come up here and see her.

I just been over in Shiloh. But
he's gone back out again already.

- Pa, where is Mike?
- Like I told you, he's gone.

I reckon you heard
he was ambushed...

his very first night up there.

He was robbed.
All them Shiloh supplies.

First, he said?

Pa, he said the first night?

The first night, the very
first shack he come to.

If they'd have swung a little further this
way, they'd have picked up our tracks.

But they didn't, Gummery.

And our young friend is gonna
take 'em a whole half day away.

How's he gonna get back to us?

I consider that
mostly his lookout.

Trampas, get up.

Huh? Bradbury did it,

and he split out, heading west.
Why don't you take one of the others?

We'll follow at a distance, but I
don't want to lose him altogether.

Come on, Trampas. Get up!
Hmm? I'm up. I'm up. Up. Up.

Gummery, wake up.

- Come on!
- Roll out of there!

What time is it?
Time to get movin'.

I ain't gonna wait
for that boy all day.

What's the rush? I want to
get the cattle out of these hills...

before the sun gets up
any higher, and it's...

Chick?

It's all right. Ho!

You're late gettin' here,
aren't ya, boy?

They put me on guard duty
till midnight.

- They couldn't have missed me till sunup.
- All right. Let's drive cattle!

Hup!

Right. You hold it there.

Walt?
Don't get in between, Mike.

Stay there. Walt.

What are you doing
coming out here after me?

- You know what.
- But this is the Shiloh posse, Walt.

I know who they are, Mike.

You're runnin' out on us...

Pa, me, Grainger
and everyone else.

Now, you can't stop me,
little brother.

I don't want to stop ya.

You go on off with your friends.
You ride as far as you like.

But you leave Grainger's cattle.

Is that the straight of it,
Bradbury? Is that all you want?

Well, I expect you're, uh...

You're a-holdin' the
one-eyed jack all right.

Come on! No, it's my brother!

He shot at you, didn't he?

- Hold it right there.
- Mead!

Just let him go.

We'll ride out.

You are in my way, boy.

Chick, he's my brother.

- You got no more brother.
- No, Chick!

Mike!

We were followin'
after your brother.

I'm sorry we didn't...
We didn't follow closer.

Sorry.

Sorry it ended like this, Walt.

Whoa. Whoa.

All over?

Yes.

Trampas and Jean and I didn't
know whether to go in or not.

We didn't know how
Mr. Bradbury would feel about it.

How do you ever know? He'll
be here in a few minutes though.

Maybe he'd like
to see you afterwards.

I hope things go smoother
for him now.

They will be. I'll do anything
on earth to see to that.

Will you?

Will I what?

Do what you said... anything
on earth for Tim Bradbury?

Of course I will.

You've already done
everything on earth for him.

The man's lost everything.
Now his own son dead.

I can't help feeling
partly responsible.

Maybe you are.

Remember, you suspected
his brother Walt.

But you wanted so badly to
be kind, you let the thing drop.

You didn't want to know the
truth, but if you'd gone after it,

maybe you would have prevented
everything that happened after.

Clay.

It's not my purpose to be cruel.

What is your purpose then? To try
and make you see what I said before...

That you cannot keep on doin' for
people what you think is kindness.

Sometimes it does them
injury instead.

What else can I do
for Tim Bradbury?

Oh, Clay.

You have had him on your
conscience for 20 years.

Now get him off.

For 20 years, you've felt guilty
because he failed and you succeeded.

I have felt guilty.

Yes, and here's something else.

Maybe besides guilt,

you have felt a peculiar
small sense of triumph.

Maybe...

every favor that
you have done for him...

has both appeased your guilt...

and reminded you that, after
all, now you are the big man.

I don't know anyone else in
the world who'd say that to me.

You are the world to me.

Tim's coming into the yard now.

I'll go, and I won't
interfere anymore.

Hello, Clay.

The door was unlatched.
Come in. Come in, Tim.

Walter.

Well, can I get you
something, Tim?

That would be real welcome.

How's the baby, Walter? Ah, I
keep waiting for her to pretty up.

Well, Clay, I reckon
you know why I'm here.

Another beggin' expedition.

Oh?

If you say no to me,
I can't be mad,

but, uh, we lost the bull.

McCabe's bull.

You know how it happened, and you
know the money that we paid for him.

And now...

Well, Mike...

Mike's gone.

I don't hold you accountable
for that, or your men.

He brought it on himself.

But we ain't licked.

No, sir. By golly,
we're gonna fight back.

Now here's the thing.

If you would lend me...
just lend me a few cattle,

like a good bull
and some heifers,

we could start building
a herd that way.

You know, no prize cattle or
nothing, but... but it would be a herd.

And, uh... Well, I mean,
that's the thing.

Well?

No.

What, Clay? I won't
lend you the cattle, Tim.

But I will lend you that
seeder sitting out there.

Costs me nothing.
Costs you nothing.

Farmer? I mean, turn farmer?

Well, it was Walt's idea,
and it's a good one.

But, you know, I'm a
rancher. I'm too old to change.

A rancher can't turn farmer...

and then gamble on somethin'
he... that he don't know nothin' about.

Well, Walt does.

And I'll lend you a couple of Shiloh hands
to do the hard labor, to clear the land.

- And then what?
- And I'll guarantee you a market...

for all the produce
the first year.

Well,

I guess you forgot about Texas.

No.

I haven't forgotten
any of it, Tim.

The best run, the
best-looking ranch around.

But that was Texas, as you said.

And 20 years ago.

You know, I... I can't
believe that it's you talkin'.

And it's we who was partners.

And that don't make
no difference?

No.

But you sold me them
cattle. You got away.

And you left me to burn out.

You come north and got rich.

You bought those cattle at a
fair price, Tim. They were cheap.

And if the drought had ended,
you'd have been bigger than ever.

That was your gamble. It
was a fair gamble. It didn't work.

But I can't accept
responsibility for that anymore.

For bad luck and Texas weather.

You can't enjoy seeing me
brought down like this, can ya?

Well, I can't answer for
everything in my soul, Tim,

but I do know there's
gratitude, there's respect,

there's the feeling that the best
favor I can do you is no favor at all.

Just the things that work,
that are real.

Well...

Walter.

You comin', boy?

Pa. Hmm?

You said we're
going to fight back...

That we ain't licked, right?

- Yes.
- Well?

Pa, let's go home
and talk about it, huh?

Hyah.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa!

Seems like they come easier after the
first one... like pullin' teeth, I reckon.

Clay, we aim to plow
right up to that ridge.

Not too big a plot the first
year till we get the hang of it.

Then watch us go.

Well, I gotta get back
to the vegetable garden.

Vegetables.

You know, I... I hate to lose
them trees though, Clay,

'cause they're pretty.

Well, it's your
best ground to plant.

And they tell me crops can
look pretty to some people.

Well, not like them trees. Oh, the...
the same blossoms... white blossoms...

Comin' year after year.

The smell.

But you're right.

And Walter's right.
Everybody's right.

They gotta go,
'cause they're old.

They're just old.