All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP18

You sure those were our
cattle you saw, Hey Soos?

Well, no. But I'm sure somebody was
driving them and away from the herd.

Well, it was probably
just some local jasper,

didn't want his to get mixed in.

This is awful far back
in the hills for strays.

Well, but what about the tracks?

All right, all right.
Let's continue.

Look, Señor Rowdy.

Cattle all right, but they're not
ours. You can see by the brand.

Agh. I wish I could spot
brands a mile away like you can.

You know, you're the
best in the world, I think.

Yeah, well, wait till you meet
Sam Wentworth. He's the very best.

Oh, he is the one Señor Favor was
saying lives up here near San Bruno?

Yeah, that's right.

All right, up there, what
are you looking at so hungry?

Take it easy.

A rifle sticking out
of those bushes.

Uh, we're just looking
for strays, mister.

Sure you are.

Well, these ain't strays,
and this ain't your land.

So move on out.

Yeah, all right.

Go on.

How much further?

We drop through
that saddle up ahead

and right down into
the San Bruno valley.

It's as nice a ranch country
as you'd ever wanna see.

Yeah, so Sam told me.

You can trust old Sam Wentworth
to pick the best place in the west

to find himself a spread.

- You think we'll be able to find him?
- Oh, won't have to, he'll find us.

He's still range master of
all the outfits in the valley.

That old son of a gun.
Is he still herd-cutting?

Yeah, he'll be out to look us
over for any strays we picked up.

Then you'll see
cutting by an expert.

There's none better.

You, uh, figured
out a place to bed?

I don't even need to. Just
pick a spot and set down.

There's water and prime
grass as far as you can see,

the full length of the valley.

Looks like a couple of real
easy days, for a change.

Guess the only trouble we'll
have is to keep them moving.

They'll just wanna
stand around and fat up.

Why don't you let them?

Might be good for us
to do the same thing.

Jim? What is it?

I don't know what's eating him,

but some jasper near creased
my cord with that first bullet.

I don't see a thing.

There.

Looks like half the
ranchers in the valley.

And one fella's wearing a star.

Howdy, sheriff.
What's your problem?

Your herd.

You can turn it
around and head back.

Turn around? Head back?

Just exactly what
do you mean by that?

I mean, you ain't going
through the San Bruno valley.

Well, did you have to shoot
at my man to tell us that?

That was only supposed
to be a warning shot.

Oh.

Pretty smart warning shot
there, blowing his hat off.

And why can't we go
through the Bruno valley?

Let's just say Texas fever.

Oh, well then, we got no
Texas fever with this herd.

Maybe you ain't got
it, but you can give it.

Texas trail herds have
infected half the cattle in Kansas.

Well, thanks just the same, but
we weren't figuring on staying,

we're just passing through.

Not through our
lands, you ain't.

We've had our fill of you
drovers. And it ain't just the fever.

Oh, what is it, then?

A lot of things. You ruin
our grass for our own cattle.

Well, now, the way I hear it,

you've got more than enough
grass here for half the beef in Texas.

Look, we don't aim to argue.

Just turn around and
go some other way.

Now, sheriff, this
is open range land.

The San Bruno valley ain't.

It's private property,
every inch of it.

But you can't block it off. You
see, that's established trail.

There's a wagon road
for legitimate traffic.

Oh, yeah, sure,
without fences on it.

That means if one of
those steers steps off of it,

it'd be trespassing on private property
and we'd be liable for damages, huh?

Now we know what
this is all about, a holdup.

Mister, you got us all wrong.

We're all respectable
ranchers in this valley.

We don't want your money.
We just don't want you.

Well, I am sorry about that,
but I'm afraid you have got us,

so, uh, we'll be
pushing on through.

If you try to go through,
I'll have to arrest you.

Not without a fight.

Then it'll have to be a fight.

No, it won't.

- Hello, Gil.
- Sam.

I was beginning to
wonder where you was.

You fellas forgetting
who the range master is?

This has gone beyond
just cutting herds now, Sam.

We decided we don't want
any of them at all going through.

You decided?
Without consulting me?

You fellas must
really think I'm too old.

Now, you listen to me, Avery,
Maxey, and all the rest of you,

I'm not too old to run
this range just fine.

Sam, a herd this big has
got to do a lot of damage.

It's my job to
see that it don't.

Can you guarantee we
won't lose any beef, Sam?

I always have, haven't I?

You haven't been doing
so well lately, have you?

You accusing me of
something, Jenkins?

I notice you're mighty
friendly with these herd bosses.

Now, wait a minute, Sam.
Jenkins didn't mean that.

And we have been
losing a lot of beef lately.

So have I. But it ain't been
walking out with the herds.

I ain't so sure, Sam.

- Maxey...
- Now, Sam,

nobody's blaming you
any more than they are me.

But somebody has
been getting around you,

and me and the rest of us.

Besides, there's the fever.

The fever's easy taken care of.

We'll dip the herd same
time as we cut them.

I got a ditch all
dug up at my place.

Oh, now, just a minute, Sam.

You wanna go through
here, don't you, Gil?

Yeah.

Well, this time it'll
be at my expense.

- Oh, well, Sam...
- Well, it's settled then.

We'll move the herd up, dip
and cut them in the morning,

- then move them over into the valley.
- Now, wait a minute.

You want a new
range master, Avery?

Nobody's suggesting that, Sam.

Well, you either replace
me, or I run this range.

Now, you take these men
and ride on back into town.

Not all of them. I'm
posting a guard on this herd.

This man, Gil Favor's, a
friend of mine. I'll vouch for him.

Sam, I've got my duty to do too.

I have to be sure.

I'm gonna post a guard.

Oh, sure, sure. Suit yourself.

- I'm sorry, Gil.
- Oh, no, Sam. Thanks for all you did.

Say, by the by, good
to see you again, fella.

Good to see you too, boy.

Pete Nolan.

Sam, you're a
sight for sore eyes.

Oh, yeah, this is Jim Quince.

- Sam.
- Jim.

Move the herd over to my place.

I want you to see it
anyway. And meet the wife.

There's water over by
those trees there, Wish.

Fine, Sam.

Mushy, water buckets.

With this grass, they
won't stray far tonight, Gil.

Sam, you certainly weren't
blowing up this country.

It is prime land.

Wait till you see
my little house.

Uh-oh. There's our old
friend the sheriff again.

Don't mind Avery, Gil.

He's being prodded
by the ranchers.

And with some
reason, I'll admit.

We've all been
losing stock lately,

but not to the trail herds.

It's a rustler and
a mighty slick one

because we haven't
got a lead on him yet.

And then too
there's a fever scare.

But we'll get you through.

You know I appreciate it, Sam.

- What, are you stopping already?
- And just where have you been?

Oh, uh, chasing down
some of Hey Soos' strays.

Hey, what are those
men doing over there?

Yeah, we got a guard now
to keep us out of trouble.

- Huh?
- Wishbone will tell you.

Meet Sam Wentworth. This
is Rowdy Yates, my ramrod.

Glad to know you, son.

Glad to know you, Mr. Wentworth.
We've certainly heard a lot about you.

Well, don't you believe
what Mr. Favor says.

I ain't half that bad.

No, it's all been good.

Look, uh, take over
for me, will you?

We're gonna go over
and visit Sam's place.

All right. Fine.

Well, now, what
have we got here?

What kind of horse
wrangler they call you, Pedro?

My name is Hey Soos.

Well, little Hey Soos,
you better behave yourself.

Because I'd like nothing
better than to nail you up.

I took care of a few of your kind
in my time, down on the border.

You scare me, señor.
You scare me real bad.

Yeah? Well, maybe
you'd better be scared.

- Because it'll be dark soon and then...
- And then what?

What are you
busting in for, mister?

We was having a
friendly little chat.

Yeah? Well, I'm just joining it.

This boy's a friend of mine,
I want you to know that.

Heh. You don't care who
you make friends with, do you?

That's where you're wrong. I
pick my friends very carefully.

That's why I'd never pick you.

The smell, you know?

You're asking
for trouble, mister.

Well, I always say, if
trouble's gotta come,

you just step right
up and meet it.

What's the matter here?

You tell your bully boy
here to tend to his guarding

and keep his mouth shut,
and everything will be all right.

- You threatening me?
- That's enough, Jenkins.

He's right.

You're here to see that nothing
happens, not to start something.

Now, get back on your horse
and keep away from them.

Stay back where you
can see what's going on.

Hey, now, Sam.

This is some place you got here.

It's what I hope for
you someday, Gil.

A spread as good
and a wife as pretty.

Kate?

This is Gil Favor,
an old friend of mine.

- Mr. Favor.
- Real pleasure, ma'am.

How'd you find your way
to this end of the earth?

I'm trailing a herd from Texas.

I might've known,
another cattleman.

Nobody else ever
comes here by choice.

Well, she's just teasing, Gil.

It does get a mite
lonesome out here, though.

Unless you're
born and bred to it.

And I was raised in Kansas City.

And the least I can do is
offer you a cup of coffee.

Why, thanks, that would be fine.

You see what I mean?

Yeah, very nice.

She's had a tough life.

An orphan, man trouble,
had to make her own way.

But she's a good kid.

I don't know what she sees in
me, but she married me all right.

- When did this happen?
- Last year, in Kansas City.

- She said I swept her off her feet.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Well, I don't know, but she
sure gave me a new lease on life.

That's fine, Sam. Just fine.

This is Bud Grady,
my foreman. Gil Favor.

- Hi, Grady. Glad to know you.
- Same here, Favor.

Gil's taking a herd through.
You see anything outside?

No, I didn't see a thing, Sam.

Walking Neck's outside.

Get on in there.

Keep them moving on down there.

Come on, get out of there.

Keep moving down there.

Come on! MAN: Man 4-8 outside.

Ever see any better, Mr. Favor?

Well, he's been
at it a lot of years.

He's calling maybe 20 brands.

Yeah, he just missed
one there, though.

Yeah, Pecos, get after him.

Ain't the first one, either. I saw
the one you picked out for him.

- You didn't see a thing.
- Hmm?

Oh, uh.

Yeah, well, a large herd like
this, a man's bound to miss a few.

There was a time he never missed
one, even with the biggest herd.

The thing is, nothing's
getting through.

- That's all you're interested in.
- Main thing, anyway.

Hey! Come on! Go!

Bucking R outside.

- Keep going!
- Another one.

- Come on, get out!
- Rowdy.

Come on! Hey!

Sam ought to resign
before they turn him out.

A man like that? He's better
than any two men half his age.

I know. But they've
lost confidence in him.

Sam's changed a mite.

He ain't been the same
solid citizen this past year.

This past year?

Yeah, since he married.

You met his missus, ain't you?

What's so wrong with her?

Well, her age for one thing.

Then there's what she
was before she hooked Sam.

Well, I'd say that's nobody's
business but Sam's, anyway.

Except when people
start losing confidence.

Go on down there! Come on!

Well, you're clean as
a hound's tooth, Gil.

How about that, boss?

These ranchers got
nothing to worry about

with a herd cutter like
you on the job, Sam.

All these years ought
to count for something.

How long you been
doing this now?

Now, that's a question, Pete.

I never did keep track.

But this whippersnapper
here could probably tell you.

Oh, no, not me. I
never kept track neither.

Well, anyways, I was cutting
before he could set a horse.

Well, Avery, you satisfied?

So far.

"So far."

You mean you ain't
gonna call off the guard.

Not till he's off the range.

I'll take him on ahead to see there's
nothing to pick up as he goes along.

Well, now, there's
a stubborn man.

Well, it makes no never
mind as long as I'm not held up.

Pete, you'd better ride on ahead
and pick a bed ground for tonight.

Right, boss.

Gil, I promised Kate we'd stop by
for a bite to eat before you went on.

Sam, I really ought
to stay with the herd.

Well, I'm asking
kind of special, Gil.

If you knew how much it meant to
Kate to have some company over there...

She needs it.

Well, if you don't mind
making it short, all right.

Hey.

Hey, you.

A shot, no doubt of that.

- Trouble, you think?
- I don't know.

Not likely any of our
boys up there, though.

Well, could have been
Pete. He went that way.

Pecos, get Joe and come with us.

Hold it right there.

Drop that rifle.

Now put up your hands.

Now, wait a minute,
sheriff. This ain't my doing.

Of course not.

But you'll do until
we find the right one.

You gotta listen to me.
I didn't shoot that man.

Oh, sure not. You were
practicing and he got in your way.

The man you
threatened yesterday.

I tell you, it was not me.

And that ain't your fire
and running iron either, is it?

No, it's not. Whoever it
was took off that direction.

You can see his tracks
if you'll take a look.

There are tracks all over.
What did he look like?

I didn't get a good look at
him. He was riding a bay horse.

Maybe 200 bay
horses in the valley.

Well, don't I even get a trial?

I never saw a man caught
red-handed any plainer.

You've had your trial.

We're gonna make
an example of you.

You gotta give me a chance.

Give me a chance to prove to
you that I'm telling you the truth.

At least, let me tell somebody.
- Hold it.

Put him down.

- You hear me?
- Look, son, I'm the sheriff.

Well, you're sure acting like
one. Is this your kind of law?

We caught him red-handed.
He killed Jenkins.

I never done it, Rowdy.
I never fired a shot.

Any of you men bother
to check his guns?

Pistol's full.

Seven.

This rifle holds eight.

This morning I
shot a rattlesnake.

Well, he's not on trial here,

and you're not gonna
lynch any of our men, sheriff.

Now, let him go.

Not on your life.
He's under arrest.

And if you try to take him,
you're breaking the law.

What kind of law
do you call this?

Putting a rope around a
man's neck without a trial.

He'll get a trial.

But he'll hang just the same.

We'll take him to
town and put him in jail.

You gonna let them
do that, Rowdy?

Maybe it's best for now, Pete.

But you won't be
there long, don't worry.

Just to make sure you get there
safe, we'll send along a few of the boys.

More coffee?

- Oh, no. No, thanks, Mrs. Wentworth.
- No thank you, dear.

By the way, I can't tell you how
nice it was for you to have me.

Visitors are always
welcome, Mr. Favor.

Well, maybe next
time I'm through.

- I hope so. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Well, I can't blame you
for liking it here, Sam.

It's a fine spread.

Well, there's nothing like having
one of your own, Gil. I recommend it.

Maybe someday.

Don't wait too
long. I almost did.

But I was lucky, and lucky
enough to get a gal like Kate too.

Don't you think so?

Sure do. I sure do.

She's what makes
it all worthwhile.

- Well, maybe someday I'll get lucky.
- I'm sure you will.

Boss, um, Pete's in jail.

We just saved him
from a necktie party.

- In jail? What for?
- Murder.

They say he killed
that Jenkins fella.

- Murder? Not Pete.
- Yeah, I know. I know.

Pete says it's that, uh,
rustler they've been looking for.

Jenkins came across him with a
downed calf and a running iron.

Where was this?

Oh, not more than a few miles
away from here in the brush.

Pete heard the shot and rode
over to see what was the matter,

and the sheriff rode in and
caught him red-handed, he says.

You sure it isn't true?

If Pete says it ain't, it ain't.
I'd stake my life on his word.

Well, that's good enough for me.

Yeah, but it ain't
good enough for them.

They're gonna have
the trial this afternoon,

- not even waiting for the circuit judge.
- Vigilantes?

Well, I guess it's
better than no trial at all.

When I came across them,
they had a rope around his neck.

What are we gonna do?

Has he got any
chance for a fair trial?

A fair trial, yes.

But who's going to
prove he's innocent?

I guess that'll be up to us.

Yeah, how?

Find the man who did it.

What happens if we can't?

Can't not. First off, let's see
where that branding fire was.

Right.

Grady, you'd
better come with us.

We may need your help.

- Seen anything?
- Nope.

I'm afraid it's no use.
Looks like we lost his trail.

He knows what
he's doing all right.

This terrain's too
rocky to follow him.

Where do we stand now?

Nowheres, I guess.

Well, since we
can't track him down,

maybe we'd best start
trying to outthink him.

Sam, you folks must've
talked this over a lot.

Who you got for suspects?

Just a blank wall.

An Indian would've left a
trail, so would outside rustlers.

Every rancher in this
valley has lost stock

and there couldn't be
anybody in town working it.

- Huh? Why not?
- Well, not alone anyways.

It's too big an operation.

Where would they hold
the stock? Market it?

Passing herds?

And the town butcher couldn't
sell that much meat in ten years.

Well, there's a fort around
here somewheres, ain't there?

An Army supply depot about 20
miles around the other side of those hills.

Twenty miles.

Well, how far is
it over the hills?

Six, seven, but it's rough.

Where do they get their meat?
- All over.

They try to spread their buying
around so they won't be playing favorites.

They tell me some cattle had driven
in from three, four counties away.

Well, then, nobody
except them would know

exactly how much meat was
being bought from this valley.

No, I suppose not.

Huh.

And the biggest
local market around.

By far.

Well, then, that's
where I'll check first.

Oh, who's in charge there?

Supply officer.

What's his name, Bud?

Uh...

Watkins. Uh,
Watkins, I think it was.

Grady took our last beef
in, but it's been a while.

All right, I'll find him.

Don't you want
us to go with you?

No, Rowdy and I can handle it.

Say, Sam, I would like you
to go back to town, though,

and try to keep that
rope off of Pete's neck.

I'll do my best.

It's just over the hill.

You'll see the depot
in the valley beyond.

We'll try to get back
as quick as we can.

Good luck.

Lieutenant Watkins?

Yes. What can I do for you?

My name's Favor, Gil Favor. I'm,
uh, trail-bossing a herd going through.

I just thought I might be
able to sell you a little beef.

Afraid not.

We're well-stocked here.

Well, look, sir, I might be able
to give you a right good price.

No, thanks.

No, thanks?

You mean, you're not
even gonna ask my price?

You must be getting a good one.

You buy all from
the same source?

Well, now, what business
would that be of yours?

Well, I'll tell you the truth.

One of my men is on trial
for rustling and murder,

and I think you might be able to help
me find the name of the real rustler

because I think, uh, he's
selling his cattle to you.

Well, now, that's absurd.

Look, this could mean a man's
life. An innocent man's life.

Well, now, that's
no concern of mine.

Look, I don't have anything to hide
in the conduct of my office, mister.

Well, nobody's
accusing you of anything.

You just as much as accused me
of knowingly buying stolen cattle.

Oh, no, no, no, I
was only suggesting

that, um, somebody was
trying to sell you stolen cattle.

Of course, certainly, you'd
be buying it in good faith.

I assure you I have bills of sales
signed by the legal brand owners

of every head of
cattle I ever bought.

And you can't tell me who you've
been buying your beef from?

Can't or won't?

Let's just say I
wouldn't if I could.

All right, all right. That's
all I needed to know.

You know, I'd be
willing to bet he's lying.

He's probably buying at cut
prices and pocketing the difference.

Gonna leave the Army a rich man.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Might be just
bucking for promotion.

Keeping his accounts low
and not asking no questions.

Either way, he's buying
low from one seller.

Probable.

Not that way, gentlemen.

You just ride out
the way you came.

Did you see any brands?

I think I saw some Circle-Ks, but
there could've been others, though.

Maybe I could try to get
back near them cattle pens.

No, there's no time now.

Cattle leave tracks, though.
Let's try and find them.

Well, a lot of something's
been coming through here.

Yeah, it's cattle all right.

Well, it may not mean anything,
but we ain't got nothing else to go on.

Might as well follow
them for a while.

Looks like a regular
Santa Fe Trail around here.

With all these tracks,
I'm afraid it's hopeless.

- Maybe, but what else we got to do?
- I don't know...

Hey, look.

Hey, you.

That jasper's on the run.
I think we ought to have

- a little talk with him.
- Oh, oh...

We ain't got much
chance of catching him,

especially since he's
on his own home ground.

Besides, I just got sort
of a sneaky suspicion

we might find
something real interesting

right by close here somewhere.

I remember this place. Come on.

There they are.

This is where they hold
them all right. And lookit.

Look at all of them
with blotched brands.

Yeah, looks like
they're Circle-Ks.

Just hold them here
until the brands heal

and then drive them
right on in to the fort.

Yeah, well, all we gotta do is find
out who the Circle-K brand belongs to.

We can find that
out in town. Let's go.

Old Pete's gonna be a happy man.

Now, wait a minute.

Favor could be back at any moment
with evidence to exonerate this man.

The trial's been held, the verdict's
in, there ain't no sense to delay things.

Sam, why don't you give it up?

There ain't no evidence
for Favor to bring.

You just don't wanna think
about what you're doing, do you?

Afraid you might
lose your nerve.

Avery, I'm pleading with you.

No.

I'm sorry, Nolan.

Thanks, Sam.

Let's get on with it.

- Gil, did you find anything?
- Sure did.

I know what outfit's
doing your rustling now.

All right, who?
What's the brand?

The Circle-K.

Do you know what you're saying?

Sure.

Sam, not yours?

Show me. Just show me.

And you'd better be right.

All right.

Put him back in jail.

We'll have to see about this.

Well, where are they?

They're gone.

This is a man you
called your friend, Sam.

Well, whoever made off with
them couldn't have gone far.

All we gotta do is look around.

And waste more time.

They're just stalling, Avery.

Or giving their men a chance to
cook up something back in town.

We'd better get back there fast,
finish this business up. Come on.

Sam...

What are we gonna do now?

You go on back to the herd

and bring back all the
men you can to town.

I'll tag along with them.

Right.

Sheriff, wait a minute.

You might just well move on, Favor,
unless you wanna stay for the hanging.

Can't you at least
stop to think about it?

I didn't know the
Circle-K was Sam's brand.

And why in the world would
I have named that brand

if I hadn't have seen
it on those cows?

Go on.

I don't believe that Sam's
involved in this, neither.

But at least it does give us
another logical suspect now.

- Who?
- Simple enough.

It'd have to be somebody
who could sell the brand.

Somebody who had the power
to sign a bill of sale at the fort.

That'd have to be
Sam or his wife.

Or his foreman, Bud Grady.

That's right. Now, I don't
know much about this Grady,

except that he rides a bay horse
just like Pete Nolan said the killer did.

And he has taken Sam's
stock to sell at the fort alone.

So, what about him?

I guess we don't know
much about him, either.

He's only been
here a few months.

But we got nothing against him.

Still, he has got a point.

Look, all I'm asking
for is time to investigate.

All right, I'll give you
a couple of hours.

Couple of hours?

Kate, where's Grady?

I think he rode into
town a little while ago.

He didn't say where?

No. He seemed to be in a hurry.

All right.

Something's happened,
hasn't it, Sam?

- Yes.
- What?

I think you know.

- Grady's in trouble, isn't he?
- Yes.

Sam, what are you gonna do?

I've got to find him.

- It's about the cattle?
- Yes.

- Can't you just let it go?
- Let it go?

If he pays it back, maybe?

It's not just what he's stolen in
money, Kate, from me and the others.

How's he going to pay
back the other things?

What other things?

My reputation

and my wife.

He couldn't have signed those
bill of sales over at the camp,

only you could.

You and I are the legal owners.

It's your own brand.

I guess I was a fool to think I
could make you happy at my age.

I guess I really
knew you weren't.

I was, Sam. I was.

Until he came here.

A little lonely
sometimes, maybe.

But this is the first real
home I've ever had. I loved it.

I was contented.

But that's not love.

I don't know. I'm not
sure I know what love is.

But the first real happiness
I've ever known was from you.

Sam, don't hate me.

- No, not you.
- Not him, either. It wasn't his fault.

He did it for me. Got
money to take me away.

He needs somebody
too. Like all of us.

Please, let him go.

It's out of my hands now, Kate.

If he pays them back?

How's he going to
pay back a man's life?

He didn't tell you.

He killed a man.

Killed a man?

So you see, it's
not just up to me.

I've got to tell
them what I know.

I'm sorry.

Are we on time?

Rowdy, you come on with me.

Jimbo, you take
the rest of the boys

and go over to the sheriff's
office and keep watch.

- Did you find Grady?
- Not yet. He might still be at the ranch.

But I think I know where we
might find that evidence we need.

Where?

A fella here in town told me
that, um, there ain't no tannery,

but the fort does ship their hides
through a freighting office in town,

right over there.

I think we ought
to take a look, huh?

Yeah.

There's a bay horse in there.

- Then he's here, huh?
- Maybe.

Somebody's upstairs.

Hey, watch it.

Those are the lime pits where
they burn the hair off the hides.

Yeah, hides all right.

Look at that. Circle-K too.

Let's see if it's the
same on the other side.

It all adds up.

I guess we found
what we're looking for.

Grady gets his for
stealing the stock.

Watkins gets his for not asking
any questions where it come from.

The freighter gets his for, uh,
not looking at the brands too close.

You go along
and get the sheriff.

I'll see if I can
find anything else.

All right.

Favor.

Don't move.

Quite a little business you
got here. Beats ranching, huh?

Look, Mr. Favor, I don't
mind using this gun.

I ain't got nothing to lose.
You understand that, don't you?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I know. You
already used it once, huh?

That's right. Then maybe you'd
better listen to my proposition.

- What's that?
- You clear out now.

Take your herd and go.

Tomorrow I'll meet you
on the other side of the pass

with 30 head of prime beef.
Yours. No questions, no problems.

Oh, there's only one thing
you forgot. A guy named Nolan.

You can manage without him.

Yeah, but can he
manage without me?

I don't think so.

No. No, I don't like
your proposition.

Take it or leave it.

I don't think I have to do that.

Don't you?

They'll never find a trace
of you in that lime pit.

They'd never know you were here.

I don't know
about that, neither.

You see, there's more
people in this than you realize.

Matter of fact, one
of them was just here.

He's gone for the sheriff who
knows the whole story by now.

And you see, I don't think you can
get rid of those hides quick enough.

Carson. Carson, get out here.

We've gotta get rid of these
hides. Throw them in the lime there.

No, Grady!

He's dead?

It couldn't be helped.

He'd have died on
the gallows, anyway.

He was running away.

Yes.

Goodbye, Sam.

Kate?

I'm going home now.

Will you come?

Home? You want me to come home?

Yes.

Gil, I'm sorry.

Sam, wasn't none of your doing.

Just the same, I'm sorry.

Boss, maybe you
know what I wanna say.

Nolan, forget it.

Well, I can't hardly do that.
There's something I'd like to ask.

What's that?

I'd like you to excuse me from
any herd-cutting duties for a while.

Why?

I have got my fill of rope
for a long time to come.

Oh, yeah.

Head them up!

Move them out!