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Having fun, Regina?

I would if Dalton would take
time out to dance with me,

but he's too busy talkin'
about crops and livestock.

Why don't you tell Dalton
you've got a headache?

I'll drive you home.

Boyd, please.

Dalton just doesn't
appreciate you, Regina.

Oh, and you do,
I suppose.

If you weren't
my husband's brother,

I wouldn't give you
the time of day.
Regina...

Boyd Lacey,
you're only a splinter

of the man
you think you are.

Good evening,
Mrs. Lacey.

And you'd be?

Jessup, ma'am.
Slim Jessup.

Oh, the new hand
my husband hired.

Yes, ma'am.

Saw you when you
rode in for the job.

You know, there was
something about the way

you carried yourself,
something proud
and forceful.

Are you proud
and forceful, Mr. Jessup?

Why, I don't know
if I ever really thought
about it, Mrs. Lacey.

I'm just a drifter,
no different from most.

I am. Proud, at least.

People around here
don't understand me.

Dalton says
they talk about me.

I don't mind.

I guess I've given them
enough cause to!

Everything's spinning
round and round

like a big,
dark carousel,

like a black velvet
carousel.

And round and round...

You're, uh,

you're not yourself
tonight, Mrs. Lacey.

Why don't you let me
take you back inside?

Oh, you don't have
to be polite to me.

I like you.
I won't scream if you
put your arms around me.

You don't know
what you're saying.

Oh!

Listen, Boyd,
you get out of here!

This is none
of your business!

Watch me, Regina.

I'll show you how much
of a man I really am.

Boyd, what are you

Boyd, stop!

Boyd!

No, Boyd!

Uhh!

Aah! Aah!

Hey, it's Boyd!

He's been
stabbed.

Why did you kill
my brother, Jessup?

Well--
Answer me!

I had--
He can't, Dalton.

He's out on his feet.
Ask your wife.

Regina?

Wh

He was molesting me.
Boyd tried to stop him.

No, ma'am.
That's not the truth.

Scum that'd kill
a boy like that

don't know
the meaning of truth.

There's a rope in my rig.
Let's use it!

Yeah, let's!
He's right!

Stop them, Dalton!
You can stop 'em.

All of you, get back!

Get back!
Now, I'll handle this

proper and legal.
We'll take him into town.

You wanna give
him a trial?

Why not? Trial
shouldn't last ten minutes.

Now get him
in the wagon.

No! No, you've gotta
let me explain!

It wasn't like
that at all!

Back! All of you, back!

Out! Off!

Hyah!

Get the horses!
Get after him!

**

I think you oughta send
a telegram back to Judge Garth

and ask him for details.

He instructions
are clear enough.

He just asks us
to stand by

and wait for
a further message.

If the Judge
is having trouble,
we oughta know it.

He never had any trouble
getting a loan before.

The country never had a panic
like this before, either.

I heard the Eastern banks
are going bust by the score.

What's more, I predicted it.

I told the Judge
if Grover Cleveland

got back in the White House,
we'd be in trouble.

Must give you a good feeling
to be so right, Mr. Carney.

If the Judge goes under,
this town is finished.

I wouldn't spread
that kind of talk
if I were you.

The Judge ain't
going under.

He'll get what
he went after,

and you don't have
to worry about it.

I sure hope you're right,

because he's gonna have
a delegation of his creditors

waiting there to see him
when he gets back,

and you can wire him
that, too.

The rats are panicking.

Now, we have creditors
pounding us too, Miss Evey.

Oh, come on.
Let's get out of here.

"Stand by."

Oh!

"Bank loan unavailable."

"Have made sale:
2,000 head of prime cattle

"that must be delivered,
Moose Jaw Railhead,

"no later than August 30th

"for shipment to England

"via Montreal.

"Cattle must reach Montreal

"before sailing
of S.S. Polar Star

"or deal will be canceled.

Counting on you.
Judge Henry Garth."

Moose Jaw, Canada?

That's 400 miles north!

Wire him back, Miss Evey,
that we'll try.

There's no railroad
in that direction.

That's right.
We'll drive 'em.

Drive 'em!

We can't drive
2,000 head all that way

in less than,
well, 50 days.

Effie ain't reading
them chicken pecks right.

No mistake about it.

Garth wants 2,000 head
in Moose Jaw,

we get 'em there,
that's all.

Where are we gonna hire
enough experienced

trail herders
to drive 2,000 head?

He's right, you know.

There's plenty
of out-of-work
ranch hands around,

but trail herders,
they're almost
a thing of the past.

Even we haven't been
on a trail drive.

We'll get the job
done, all right.

Starting right now,
every man in the outfit
works a double shift.

If the going gets too tough,
you can always cut out.

We were only
discussing.

From now on, you two fasten
your backsides to your leather

and leave
the discussing to me.

Thank you, Miss Effie.

Good luck.

What's he
so ringy about?

Because I'm right.
It's an impossible job.

Pshew...

Well, what
are you waiting for?

You heard me.

We gotta start rounding up
those cattle tonight.

All right.

BOTH: Tonight?

**

I'll get these.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Get up!

Come on, Hard Pan.
We're gonna make
a final count of the herd.

The rest of you men
get ready to move out.

He's sure all fired up,
ain't he?

Yeah. He talks like
we've got a chance of making
that railhead on time.

For somebody
who's got a girl

waiting for him
in Moose Jaw,

you're sure dragging
your whiffle-tree.

Who said I had
a girl in Moose Jaw?

You did. Said her name
was Lulubelle.

I said I heard about
a girl named Lulubelle

from a fellow
over in Twin Falls,

a queen with
a figure like, uh,

two haystacks,
you know,

one piled on top
of the other?

Oh, never mind.

She said she
was saving herself

for some tall,
good-looking cowboy

with hair the color
of autumn wheat.

That bring to mind
anybody you know?

You hear that, Squat?

Trampas knows a girl
that's looking for you!

VIRGINIAN: I make it
about 100 over 2,000 head.

Oh, well... we're bound
to lose some along the trail.

By tomorrow, we could haze up
100 or so more strays.

We'll go now
with what we've got.

Head 'em out!
Move 'em north!

Hyah! Whoo!

Get back to Medicine Bow
as fast as you can.

Telegraph the Judge that
we're leaving with 2100 head.

I'll tell him.
We'd better get moving,

or that crew of saddle tramps'll
be in Moose Jaw before we leave.

So long, Steve.

**

Okay, keep 'em moving!

Whoa.

There he is again, huh?
Yup.

He's been following us
the whole way.

Let's find out
what this is all about.

Reach, mister.

Hold it, hold it!

Slim!

You two know each other?

You bet we do!

Come on out of there.
You bet we do!

Are you trying to get
yourself killed?

I could ask you
the same question,

jumping me like that.

You're looking
just great.

You look like you've
been traveling hard.

Well, you know me,
restless feet.

Meet my top hand, Trampas.

Yeah, we've,
uh, already met.

Yeah, well, uh...

This is Slim Jessup.
He once did me a big favor.

I rawhided him
when he was just a raw kid.

He's never forgiven
me for it.

Why were you
following us, Jessup?

Well, the truth
of the matter is

I was just about to drop in
on you and ask for a job.

Mister, you got one!

That is, if you don't mind
traveling north. Moose Jaw.

I'm short-handed,
and I haven't got

a real trail herder
in the bunch.

Slim's an old hand
at pushing cattle.

Uh, Moose Jaw.
Saskatchewan.

That's right.

It's not exactly
a Sunday afternoon stroll.

Sign on, you can
take the point.

That's my job.

I want you to see

how a real drover picks
the trail, Trampus.

Slim, is it a deal?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Sure, sure.

You got yourself
a hand.

**

We'll have to
bed 'em down here.

We got another couple hours
of daylight.

We can get another
mile out of them.

Not if you want
to feed 'em tonight.

There's nothing but dust
and rocks up ahead.

We've moved less
than five miles today.

We'll make it up.

We better.

Head 'em in!

Circle 'em!
We'll bed down here!

James!

James, the plow!

Blade's busted, Pa.

You know we got
less than a week

to get
the winter wheat planted.

We'll be lucky if we have
enough to eat this winter.

Yes, sir.
Now everything stops
till the plow gets fixed.

Where am I gonna get the cash
to pay the blacksmith, James?

I don't know.

Daydreamin' again.

Help the boy
bring up the plow.

I'll hitch up
the rig.

Leave him be.
I can manage without him.

I swear, I'll never
understand that boy.

That boy still
lollygagging?

Blacksmith can't
fix the plow.

Tomorrow I have to look-see
if I can get to loan one.

Maybe from the Pearsons.

One day, maybe more,
wasted.

James!

James!

Oh, do no good
to take it out on the boy.

I know, I know.

Just seems lately
he's just pure bent

on devilin' me
till I can't take it.

Oh, he's not deliberate
ornery, Sam.

I never said he was.

I could break
an ornery whelp.

But a dreamer,
a boy who's always

off in the distance
somewhere...

Yeah. He'll grow out
of it soon enough.

Maybe.

Sometimes I think
I should've sent him

back East
when his mother died.

Her folks would've
taken him in and schooled him.

But I just had to hold on
to some part of her.

Even if I wasn't
the boy's blood kin,

I wanted to raise him
like my own.

Now he's beginning
to hate me for it.

If you could tell him,
talk to him!

Always ends up the same...

him looking at me
and saying nothing,

just like his mother did
when I first brought her out

to this God-forsaken
squat land.

Yeah, he sure keeps
to himself these days.

He ain't touched
that fiddle in months.

On account of me,
it looks like.

I might get some pleasure
out of his playing.

Didn't you hear
supper called?

I heard.

Hey, cow.
Hey, cow.

Come on, get out of there.

What are you doing
in that mess?

Come on.
Come on, Bossy, move it out.

Come on, you can get
out of there.

Come on, cow.
You don't wanna stand there.

It's awfully cold and wet.

Freeze.

You'll spook more
of them into the bog.

Could be quicksand
in there.

Rope him, go ahead.

Kid, back
that whey-belly

you're riding
out of here

and do it easy,
understand?

I can get him out
of the bog, mister.

Do what he
says, boy.

I can get him out
for you, mister.

Never mind.

Now...

get outta here.

You realize I almost lost

half a dozen head
of prime stock?

But I was only
trying to help.

So you said.
Now get!

Mister?

Now what?

You're the trail boss?

That's right.

Could you maybe...

use another hand?

I mean a cowhand.

I don't want to be
a swamper or drive
a wagon or anything.

Am I hearing right, Slim?

Sounds like button-nose
is looking for a job.

My name ain't button-nose.

Well, what is it, son?

It's J... Mike.

Mike Flynn.

Where you from,
Michael?

Nowhere special.

I think he's a farmboy
run away from his folks.

My only kinfolk are dead.

I've been following you
a long time.

Been trying to get up
the nerve to ask for work.

Then I saw those strays...

Forget it, son.

No, no, hold on.

We need all the help
we can get.

Experienced help,
yeah, but...

I remember a young fellow

come riding to me
once for a job.

Fresh out of the State
of Virginia.

Had the same kind
of look about him, too,

you know-- scared,
but full of grit.

No kid I remember
ever looked that green.

You had turnips growing
out of your shoetops.

How old are you, son?

Sixteen.

We could let him ride drag.

He gets a couple layers
of dust on him,

you wouldn't be able
to tell him from a regular hand.

All right,
but he's your responsibility.

Ah, now--

You learn him the work,
make sure he does it.

Come here.

Gee, thanks.

Thanks, mister.
Thanks a whole lot.

Thank you very much.

The name is Slim,

and save that caterwauling
for the cattle.

**

Thanks, Slim.

**

How you doing?

F
Fine.

Better put this
back up there.

Come on, let's go.

**

SLIM: I didn't figure
the river'd be so high.

This the only crossing?

Yeah.
It's kind of risky,

but once we get them
on the other side,

we'll cut 40 miles
from the trail.

Let's get them across.

How's the stew hit you
this evening, sonny?

It's about the best stew
I've ever had.

That kid must've had
a mean childhood.

You know what he make
that stew out of?

What?
Skunk feet
and dishwater.

Uh-uh!

When you look at it,
you think it's skunks' feet.

But after you've eat it,
you wish it was!

You hombres wouldn't
know good chow

if it up and bit ya!

Bad luck, losing those cattle
crossing the river today.

Yeah, and the Virginian's madder
than a stepped-on rattler.

Man ain't got it in him
to do what he's trying to do.

Well, he's got to push us
if we're gonna make it on time.

We gotta make it on time.
Lulubelle's waiting for me.

Hey, uh, you know this fella
who told me about her?

Not now, Angus. I'm riding
right out again. Coffee?

Trampas, cow up the line
just dropped a calf.

Congratulations.

Mother's bawling her head off
and getting the herd nervy.

You better get back
and take care of that calf,

or we're gonna have
a rampage.

I'm so tuckered out my bones
are talking to each other.

Well, who isn't?

We lost ten head
at that river crossing,

and we ain't on any picnic,
you know.

You don't handle that calf,
we're gonna be pushing cows

back into the herd
all night.

I'll do it.

I'm all finished
with my supper.

What would you
like me to do?

You wouldn't be able
to handle it by yourself, Mike.

I'll give him a hand.

Good.

Where, uh,
the cow at?

Back up the line, about half,
three quarters of a mile.

There's couple of dead trees
and a little gulch.

But what are we
supposed to do?

I'll show you
when we get there.

Come on, Mike.

Mike and Ike.
They look alike.

Rest of you men
were half as eager as they are,

we wouldn't be
two days behind.

I'm telling you right now,
we're gonna make it up.

How we gonna do that?

By starting an hour
earlier every morning,

beginning tomorrow.

Hoo!

* Roll me over easy *

* Roll me over slow *

* Roll me on my right side

* 'Cause that man,
he hurt me so *

Chow now, boss?

Keep it hot.

**

Look, over there.

Yeah, yeah,
that's it.

Cute little thing,
isn't it?

Can't keep up
with the herd.

Causes a lot
of trouble.

Well, what do we do?

Well, we take the calf
away from its mother,

put the mother
back in the herd.

Let's do it.

Ho!

Get 'em back there!
Get 'em back in the herd!

Put a rope on her
and get her out of here.

Now, get that cow outta here
before we have trouble!

What are you doing?

What am I doing?
Gonna kill it.

Can't we just take
him with us?

Mike, you just want to
play at being a cowboy,

or do you want
to be a cowhand?

Some things you gotta
learn right off.

May come hard to you,
but you gotta learn.

You gotta make up
your mind.

First rule is you gotta
keep the herd moving,
no matter what.

Every drover knows that
when a cow drops a calf,

you gotta stop
and get rid of it fast,

or else you're
gonna be in for trouble.

The steers start
getting nervous,

and first thing
you know, why,

you're fighting
the whole herd

just because of one
little bitty calf.

So what we do
is we butcher it
and we eat it,

and that's
the long and short
of the whole thing.

Yes, I see, but--

Look, go on.

You get this cow
back in the herd.

I'll meet you
back at camp.

I'll take care
of the calf.

Go on, now.
Go on before it gets dark.

Slim?

Yeah?

Nothing.

Come on, you dumb slab,
aside a bag of fleas.

Come on!

Hey, Hard Pan,
go get the checkerboard.

Where'd you put it?

In my bedroll
on the supply wagon.

I got the first game.

For how much?

Two bits says
I'll whip you.

Man, you got
yourself a bet.

Come on, let's
roll this thing out.

Hey, that ain't mine.
It's the kid's.

HARD PAN: Well,
look at that. A fiddle!

Well, I'll be.

Kid's holding
out on us! Heh.

Oh, God.

Give me that fiddle.
Give it to me! It's mine!

Hey, now, don't--
You've got no right
searching my things!

Give me that fiddle,
or I'll kill you!

You gonna talk like that,
you're gonna have to
take it away from me.

Hey, Hard Pan,
want a fiddle?

Come on, come on!
You'll break it!

You're gonna break it! Please!

There she is, kid!

Come on, give
the kid his fiddle!

Please, you're
gonna break it!

Come on, come on,
please.

Give it to me.
Come on, please!

Give it back to me!

Here, fiddle!

Oh, fiddle!

Come on!

Well, Mike,
you made a threat,

and you gotta learn in
cow camp you don't do that.

Hey!

Give the boy his fiddle,
or I'll bust you on up.

All right. Here.

Wasn't aiming
to hurt it.

Now let go of my arm.
We're just having fun.

I'm just having fun too.
Why aren't you laughing?

You let go of my arm.

Let go of my arm.

Belt him, Slim!

Get him.
Come on!

Come on, Trampas.

Come on.
That's it, Slim!

Go on, get him!

Again! That's the way.

Come on, Trampas.

Yee-haw!

All right, Trampas!
Get off him!

If you wanna fight,
fight with me!

I'll take you on.
Both of ya!

This jasper just
about broke my arm.

Haven't I got enough trouble
without you two

batting each other's
brains out?

This clown took
the kid's fiddle and--

You shut up. I don't care
if you murder each other,

but wait till we get
the herd to Moose Jaw.

Boss, they
was only...

And the rest of you,
letting them go on?

What's the matter
with you?

Boss?
What do you want?

I'm sorry, but I think
the whole thing was my fault.

Oh, really?
How's that?

Well, I guess it struck
them kinda funny,

me having a fiddle
and all,

and not telling
anybody about it.

You know, they all just
wanted a little fun.

Would've been okay,
except...

they had no way
of knowing

how much this fiddle
means to me.

Well, maybe you're right.

But the next smart aleck
who starts a brawl

can draw his pay
and light out!

I mean it.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Did your father
give you the fiddle?

No, my ma did.

It's about the only thing
I have left to remember her by.

Can you play it?

Yep, a little bit.

She used
to give me lessons,

up until I was nine.

That's when she died.

Oh.

Must be a...

wonderful thing to be
able to make music.

I don't even know
how to hold it.

Like this.

Would you play
something for me?

Oh, that?

Oh, that's all over
and forgotten.

Go ahead.

**

Morning, miss.

Can I help
you gentlemen?

We're looking for
a cowhand named Slim Jessop.

Do you know him?

Slim.

Oh, I remember him!

He used to work
for my father when I was a girl.

That's a long time ago.

Well, we thought
maybe he was back here
working with you.

Fact is, a farmer
down the road apiece

said he saw him
not far from here

a few weeks ago.

I couldn't say.
He hasn't been around.

Shiloh's a big ranch.

Most of the hands
are away.

They're taking a herd
up to Moose Jaw.

That's in Canada.

I see.

They should be getting there
in a couple of weeks.

At least, I hope so.
It means a lot to my father.

Thank you
anyway, miss.

You're welcome.

Uh, what's he done?
Slim Jessop, I mean?

He killed a man, miss.

My brother.

Oh.

Well, it's a long way
to Moose Jaw.

I'm not
giving up now.

If there's one chance
in a hundred

that Jessop's with that crew,
I'm going after him.

TRAMPAS: You might
as well give up, Squat.
I got you boxed in.

Well, I'll just make you
a present of that man.

Then I'll take
one, two, three!

JAMES'S FATHER:
Can I come in?

Didn't want
to startle you,

coming in out of the dark,
could be unhealthful.

It sure could, mister.

Come on in
where we can see you.

Which one's the trail boss?

He's out checking
the night guards.
What's on your mind?

I'm looking for a boy,
my step-son, about 16.

He did some talking about
joining up as a cowhand.

You figure he's with us?

Well, your outfit
was pretty near my place
about the time he left.

What's this boy
look like?

Stringy,
about 5' 10".

This boy done
something bad?

Can't say he did,
'cept run off.

You see, legally he's
supposed to stay with me
till he's of age,

so if he's here, mister,

I got the right
to take him back.

Well, has he been
missing quite a while?

Couple of weeks.

How come you just
started looking for him?

If you was a farmer,
you'd know.

It's seeding time.
I couldn't leave off seeding,

or we wouldn't
have enough to eat.

Boy I'm talking about
had a horse.

Big horse. Red.

Big red horse?

Hmm. I don't know.

Slim?

What's the boy's name,
case we happen to
run into him?

James Cafferty.

Well, mister,
you got the wrong outfit.

I can tell you positively
there's nobody

riding with us by the name
of James or Cafferty.

Guess I do have
the wrong outfit.

Thanks anyway.

Yo.

You can come out
now, Mike.

Thank you.

What?

I'm ever so much obliged.

If you hadn't lied for me,
I'd've had to go back.

Lie?

I don't know
what he's talking about.

James.

**

Slim.
Hmm?

It's about Mike.

You really think
you should've

sent his step-father
away like that?

Boy didn't want
to go back with him.

Well, that's
not the point.

The step-father probably
has a legal right to him.

Every man has a right
to make his own decisions.

Mike's not a man;
he's a kid.

Slim, come here.

What's eating you,
anyway?

I just think that
if the boy feels

he wants to go
out on his own,

he's got a right
to try it.

You're probably right
about that,

but it's not that-- it's
your whole attitude.

You're barking at everybody,
biting everybody's head off.

Every little town
we've hit, the other men

have gone off to have
some fun. You never go.

It's as if you were
hiding from something.
I don't know.

We've been friends
a long time, haven't we?

I do my job as good
as anybody in the outfit?

If I wanna be by myself,
that's my own business.

All right?

All right, Slim.

What a poor excuse
for a town.

Not even a saloon.

You get any mail?
Huh?

Oh, mail. Yo.

Got two letters.

One here for Squat,

and one for James Michael
Flynn Cafferty.

That's my full name.

Hey, Squat, I got
a letter here for you.

Maybe I better
read it to you.

"Dear James, I'm sending
this letter in care

"of the Shiloh herd because
I know you're with them.

"I saw your horse the night
I come looking for you.

"I've been thinking, James,

"and I don't blame you
for leaving me.

"The work is hard
and dull for a boy,

"but I wish you'd've
talked it over with me

"before you left.

"I never was much
to talk myself,

"but I want you to know
I miss you

"and I hope someday
you'll wanna come home.

"I've got some
of your things here.

"Write me where
you want them sent.

Your step-pa,
Sam Cafferty."

What's the trouble, son?

Bad news?

I thought I was right
in running away from home,

but now I don't know.

You know, Mike,
I ran away from home once.

Long time ago.

Just felt my folks' ranch
wasn't big enough to hold me.

Since then, things happened
to keep me running.

So I don't reckon
I'm a fit person to judge.

I used to stand in the fields

and watch the wild geese
flying north.

So free.

Nothing to hold
them back.

I felt if I could
only be like them,

just go.

Keep on going.

Get to see new places
and things.

You understand,
don't you, Slim?

Tell you what.

Comes the end
of this trail,

why don't you and me
head south to California
for the winter?

I know a place we can
get jobs riding.

Come spring, we can
head north again,

if we got nothing
better to do.

Just like
the wild geese, huh?

Yeah.

**

Well, there she is.

VIRGINIAN: Moose Jaw,
Saskatchewan.

TRAMPAS: Prettiest words
I ever heard.

Tonight's my night
to howl. Lulubelle's waiting.

Hey, pull them cows!
Let's go! I got me a date!

There's Moose Jaw
up there!

Come on, boys!

Oh, Sheriff, Mr. Lacey.
You just missed him.

Who's that?

Boss of that Shiloh outfit
you've been waiting for.

They just arrived,
camped somewhere's out of town.

Where?

South, I guess.

They'll be in town
tonight, though, he said.

Thank you.

Want to go out there
after him?

Might be rough.
Those cowhands stick together.

We can wait
till tonight.

**

What'd you find out?
We make it on time?

The cattle train'll be
in Moose Jaw to meet us
tomorrow noon!

You know, this must've been
a record drive we made.

You all did a real fine job,
and the Judge'll thank you
personally when we get home.

Aw, now, don't
thank us, boss.

Give us some time off
in town, huh?

I was just coming to that,
and what I saw of that town,

it's got a happy saloon
and lots of entertainment,

so you all get
the evening off.

I'm a curly, ring-tailed lobo.
It's my night to howl.

Except that two of us
are gonna have to stay
here to guard the herd.

We'll put our names
in a hat,

and the first two
that get drawn out

have to stay.
Fair enough?

Yeah, that's fair enough.
I'll go along with that.

All right.

Let's get it done!

First one that doesn't get to go
is Come Along Jackson.

Aw...

Poor sucker.
Come Along don't get
to come along.

Well, I don't mind
too much.

I might get drunk
and wake up married again!

And the second poor sucker
that don't get to go...

is Trampas!

Aw, you're joshing me.
Let me see that paper.

I've been counting
on this the whole trail.

Lulubelle ain't gonna
like me not showing up.

Well, she didn't even
know you was coming.

Uh, Come Along, I'm sure
gonna miss your stew.

You are?

Boy, am I glad
I'm gonna miss it!

Oh...

Hey, uh, Mike boy?
Yeah?

Um, you don't really
want to go into town, do you?

Well, yeah, I thought
it might be kind of fun.

Well, you know,
there's not much

you can do there
except waste
a little time, uh...

Trampas, you know that's
a bald-faced lie.

Trampas, you go ahead
into town.

I'll stay here
with Come Along,
guard the herd.

You mean that, Slim?
Why, 'course I mean it.

I've seen plenty
of Moose Jaws in my time.

You, uh, you sure
you don't want to go in, Slim?

I thought we might have
an old-fashioned shindig.

No, no thanks.
I'll stay here.

Slim, you're
a real pal.

I'll drink every
second drink to you.

I'll even tell Lulubelle
what you did for her.

All right.

Aren't you gonna
get yourself cleaned up?

You, uh, you want
to borrow my razor?

No.

I was just thinking maybe
I wouldn't go in tonight.

Maybe I'll just stay here

and we could sit and talk
about next spring

and you and me teaming up
and everything?

No, you go along.

Get yourself a good look
at those bright lights.

I remember the first time,

the most exciting of all.

Go on.

Ah!

Hey, boss!

With a new shirt
and a shave you
look almost human.

Well, thank you!

Hey, give me some
of that chicken.

How do you like
that Trampas,

missing out on all
this scrumptious eatin'!

Couldn't wait to see
that Lulubelle.

Oh, do you see
what I see?

Hey, Trampas, back here!

What happened, Trampas?
Where's Lulubelle?

Can't trust a woman.
You just can't trust 'em.

What happened?

They'll double-cross you
every time,

the minute your back
is turned.

Well, come on, man.
Tell us!

I went down to her place
and I knocked on the door.

And this vision
of loveliness

comes out and throws
her arms around you?

This big galoot came out,
about seven feet tall.

Who was he?

Oh, her husband.

She got hitched?

Hitched.

There oughta be a law
against that.

You know what
I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna get
good and pickled!

Now, that's
a real smart huckleberry!

I'm gonna help you.

I'd better join them, or they
won't be working tomorrow.

Come on, Angus.
I might need ya.

Is the boss
of the Shiloh outfit around?

Wonder what they want
with the Virginian?

Hmm?

See those two strangers
talking to the Virginia?

Don't let them
catch you looking.

Sheriffs from someplace
down in Idaho.

They're after Slim.

Slim?

Take it easy.
Don't draw their attention.

They followed him
as far as Medicine Bow,

then they lost his trail,
so they figured he's with us.

What do they want
with Slim?

This is Canada.
They can't come
across for him.

They got a paper
says they can.

Soon as they find him,
they'll take him back.

Mike, listen to me.
Me and Hard Pan are gonna

start a ruckus
to sidetrack them, understand?

As soon as
the commotion starts,

you slip out the back
and ride like Billy Blue Blazes.

Tell Slim to hide out.

What has Slim done?

He killed a man
down in Idaho.

Now, you get ready to scoot
as soon as the fight starts.

Let's pick
a lively one.

Need more than one
to start a ruckus.

I got one for sale.
How much you askin'?

Are you talking as a friend
or as a horse trader?

Horse trader.

I don't know.
Trade you a mare.

What was that for?

Just an irresistable urge.

A what?

An urge.

Well, all right.

Ain't you mad at me?

No, but, uh,
don't do it again.

Come on, come on!

We'd better
stop that!

( tables scraping,
glass shattering )

Come over here fast!
They're busting up
the saloon!

**

Slim!

Slim!

Where are you, Slim?

Easy, there.
Settle down.

* Settle down,
you dogies *

Slim!

Settle down, dogies.
There's nothing to be scared of.

Slim, where are you?
Over here, Mike.

Keep your voice down,
Mike.

The lightning's got
them a little spooked.

They're liable
to stampede.

The law's after you, Slim.

Two sheriffs in Moose Jaw.
You gotta run.

I'm sorry you
found that out, Mike.

You gotta get away.

They might be here
any minute.

Nope, I'm not gonna
run anymore, Mike.

But you got to.
If they find you,

they might take you back
to Idaho and ha--

Hang me?

Well, isn't that the price
the law asks for killing a man?

If you killed a man,
he must've needed killing.

Anyway, you
gotta get away.

That's what
counts most.

Nope. No, I'm gonna
go back with them, Mike.

But what about us?

What about next spring?

Oh, hey, I...

Sorry about that, Mike.
I forgot.

We'll just have to...

wait and see
what happens, huh?

Here they come.
Slim!

They told you?

I knew there was
something bothering you.

You should've trusted me.
We could've worked it out.

Well, he was...

He would've killed me.
He was choking me.

I had to kill him.

That's all the more reason!

He won't run!
He's gonna go back with them.

I'm trying to get Mike
to understand.

I didn't mean
to kill that man,

but I panicked
and I ran.

Maybe if I stayed
I would've gotten justice,

I don't know, but I ran
and I've been running since.

No peace,
hiding out like a...

afraid to mingle
with people

for fear somebody'd
recognize me.

That's no good, Mike.
Won't work.

Even if I were to
get away now,

be something hanging over me
for the rest of my life.

You know, I...

I think maybe I decided

to give myself up
a long time ago.

He's right, Mike.

Man can't run away
from what's inside of him.

Yes, but
if they...

I'll see he gets a fair trial.
I promise you that.

I'll get the Judge
and the boys to pitch in.

We'll get the best lawyer
there is.

I think I'll go to town
right now and get it over with.

They're stampeding!

Slim, get around
the left flank.

I'll try and turn 'em.

Mike, get back
and get Come Along.

It's gonna take us all night
to push 'em into a herd.

Listen, Mike,
remember one thing.

If they start running,
heading towards you,

get yourself in the clear,
no matter what!

**

I guess that
about rounds 'em up.

Did we lose any?

I don't think so.

You better get
some breakfast.

Crew got back
about an hour ago.

I've never been
so tuckered out
in my whole life.

You did a big job.

Come on.

Hi, Mike.
Hi.

Must've been
a rough night.

I wish we'd
been here to help.

Have some coffee, Mike?

Thanks.

Where's Slim?

Where's Slim?

He tried to turn the herd.

His horse fell.

Slim?

Why?

I wish I knew.

Well, we'd
better start.

Train's gonna pull out
in a couple hours.

You... want
to stay with him?

We'll give him

a proper burial
when we get back.

What are you
sitting around for?

You want to miss the train?
Let's move those cattle.

Keep it moving!

Hurry up, boys!
Move 'em on!

Mike?

Lord...

I don't know
no educated prayers

to say for Slim.

Wasn't a very religious man,
I guess.

Maybe he'd done
some things that was wrong...

but he was awful good to me.

Lord, if You'll
just treat him like...

like Slim treated me.

Amen.

MEN: Amen.

Up there is
my step-pa's farm.

Mike, I've been meaning
to talk to you about that.

Yes, sir?

Well, you know you've got
a steady job with us now,

or I'll be glad
to recommend you

to anyone else
you want to work for.

That's what I thought I wanted.

Up until now.

But he wouldn't have written
that letter unless he needed me.

No, I guess not.

Like you said,

I can't keep running.

That's for sure.

I'm going back up there.

They need me.

I kind of figured
you'd see it that way,

sooner or later.

I'm sorry I can't
take that job you offered me.

Maybe someday,
when you're your own man,

look me up.

The job'll
be waiting.

Thanks for everything.

Listen, I don't
want to have

to tell the others
good-bye.

Could you...?

I'll tell 'em.

Thanks.

Come on, Red.

**

Where's the kid going?

What kid?

He's going home.

Well, you saddle bows
wanna sit here all day?

Don't you want
to go home, too?

Let's move!

**