All language subtitles for Will Penny (1967) E o bravo ficou s├│.eng

# Get along, little doggy,
ride around them slow

# 'Cause the fires in the smithy
are a-raring to go

# Now old Bill Jones
had a daughter and a son

# The son went to Denver,
the daughter went wrong

# His wife got killed
in a pool hall fight

# Now old Bill sings
from morning until night

# Get along, little doggy,
ride around them slow

# 'Cause the fires in the smithy
are a-raring to go #

Damn you, Will Penny!

Steal my biscuits
and bring me no firewood!

What the hell's
got into you?

Them biscuits ain't for you to steal.
They ain't to be ate till I say so.

Now, come on,
give 'em back.

At least
give me some coffee.

Bring me some
firewood.

Go on. Pot ain't boiled
yet anyhow.

Chuck! Come and get it, you
cow-nurses, or I'll throw it out!

- Chuck's on!
- Come on out, boys.

Get outta those blankets,
damn you!

- Wearing snowshoes, Bo?
- You've been walkin' on my feet.

Old man like you belongs at the end
of the line. We do all the work.

I'm surprised you got this far.
You earned yourself a warm corner.

That's enough, Shorthorn.

Was you about to do something?
'Cause I'd sure clean your plough.

- Whoa!
- Ride him!

You stupid,
jug-head bastard!

Last day.
Make it a good one.

Get there today
and you make your bonus.

Get where? Ain't a bottle of whisky
or a town inside a week of here.

Save your money! Get a
spread of your own, like me.

- Money didn't get you into cattle.
- No? What did, Will?

More like a long rope
and a hot iron.

Let's go!

Don't be afraid
to ask for help when

you need it,
old man.

It's better time you did
something, Will.

Fightin' don't get
the work done.

- Something chasing you, Dutchy?
- If the augur sees you, he'll get mad.

Ja. I see where they're taking us.
Nowhere, that's where.

Nowhere at all!

Who figures it out
they put a spur there? What for?

Everybody trying
to get ahead somebody else.

Train company wants to
get to the cows.

Anse wants to get to
market first, to get top price.

And the poor cow-hand
rides drag.

- Better than pushin' a plough.
- Ja.

Down steer!

Bigfoot!
Comin' a-runnin'!

He busted my damn leg!

Easy. Over here.

- Gimme some air, boys.
- Stand back, boys.

She's busted, all right.
Grab a hold of this.

- Here.
- You've been holding out on us.

That stuff's for doctoring,
not drinking. Hang on to him.

That's enough.

- Feels like it's smashed to pieces.
- He'll go to Kansas City with us.

He'll get a doctor there
and his train ticket home.

What if he can't work
for you no more, Anse?

That's the fall of the cards.
He'll get a job some place.

Ike, how did you manage that?
Real slop. But that's the way I like it.

You do the cooking.

I'll get a job where the horse
has the brains and does all the work.

Well, look who's here.
Where you been hidin', Grandpa?

Might not be good,
but it's hot!

- You ain't fightin' proper!
- You're the one that's down.

I told you that leaky mouth
would jump up on you, Boetius!

- Won't you fight with these?!
- I use my hands for working.

If the Lord wanted men
to fight like dogs,

well, He'd've give 'em
teeth and claws.

He's younger than you figure,
ain't it, sonny?

You go to your gun,
I'll hang you right here!

- You boys wanna fight, or get paid?
- Get paid!

- If you can't write, make your mark.
- I went to four grades of school!

- Want your train ticket?
- Don't need it. Got my wagon.

Move on.
Let the next man in.

You can't cowboy as good
as you write. Ticket?

No ticket for me.
I think I ride along with Blue.

- What's your whole name, Will?
- Penny. Will Penny.

- You got any family?
- No.

Another job to go to?

This time of year?
You know better than that.

You're a good steady hand.
You can be bull-nurse with me.

Wait here for the train
and ride to Kansas City.

Sure thing.

Mr Howard. Can I go with you
to Kansas City?

- You wanna see the elephant?
- Naw, hell. I've been there before.

My pa lives there.
He's gettin' pretty old.

If I don't see him on this trip,
I won't see him again at all.

I already got Will Penny.

If you wanna go, you've got
more than enough to get there.

Well, you're a fair man,
Mr Howard.

I'll see you
punchers some time.

- Ever been to K.C.?
- No. I guess I'll see the elephant.

Ja!

Wiedersehen, Will.

- Will. I gotta talk with you.
- Sure.

It's about my pa.

- So long, Anse.
- So long, Bo.

Damn haul gets longer
every year.

See you back in
cactus country.

I don't know, Bigfoot. It puts me
out of a job mighty sudden.

There's a place north of here.
Flatiron. He might be hiring.

In the winter?

I wouldn't lie to you, honest.
Hold on. Look.

I'll give you some of my pay.
20 dollars!

Which one of you
is coming with me?

Aw hell, go on, then.

Gimme 10 dollars so
I don't feel like a damn fool.

- Me, Mr Howard, if it's OK.
- Come on.

- Much obliged, Will.
- Yeah.

You fellas got room
for one more hand?

So long, boys!

So long, boys!

Hey, Blue.
Come on, wake up.

I bet there's some place in
this wilderness they got whisky.

- And beds.
- I forgot what it tastes like.

And a bath.
I think I got bugs.

Just one shot.

I sure hope
we can find us a job.

Not the three of us together. Ain't no
place they hire three hands in winter.

One job's all I need. Sharing
a blanket don't make us married.

Will. I think he'll find
that Flatiron spread to hire on.

It's a damned good thing
he can cowboy, 'cause he sure

can't navigate.

It ain't hot yet.

Come on!
Go and get the water.

All right.

- What the hell...?
- It's an elk. Fresh meat.

Hey! Good shot, Blue.
You got him.

- But I didn't. Didn't you?
- Didn't l...?

Ja. I shot him with
my knife.

- Let's move him.
- Or somebody gonna be mad.

Madder than a stud
at gelding time.

Careful.
They got the sun on us.

Rawhiders.

Ja. It's bad business.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Name's Quint. Preacher Quint.
These here are my boys.

Mighty nice of you
mindin' that elk for us.

We can clean it up
ourselves.

Rafe, here,
handles a knife just fine.

We give them the elk, ja?

We were onto it first. Next thing,
they'll want our breeches.

Come on, Papa.
Let's kill 'em.

We seen a whole camp back there.
Where's the rest of the party?

My shot brought it down.

- Maybe we split 'im up with you.
- Shut up, Dutchy.

Well, now. That's better.
There's 5 of us.

Countin' my woman.

However many
there is of you?

If you was only two, that elk
might be enough to go round.

We'll work it out that way.
Then we all go away friends, ja?

There's more of us.
But we'll make do.

I don't see no more of you.
Maybe you're saying that to trick us.

Or maybe you're saying that
because you know that elk is ours.

And you're scared because the Lord
don't side with them that lies and steals.

The Lord sides
with the righteous.

If you go away,
maybe the Lord will go easy

and forget you tried to rob folk
of what's theirs.

Walk away in peace.

- We leave them the damn elk!
- If they let us.

They killed Romulus!

Beware
the wrath of the Lord!

He strikes down them
that have blood on their hands!

He punisheth the sinner!

Life for life!

Eye for eye!

Tooth for tooth.

Burnin' for burnin'!

Wound for wound!

Stripe for stripe!

Who sheddeth man's blood,

by man shall
his blood be shed!

You ain't seen
the last of me!

Blue!

- Dutchy, what's wrong?
- I'm shot.

I think maybe I done it
to myself.

I couldn't get the gun
out of my pocket.

Don't you move.
We'll get the wagon.

Blue!

- Don't forget the elk.
- Yeah.

Hey!
Pig, pig, pig...

Is there a doctor nearby?
We got a man hurt.

- Come in. Maybe I can help.
- No, thank you.

Isn't there
a damn doctor close?

About a half day's
fast ride up the road.

Town of Alfred. I don't know
the doctor's name.

If you're bad enough
to see a doctor,

time you get there
it's too late anyway.

- How bad's your friend hurt?
- Bad. He's gut-shot. Bad.

Belly-shot out here?
He's a dead man for certain.

He'll bleed to hell
before he gets to Alfred.

Hello there! Name's Catron.
Place is mine.

Got some
good whisky inside.

Best to make him rest easy
while he waits for the end.

Anything he drinks, on the house.
Bury him out back.

I'll carve him a nice head-marker.
25 dollars sound about right?

You sound almighty sure
he's gonna die.

Sure, I'm sure. Best to face
these things so you can make plans.

Dutchy?
How are you makin' out?

Oh, Will...
It hurts like hell.

- We'll go on.
- Hey, Will...

Maybe he's right what he said.
That I die before we get there.

No, hell...

We have waited a long time
for a drink of whisky, ja? And...

Here is the last place
before that town, and,

you know,
maybe I'll never get there.

Will, I'd like to have
a sure drink here.

Better than
a maybe drink later on.

It couldn't hurt so much,
one drink.

Come on!

Yes, sir! Planning means a man
don't get any unhappy surprises.

Take your friend. You know,
and he knows, he's gonna die.

You don't have to fight over
his goods. Take that coat,

for a coat like that,
I'd give a man 5, 6 dollars.

- You...!
- Will!

Give us a bottle
and 3 glasses.

Can you pay?

You got more guts than
a man could hang on a fence.

We can pay.

How's she taste?

Damned if I know.
But it sure burns a dollar's worth.

Good, ain't it?

Aaah! Schei�e!

Gott verdammte!

Ma!

- Ma! / - HG, don't shout.
Don't shout. I can hear you.

There's a man, he's hurt.
He's lying there in a wagon.

- Is he alive?
- Sure is.

He's cussing
something awful,

some words I never
even heard before.

You have to get to a doctor,
immediately.

Too late for a doctor.
No...

I'm just
a dying cowboy.

Well, there must be
something I can do.

If, maybe, you could

- hold my hand?
- Of course.

- You're an angel, lady.
- Tell me, how did it happen?

Wild lndians they was,
lady.

Maybe... 50.

My friends ran away
and left me to fight them off.

Why, the cowards!
That's terrible!

Ja, that's right.
Them bummers.

They wait until them lndians
is all finished,

then they come back,
and bring me here.

Here you go, Dutchy.

Thanks, Will.

Least I can do after
you killed all them lndians.

Are you one of the men, his friends,
who left him to the savages?

- We surely did.
- You call yourself a man?

You call yourself his friend
and then you do this to him.

If I were you, I'd never speak...
I would never speak to them again.

Ja. Maybe I won't.

I cannot comprehend behaviour
like yours, I simply can't.

It's easy to figure, ma'am.
We just ain't as brave as him.

Dutchy's... plumb brave.

Yes, he is. And you leave him
to die in the cold.

At least
bring him inside.

That won't help him, juggling
that bullet around in his innards.

Is that going to
help him?

It may not put him
back on his feet

but it won't put him
in his grave either.

Is there anything more
I can do to help you?

No.

Hey, Will.

What he said,
that Schwein...

You see,
is he right, do you think?

- I will die?
- It happens to all of us, Dutchy.

No, Will. You know
what I mean.

Is now my time?

We'll get you to
that doctor.

I don't know, Dutchy.
How the hell do I know?

There's a lot I ain't done yet.
Cowboyin' around.

Hurts like hell.

- I'll get you another drink.
- Hey, Will?

I'm only 27 years old.

Hey, Will!

- Want part of the bet?
- What bet?

He bet 50 dollars Dutchy
don't make it to... Where's it?

- Alfred.
- Want some of that?

- All you got.
- Another 50!

- You got a bet.
- Let's drink on it, like gentlemen.

How do you know
what gentlemen do?

Mr Bodine.

Mr Bodine, you promised to get us
to California before winter set in.

That's what my husband
paid you for.

Yes, ma'am.
He sure did.

As soon as you finish that plate,
we're leaving. Is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Yes.

Let's have another bottle.
One of them St Louis ones.

- Mr Bodine.
- That'll be 3 dollars, ma'am.

Hurry up, HG!

Get your stockings.

Hold on.

- What do you think, Will?
- About what?

About Dutchy.

- You known him a long time?
- No.

- Why did you bet?
- Why did you?

We been working the same outfits,
3, 4 years running.

He's a good old boy.

And this ain't a good way
for him to go.

I'll tell you Blue,
there ain't no good way to go.

Let's drink up
and get outta here.

- Sonny?
- Yes, sir?

- Where's the doctor?
- Doctor?

- They said you got a doctor here.
- Down the street. The barber's shop.

Where it says
"Post Office".

Doctor? There's a man
hurt out here.

- How about it?
- He's bad shot.

Shot, hell. He's damn
near frozen to death.

He smells like a still. Did you
stop off on the way to celebrate?

Slow and easy. If you move too fast,
they might miss something.

Over there on the couch.

Better go home, John.
I'll finish you later.

If I want any help, I'll send for you.
You can go home now.

Mattie! I'll need you.

You must have taken
your own sweet time getting here.

This is my wife,
Missus Fraker.

I don't know their names.

If we straighten him out too fast,
he'll break, he's that cold.

Let's warm him up,
and then get his clothes off.

Why don't you boys go to the hotel,
get yourselves a bath?

Come back
tomorrow morning.

Children.
Dangerous children.

- But it's so early!
- Early, hell. The sun's up.

Oh. The sun's up.

Go along, now.
I'll see you again.

Not if I see you first.

Will, are you really
that set on going?

It's a place
I'd not care to winter.

The way money goes,
I'd be sellin' my saddle.

But ridin' the grub line
up here?

There's that Flatiron spread
Bigfoot spoke about.

If that don't work out,
I guess I'll head south. You?

I reckon I'll just
hang around a spell.

Maybe get a job bar-doggin'.
See how old Dutchy makes out.

Maybe we'll cut trails some day,
south of here.

Maybe so, Will.

Yeah. That's him,
all right.

Ain't no way to forget him.
Not while he's alive, anyway.

- We sure as hell can fix that
in a hurry. / - Not yet.

Plenty of time.

He ain't going nowhere
we can't find him.

And we're just gonna take
our own good time about it.

About carvin' him up.

You make 'im out,
Alex?

- Somebody ridin' grub line, I suppose.
- That's a Flatiron horse.

- Ain't that Bright Eyes?
- Yeah, one of old Claude's string.

- Want to talk about this?
- I found him like that.

I guess he came off and wrapped up
the whole ball of wax, right there.

Old Claude
was a good horsebacker.

Pretty forky.

If you say so.
I never had the pleasure.

What brings you up here?

- Are you the stud duck?
- That's right.

I just shoved a bunch from Texas,
put 'em on the train

- and went off the payroll.
- You're looking for a meal?

No, I'm looking for a job. One of the
Texas hands said you might be hirin'.

I'll take 'im.

He ain't comin'.
I come instead.

- You must need a hand.
- Claude was a good cow-puncher.

Mighty good man
all the way round.

Well, sure.

- That's always the way.
- What's always the way?

Let a man die, right away
he's good old Claude.

How was he before
he bucked out?

You boys, go dig a proper grave.
We'll hold services for him later.

Come on over to
the bunkhouse.

This here gentleman
calls himself Will Penny.

He comes ridin' around here
as nice as you please,

hopin' to find yourself
a nice job.

And there lays old Claude,
just beggin' him:

"Take mine, Mr Penny,
take mine!"

Hell, that's the story
you give the big augur.

Now, we're just no-account
cow-punchers together, here.

Ain't no need for you
to tell us them lies.

Well, son. You dealt this hand.
I guess you'll just have to play it out.

Hold it! All of you.

This man's on the payroll.
A Flatiron hand, not a stranger.

Any eyeballing done
around here, I'll do it.

- Hell, we're just trying to help 'im.
- Yeah, like a sharp stick in the eye.

Take Claude's job,
line-rider in the ridge country.

Pay's 30 dollars a month.

Are you sure
you rode line before?

Sure enough to have
mighty strong feelings about it.

You can tell
he's done it before.

We got rules here on the Flatiron.
You hold to 'em and we'll be friends.

Break 'em and you're out before
you can say, "Excuse me, ma'am".

First, we got
no drinkin' or gamblin'.

Cut the wolf loose all you want
in town, but not on this layout.

- Is that plain?
- Plain enough.

The pilgrims that come through:
as long as they keep movin', fine.

If they take a beef now and then,
you don't do much either.

But you don't let nobody stop.
That's the most important thing.

Nobody stops
on Flatiron range.

- What if they don't move?
- They'll move all right.

Won't nobody say
nothing about it, neither.

One of the boys'll tell you
how to get to the old shack.

Three or four days' ride.
Is there anything else?

No. I reckon
you said it all.

About them nesters.
If there's too many to handle,

come back for help.

Otherwise, I don't wanna
hear from you till spring.

Hello, the shack!

You may as well
come on out.

This here's Flatiron range.
You can't squat here.

Don't, don't...
Don't shoot!

Please! Don't shoot!

My name's Will Penny.
You remember me, ma'am, from the

road ranch,
that man Catron's place?

- Don't come nearer!
I'm alone and... / - Ma!

The boy's right. Don't ever tell
a stranger out here you're alone.

- Where's your guide Mr Bodine?
- He went on ahead.

- Did he get paid?
- My husband paid him in St Louis.

He ain't comin' back,
I can promise you that.

Anybody could see
he had no stomach for it.

Now look at you.

You and the button,
you can't sleep in the wagon.

Well, of course we won't.

- You can't stay here.
- Why?

This is Flatiron range.
The rules say no squatters.

If you won't move on peaceable,
somebody will come and make you.

Are you gonna do that?

If I don't,
they'll just send some...

That's how it is up here.

Nobody's using
this old shack, anyway.

A line-rider uses it, son.

Look,
there ain't no way...

Don't come any nearer.
This may go off.

Please, don't be scared.

I ain't gonna hurt you none.
Look, I'll be on my way.

Please be careful with
that damned thing, ma'am.

I'll be gone 2, 3 days,
maybe a week.

I gotta see how
this place lays out.

That gives you
plenty of time to pack up.

When I get back, you be gone
from the line-rider's shack.

Mr Penny!

Who is the line-rider?

Me. I am.

- We'll have to get more tomorrow.
- Already?

You want to be warm,
'specially in the morning.

You goin'
somewheres, boy?

He ain't as stout as
he looks.

Aw, hell!

Just stand right there.

- Gimme my knife back.
- Get his boots.

Boots hell, Papa. We're
gonna get everything here.

Come on down!

Papa!

He ain't dead yet.
Ain't we gonna get to kill him?

Oh, that's bad.

That is bleedin' real bad.
We don't want that to happen.

I knew a fella once, his
wagon team got away with him,

run a wheel spoke
through his middle.

Bled himself out,
right there.

Don't you know
how easy it was?

It was like takin' a little sleep
under a shady tree. Didn't hurt at all.

He just got
kinda drowsy and

just dozed off.
Well,

sir, it ain't gonna be
that easy for you.

No, sir. Not that easy.

Remember me?

- Dead?
- No, he ain't dead. Leave him.

Leave him?

Leave him be.
Out here by himself,

no goods.

Winter comin' on. He's gonna
be a long while a-dyin'.

And all that time, he's gonna
know who done it to him.

Yes, sir.
Mighty long time.

And then,
he'll be dead.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away.

Blessed be
the name of the Lord.

Come on!

- Ma.
- Yes?

- Is he gonna die?
- Well, I hope not.

HG! Go and get
some water!

HG!

Yes, Horace?

I thought
we didn't like him.

We don't.

I just couldn't let him stay sick.
It wouldn't be...

It wouldn't be Christian.

Like the Good Samaritan.

That's right.

I think you should eat
something. It's been 3 days.

That long?

Here.

Good.

Thanks,
I owe you thanks.

Let's be clearer.
We are not friends.

You can stay until you're better,
but when you are,

you will,
of course, leave.

Poor old cow's
freezing out there.

You awake, mister?

Not really sure.

Was it the lndians?
The wild lndians?

How many were there?

100, maybe 200.

100?
You're telling a fib.

That's right, Button.
Just a windy.

HG, I think Mr Penny
would like to get some rest now.

Mr Penny!

Before long it'll burn so fast,
I won't be able

to chop enough
even two-handed!

We worked very hard
to make you better.

You could hurt yourself
doing something unnecessary.

Unnecessary?!
I don't wanna scare nobody,

but it's gonna be hell here
before winter's through.

Working 8 days a week, we
won't be able to get ready for it.

Most of this wood's
so damn green.

What are we gonna do?
Winter's just hardly started.

Burn chips, I guess.

What's chips?

Cow chips, buffalo chips. They make
a hot fire, burn slow. You know.

No, I don't know.
What's chips?

Well, chips are...

Well, they're...

They're just dried up...

Yeah?

Aw, hell!

I'll get the button
and go find some. Horace!

Is it true what Ma says,
you'll chase us away?

Look, Button, there's more to it
than just sittin' there.

Sit up straight,
hang on with your legs.

If they find out about you and
your ma down at the Flatiron...

If you told 'em,
would there be shootin'?

- Might be.
- Maybe you oughta tell 'em.

- You want to see some shootin'?
- Never seen any.

I don't think
you'd like it much.

How many people
have you shot?

Don't think that's anything to
brag on to a nice boy like you.

Come on, sit down
and rest a spell.

I ain't so nice.
You can tell me.

Well, I guess
there was a few times.

- How did it feel?
- Bad.

Bad scared before,
bad sorry after.

Ever shoot a red lndian?

Yeah, once.
Didn't like that much neither.

How come lndians
are all red and sunburned?

That ain't sunburn.
They come that way.

- lndians don't get sunburn much.
- How come?

They're smart. You've seen them
sunflowers that grow in the spring?

- Yeah.
- lndians take the seeds,

grind them up into
a kind of a butter and

spread it over themselves
to keep the sun out.

- Aw, no!
- Straight up truth.

- They make do with what nature gives.
- How do you know all this?

Even a blind hog roots up
an acorn now and then.

Will you keep telling me
all these things you know?

Why, sure, Button.

I'll have you a regular scout
in no time at all. Come on.

Come on, boy.

"Here comes the band. Shall we
call Mama and Sandy to see it?

"Let us stand still and hear
the men play as they pass.

"l hope they will stop here
and play for us.

"See the large man in front of
the band, with his big hat.

"What has he in
his hand?"

Cold on the outside
and warm on the inside.

That's the way
I hope it works.

I'm almost finished, Ma.

Why not finish tomorrow?
And then tell me what you've read.

How much has gone
from here to here.

Right now,
jump into bed.

- Aw, Ma!
- Hurry up.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Night, Will.
- Goodnight, Button.

He reads real good.

That oughta do her.
When the snow comes hard,

she'll seal up
even tighter.

You seem well recovered,
Mr Penny.

Feelin' real good now.

I'm glad.

- Mr Penny, it's time for a bath.
- Bath!

Yes, Mr Penny.

- A bath.
- What for? I took a bath.

- When?
- Well, back there in Alfred.

At that hotel.
It was real hot, too.

That seems like
a long time ago.

It's about time
for another.

So soon?

- Mr Penny. How often do you bathe?
- What? What?

I said, how often
do you bathe?

8 or 9 times,
it depends.

- On what?
- On the weather.

8 or 9 times a month?

8 or 9 times a month?
A year!

- A year?
- Well, sure.

You have a real good one
when you finish the shove up north,

like at the hotel in Alfred,
then 1 or 2 in the winter.

Hope you don't catch your death.
And a couple in the spring.

And one more good one
before you start the shove up again.

The rest depends on what kind
of water you hit on the drive.

What's wrong with that?
That's as much as anybody.

Not quite anybody,
Mr Penny.

Now, I think that'll do.

That's hot.

Those clothes could use a wash.
May I have them, please?

What am I gonna wear
till they're dry?

I have some of
my husband's.

You could give them
to me in here.

What are you
fixin' to do in Oregon?

Farm. We're farmers,
Mr Penny.

I hear that's mighty
good cow country.

We're not cowboys,
we're farmers.

Good thing, too,
I reckon.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Them horses you got, neither one's
good for much except ridin' to church.

Jim is a perfectly good horse,
and so is Daisy.

Neither one has kicked or bucked
since the day we got them.

I surely believe that.

Plain truth is, I'm gonna have hell
if I don't get a decent cow horse.

- Well, get one.
- Where?

At Flatiron, Alex'll ask

what happened
to the string he gave me.

Well, tell him.
It wasn't your fault.

I know that,
Missus Allen.

Well, then?

Don't you know he's gonna have
every hand in the place out

lookin' for them
rawhiders?

I hope they do,
Mr Penny.

You hope they do? Well, ma'am,
you don't know nothin'.

First thing, they'll be here
lookin' for them horses. Then what?

Oh, I see.

Does that mean that you won't
tell them about Horace and me?

No, I ain't gonna
tell 'em.

What?

No, I ain't gonna
tell 'em!

It's plain
you'll be staying.

Cold weather like this,
I miss it some.

You come all
the way from Ohio alone?

Yes.

No. With HG.
And... Mr Bodine.

From St Louis with him.

You're going on?

In the spring.

Alone.

Unless I find someone
to show us the way.

A guide or a...

wagon train.

Might be your husband'll
come back lookin' for you.

No, he won't do that.

If I was him,
that's what I'd do.

Well, you see,

you're not.

I hope he doesn't. He went
ahead to start things for us,

and if he came back for us,
it would just

be a waste. I mean,
it would all be a waste.

It wouldn't be
very practical.

I don't know about that.

But this is hard country.
Double hard.

I hate it.

You couldn't turn around,
go on back home?

No, I don't think
I'd like that either.

Looks like you're caught
between the sap and the bark.

Was it such a bad place,
that town?

We don't all have the same
choices. We just don't all

have the same choices.

We did what we thought
was right.

- Seems a long way to go for wood.
- Yep, reckon it is.

Looks about right.

Here, Button, you cut it.
Right there where I marked it.

Is it really
almost Christmas?

- Pretty near.
- It's beautiful.

I chopped it down, all by myself.
Didn't l, Will?

He did it all.

Tonight, I'll make some things
to hang on it.

- Ma?
- Yes.

Next Christmas,
will we be home?

Yes, Horace.
Next Christmas, we'll be home.

Sure glad no one's seen me do that.
Be laughed off the place.

What? Milking?

No self-respectin' cow-hand
would be caught milkin' a cow.

- I won't tell anyone.
- I sure won't go braggin' on it none.

# O Tannenbaum
O Tannenbaum

# Wie treu sind deine Bl�tter

# O Tannenbaum
O Tannenbaum

# Wie treu sind deine Bl�tter

# Du gr�nst nicht nur
Zur Sommerzeit

# Nein, auch im Winter,
wenn es schneit

# O Tannenbaum
O Tannenbaum

# Wie treu sind deine Bl�tter #

You remembered. All the words
Grandpa taught you.

Very nice.
Let's all sing it, in English.

# O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree... #

- I don't know them words.
- But everybody knows that one.

Not me.

Don't you know
any Christmas carols?

I guess not.

We'll teach him one,
that'll be our Christmas present.

Only, that'll be for tomorrow.
It's time to go to bed. Goodnight.

Night, Will.

- Goodnight, Button.
- Goodnight.

Is it really
almost Christmas?

Yes, Horace.

Is it, Will?

- Sure enough, boy.
- Night.

We can never repay you.
You've done so much to help us.

Ain't nobody
keepin' books on it.

Looks like you're due
for a singing lesson.

Looks like.

Is that so funny?

You won't think
so when you hear me.

You'll be fine with HG
as a teacher. He likes you.

Goes both ways.

He's picked himself
a mean chore, though.

Let me do that for you.

- The sooner we start, the better.
- What?

I'll sing a line and
you follow.

# Deck the halls
with boughs of holly... #

Oh, come on.
For HG.

# Deck the halls
with boughs of holly #

Very good!
# Fa la la la la, la la la la...

# Fa la la... #

- It's plumb silly!
- Let's do the two of them together.

# Deck the halls with boughs
of holly / Fa la la la la, la la la la

# 'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la #

Maybe you was right
at the start of it.

Be better if I'd bed down
somewheres else.

- I think that you misjudge.
- No, I was talking about me.

So am l. I think
you misjudge yourself.

No. I ain't no better
than the rest of 'em.

You don't know what it's like out here,
one woman for every 20, 30 men,

and she ain't likely to be much
for looks or temper.

Someone like you,
you don't know.

Lookin' the way you do,

just...

goin' about your business,
not talkin' all the time like some...

That smile in your voice
when you got somethin' to say.

No. Please, no.

You do know that, do you?
You know.

I suppose I do.

I tell you I've had some
kind of hell these last weeks.

Pure hell.

I'm sorry.

No. No need for you
to be.

I've been alone
since I was a button like him.

No family
to speak of, just

helpin' in saloons, livin' with this one,
that one, free and easy...

I never wanted it no other way,
never knew no other way,

thought that's the way
it's supposed to be.

Now, here you are,
you and him,

you ain't even mine!

You got a way of makin' a man
feel like he's a man.

Reckon it's just a case of
too soon old and too late smart.

Stay, Will.

Merry Christmas!

So. After all that time,
you still ain't dead.

That's good. You got yourself
fixed up real nice around here.

Yes, sir. Real nice.

Ma!

Boy! Come on!

- Boy, tell me. Is this your pa?
- No! / - Is this your pa, boy?

Your husband?

- Is he your husband?
- No... Yes!

Rejoiceth not in iniquity,
but rejoiceth in the truth.

Ask quick and the lies
come out second.

- What you gonna do?!
- What we gonna do, boy?

We gonna stay here and
we gonna rest from our labours.

But no work, see.
No work because

this strong man
is gonna do it all for us.

A hired hand,
all our own.

Never figured on that, did you?
Our own hired hand.

- Wait, please!
- Now, woman, look!

Which one of my tall sons
are you gonna take up with?

It's a hard choice, I agree.
Both fine, upstanding young men,

- righteous in the eyes of the Lord.
- Amen!

So which one? He ain't your husband
and you took up with him.

She never took up
with me.

So, you can take up with
one of my boys. Make a choice.

I can't... I...

Yeah?

- I need time. It's a hard choice.
- Of course it's hard.

I'll give you 2 days. That's fair.
Now all their fine points.

Rafe is smarter but he's meaner.
Ruf's stronger but he's dumber.

If the Lord had put them together,
they'd be a perfect man!

Take your pick.

Come out before you make trouble!
Get back with the woman and the boy!

- Wait!
- Come on, boy!

Now then, you!
Wake him up.

You! We're gonna
keep you here,

and we're just gonna keep
workin' your butt off.

And if you misbehave,
I'm gonna let Rafe there skin you.

And I mean skin, sonny.

He skinned a fella once down in Texas.
A mighty fine job, too.

What the hell?

Go back to sleep.

Are you all right?

Yes.

I don't know. Some way,
I gotta get back to Flatiron.

- They'll kill you.
- I got a plan.

Ain't gonna be no party,
you'd have to deal with 'em.

Will, you know what they want
from me tomorrow.

I'll do anything.
Anything.

Not now.
I have to make supper.

- When?
- In the morning, in there.

In the morning, in there?
Just you and me?

Just you and me.

When?

Everybody will be busy
in the morning. In the morning.

In the morning? Where?

Where?

The lean-to.
The lean- to in the morning.

In the morning, in the lean-to.
I'm gonna be there.

I can dance any one o' you
down to your knees!

If you don't believe me,
gimme a try!

Hey, boy, get
your mouth off her.

Did you forget
what you told me?

What's the matter
with you, boy?!

Who asked you to
come in here?

- You wanna know?
- Yeah.

She did.
That's who.

You're lyin', boy.
You're lyin' to me.

She didn't say that to you,
she told me to come here.

I asked both of you.
I just wanted to see who

who would be
the better man.

And she made
her decision, see?

You've been telling me
a lie, girl!

Rufus, look at that!

There's a cabin! There's
a woman and a boy in there.

Trouble runs to you
like a calf to its mama.

Blue! What the...

You sure forget
your friends in a hurry.

Thought you were from the Flatiron.
So glad to see you, I never looked.

Lord was smilin' down
when he put you here.

Lord nothin',
we come lookin' for you.

We?

- Dutchy!
- Ja. It's me, all right.

- Doctor in Alfred said
we saved his life. / - How?

Leavin' him in the wagon. It was
so cold, his blood wouldn't run.

If we'd kept him warm,
he'd have bled right out.

What the hell
happened over there?

I need some help. Bad.

How'd you like to get us down
in this wagon? Close to the shack.

Real close.

Load the gun!

Haah! Get up.

HG!

Get away from there!
Get away!

Will!

- Gonna tell me about this, Penny?
- How come you fellas are here?

Couple of your compadres
come by lookin' for you.

I figured you might be
planning something.

Then one of the
Lazy Bar seven hands

said we had cattle
scattered all over this county.

We wondered if anybody
was takin' care of this camp.

- I can see now why we didn't.
- You got it wrong, Alex.

It'll be all right.
Don't worry.

Were those rawhiders
who damn near killed me.

Would have done,
if it hadn't been for that lady.

What about them?

We come to take him
back with us.

That man Catron,
he owes us 50 dollars each.

And them two?

Hell, I couldn't turn 'em out
to winter up here alone.

That must have been
some comfort.

There's no call for that. What
would you've done in my place?

Took 'em back down
to headquarters.

We'd have found work for 'em till
spring, or till the wagon train comes.

Maybe you
thought of that, too.

Yeah, I reckon I did.

We'll do that
right now, then.

What happened?

Alex has got his back arched up.
Can't blame him.

He's sending you
down below.

You coming with us?

You want us to go down and wait,
while you work the winter up here?

I ain't stayin' here.

Will we go with you?

Cath...

Shoot,
you're still married!

- Pardon?
- You got a husband.

I've never been married,
really.

He'd never notice if we never
showed up. Except for the work.

You've been more of a father to
Horace than Reuben ever was.

That's not it, though,
is it, Will?

Will, what is it?

It's come on so...

so quick, like.

Will...

Before I married Reuben,
I had 2 years to think about it.

All that time never helped a bit. Now,
I've got a few minutes and I'm sure.

I'm absolutely sure.

I'm damn near
50 years old!

Yes?

What could we do?

There are lots of homesteads,
all over this land.

Will, before,

when we talked,
what did you think we'd do?

I don't know, I...

I never really come
face to face with it, I guess.

Will, do you love me?

What do I know
about love?

Love? I guess you could
call it that. And more.

I never felt like this
about nobody.

I want you, and the button,
for my own, but...

But?

It takes a heap of time, years,
to build up a spread.

I don't have them years
no more.

Homestead. We'd just be startin' up
with a few measly cows.

Come January, I'd be trying to
feed you, the button, the cattle...

We don't have to ranch!
We can farm.

I don't know
nothin' about farmin'.

I do.

Cath, I'm a cow-hand.
Been a cow-hand all my life.

- Scared?
- Damn right. Bad scared.

I told you before,
I lived one way my whole life.

What would I do?

Try to feed you
and the boy, on some

measly six-cow ranch?
What would I do?

Love us?

Hell...

You don't know
how bad it can be, ranchin'.

Say I got a frostbit foot,
or broke my hand?

Then we're starvin'.
How's love gonna stand up to that?

It's supposed to,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Come closer with you
than I ever will,

with anybody.

I seen what
it was meant to be like.

But it's too late, Cath.

Too late for me.

I ain't a good gamble
for you.

I wish luck to you, though.
I surely do that.

I love that boy.

Buena suerte.

- Pick us up them 50 dollars?
- That's right. You bet.

I'm quittin', Alex.

I couldn't work here
no more.

Any money I got comin' for my time,
give it to Missus Allen and the boy.

Is he ever
comin' back, Ma?

Is he?

Say goodbye, Horace.

Horace,
wave goodbye.

Bye, Will.

Bye, Will!

Bye.

# Don't know too much
But one thing I'm sure of

# A man ain't nothing
more than a man

# A lonely rider
Playing his time out

# The best he can
The best he can

# Too many joys
Too swiftly tasted

# Play the cards
As they fall

# Next thing you know
A man's purpose gets wasted

# As the wind blows
That's how the tree grows

# No matter where
He chooses to travel

# A lonely rider
Wakes every morn

# And knows that he must go
Where he's guided

# His fate was decided
On the day he was born #