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NARRATOR: The American West
of the early 20th century
had seen many men come and go.

The first,
like the Arapaho Chief,
Lame Beaver,

were true custodians
of the land.

Taking only
what they needed
and giving thanks

for a world they knew
they could never own.

The white men who came later,
like the French trapper,
Pasquinel,

and the Scotsman,
Alexander McKeag,

also understood
the delicate balance

that must be kept
between the dictates of nature
and the needs of man.

The lesson was learned, too,
by some who came west

for one reason
and found another for staying.

Like Levi Zendt
and Maxwell Mercy.

There were others
whose efforts helped evolve
a system of land use

which was one of
the most advantageous
in the world.

The vast plains
were reserved for cattle.

And the ranchers,
like John Skimmerhorn
and Jim Lloyd,

superintended
the range carefully,

knowing that their fortunes
depended entirely

on the health and vigor
of the grasslands.

The rancher's partner
was the irrigation farmer,
like Hans Brumbaugh,

who took the lands
along the rivers
and led water to them,

creating gardens
out of deserts

and multiplying fiftyfold
the value of the land
in a single summer.

It was a fruitful partnership,
for each could use
what the other could not.

Life was simple and placid.

And, had it been allowed
to develop unimpeded,

it would have converted
this part of America into
a lasting preserve of beauty.

But change was
already on its way.

Predators began to stream
westward.

A breed concerned
with only the riches
they could take from the land.

The kind of men content
with nothing less
then reaping obscene profits

from barren land,

without any concern
for its health and its future.

Near the end
of the 19th century,
a Minnesota businessman

named Soren Sorenson
disappeared from the face
of the earth.

And a family named Wendell
founded its future power
and prestige

on 5,500 stolen dollars
and a murder.

By the year 1911,
the railroads were heralding
the promised land,

encouraging hordes
of Americans to go west

and file a claim
and take their share
of riches from the land.

To take more when they could,
and more and more.

And those who came
had no way of knowing

how greatly they would upset
the balance
between man and nature.

And how close they would come
to destroying a major portion
of the nation

and themselves.

This way,
ladies and gentlemen.
Right over here.

Over here, everyone.
I'm Mervin Wendell.

Slap your brand
on a hunk of land.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
what can I say but
welcome to Centennial,

where no hard-working,
God-fearing, family-loving man

ever failed to prosper.

Now, then.
Are we all accounted for?

The Swensons?

Ah, yes.

And the Volkemas, yes.

Zorinskys?
The Facerhults,

the Grebes?

The land commissioner
is waiting for us
at the line camp.

He has the plats of the town
we're going to build there.

But more importantly,

he has the surveyor's maps
from which you will choose

your own free land.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to say

that your presence here
stamps you as men and women
of vision.

Men and women
who want the bounty of life

and are bold enough
to go after it.

I know such people
like to travel in style,

so how do you like those?
Do they suit you well enough?

Before long, you'll all
have one or possibly two
of your own.

Don't worry about your bags.

They'll go straight
to the hotel. Just follow me.

BRUMBAUGH: Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait a minute.

There's something
you ought to know.

That free land
that you'll be looking at
is in the dry lands.

And you can't make a living
in the dry lands.

People tried in the '80s
and they failed.

They lost everything.
Some even their lives.

Thank you very much
for such a neighborly concern,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

You'll find everyone here
in Centennial

looks out for the welfare
of his fellow citizens.

But we mustn't
any of us forget

the progress that has
been made since the 1880s.

We mustn't forget the methods
of the man who has proved

what can be done
on dryland farms.

I'm referring, of course,
to Dr. Thomas Dole Creevey.

He has proved
that if you follow
his principles

any land with topsoil

and as little as 12 inches
of rain per year

can be turned into
a veritable Garden of Eden.

Made in fact to produce
up to 30 bushels of wheat
per acre.

Sod crop. Any sod in the world
will produce a crop
the first year

the sod's broken.

But you have to think ahead
to the dry years.

Ladies and gentlemen,
perhaps you should meet

these two
concerned neighbors
of yours.

This is Mr. Hans Brumbaugh.

Mr. Brumbaugh came to
Centennial years ago with
only his two bare hands.

He took up his free land.
Just as you can today.

And he planted potatoes
and he planted sugar beets.

Mr. Brumbaugh is now
a millionaire.

I had a river.

This other gentleman
is Mr. Jim Lloyd.

He arrived
in this land of prosperity

without a penny
in his pocket either.

Then he took up
the free land for grazing
for his cattle,

and now,
he's a millionaire, too.

'Course, he married
the boss's daughter,

and that didn't hurt either,
huh?

Why don't you tell
these people here
how you got rich?

Mr. Lloyd, I'm never
ashamed to share

what Centennial has done
for me and my family.

Are you not ashamed
of the fact that you've been
buying up land

from people like these
for 25 cents an acre

after they find out it isn't
quite so easy to farm it
as you said it was?

The people who quit
sold me their land.
That's business.

But the ones
who didn't quit

have proved everything
Dr. Creevey and I stand for
is true.

And that,
ladies and gentlemen,
is big business.

The truth is
no one can farm this land
without water.

The truth, Mr. Brumbaugh,
I'm afraid, is becoming
more and more obvious.

You and Mr. Lloyd
have the land you need,

and now you wish to keep
these good people
from getting theirs.

My friends, let's go home.
Gentlemen.

Are you convinced
we're wrong?

Dead wrong.
You're tearing up
the sod.

You can't farm
this land that way.

Well, Dr. Creevey does it.

He has every kind of support
from the railroad.

The more people they bring
to settle out here,

the more money
they stand to make.

But I've seen the crops
he's grown myself.

On the dry lands in Nebraska.

Yeah.

And when the dry years come,
even Creevey'll be wiped out.
It can't be done.

Mr. Grebe.

MERVIN: Here we are,
ladies and gentlemen.

Beautiful, isn't it?
Just step right out.

Ladies, just step out.

What do you think?

Dear Lord,
it's so desolate.

Oh, not when there are barns
and windmills and trees

and splendid houses
dotting the horizon.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to introduce to you

Mr. Walter Bellamy.
He's our land commissioner.

And if you'll just
follow him inside,

he has the maps and plats
for you to review.

Alice?

Big, isn't it?

It's empty.

That's what
we're here for.
To fill it up.

Mr. Grebe.
Yes, sir?

I know the land around here
pretty well.
Mind a suggestion?

I'd be obliged.

Check out the parcels
up near Rattlesnake Cliffs.

Rattlesnakes?

It's only an Indian name,
Mrs. Grebe.

No rattlesnakes
around here now,
or Indians either.

Mostly Baptists.

It's been a while, Clara.
Forgive me.

The harvest, you know.

Good. It was
a real good harvest.

As good a harvest
as we've had.

Guess what?

They've asked me to go
to England to talk
about irrigation.

Isn't that something?

Sometimes I wonder why

someone like you is taken,
and I stay.

Well,

all I can think of is that

God still thinks
I have work to do.

So I'm always out,

looking to see what it is

and doing the best I can.

(SOBBING)

But I'm an old man, Clara.

And I miss you so.

Auf Wiedersehen, Clara.

Señor Brumbaugh?
Hi.

I'm Serafina Marquez.
Tranquilino's wife.

Tranquilino's wife?
Well, where is he?

He couldn't come. The war.

The war?
He's in the revolution?
Tranquilino?

He wanted me to tell you,
you are in his heart always.

I thought he was dead.

I did, too.
For over six years.

What happened?

When he left you,
some men in Denver said
he stole from them.

Stole...
It was a lie,

but he was sent to prison.

In prison?
Here in Colorado?
For six years?

Yes.

Well, why didn't
he get word to me?

I could've helped him.
I could've gotten him out.

He was ashamed.
Ashamed?

And he was afraid
that you wouldn't believe him.

Tranquilino's the most honest
man I've ever met. Ever!

He sent you here to me?

He said that we would be safe
with you.

Well, by gosh, by gosh.

This can't be Victoriano?

Truinfador.
Victoriano is
with his father.

And...

This is Soledad.

Well, well, well,
come on, come on,
my car's down here, huh.

When did you get here?

How did you know I was here?

Well, well.
Come on, come on, come on.

Well,
I'm glad to see you...

(CHATTERING)

All right, come on out.

Careful.

(SIGHING)

Hey, we found
a beautiful place.
How about you?

Oh, just what we wanted.

Nine hundred
and sixty acres.

Nine?
But we're only entitled
to 320 apiece.

Don't worry.
I have the chalk.

Chalk?

What's the only requirement
to be a homesteader?

To be over 21, right?
Right.

Well, Lida? Peter?

Within six months
you must give me proof

that you have taken up
actual residence on your land.

If you do so, it will be yours

three years from this date,
in fee simple.

Understood?

I'm filing for
the half-section
just north of my papa's.

I'm filing for
the half-section
just south of my papa's.

I'm sorry, Mr. Volkema,
if you didn't understand.

But a claim can't be filed
by anyone

who isn't over age 21.

I understand, Mr. Bellamy.

Are you young people
over age 21?

Yes, sir.

Do you solemnly swear
in the presence
of almighty God

that you are over age 21?

I do.

I am.

I'm sorry, Mr. Volkema.

I'm afraid I'm going to
require some sort of proof.

I am their mother.
And I know
when they were born.

And I swear to you

on the good name
of my dear sweet mother

that as my two children
stand before you,

they are both over age 21.

Well, wish your father
happy birthday, Philip.

Happy birthday, Father.

Thank you, my boy.

And a happy birthday it is.

Do you know, every one
of those Iowa farmers
signed up?

Six out of six.

Now, you add the potential
of that to the Karpitz farm
I acquired last month,

brings our holdings
to 55,000 acres.

I have the honor to announce
that we are now

the biggest
private landowners

in the district.

Here, here.

How about that, my boy?

You must be very proud,
Father.

I'm proud for us all.

You know, considering
our humble beginnings,

we are entitled
to think of ourselves

as the embodiment
of all this great nation

has to offer
the pluckiest
of its citizens.

(LAUGHING)

Did you make a wish, Mervin?

You know what I wished?

What?

I wished you two sly foxes
would tell me
where you hid the body.

Come on, it's my birthday!

Although I'm sure
it's a deep matter.

It was in the river,
wasn't it?

Mervin.
I know, I know, I know.

You think I'll get drunk
at the Railway Arms and blab.

Well, let me tell you
a little secret
about human nature.

I could take any man
in this town,

look him straight
in the face and say,

"We got our start
by helping
a Christian gentleman

"to his reward."

And if I said it
with the Wendell charm,

he'd slap me on the back

and tell me how dull things
would be around here
without me.

How about it, Philip?

Is he in the river?

Old Axel Dumire
sure thought so.

Liked to have
sprouted gills wading
around out there.

I don't know
what comes over that boy.

To speak candidly,
it worries me.

Oh, well, he'll come around.

When he understands

what a beautiful future
you've provided for him.

Well, he'd better hurry up.

He's going to have
a big responsibility.

Two of those Iowa couples
are a cinch to throw it in.

I ought to be able
to buy up their land
for two bits on the acre.

You certainly picked
the right town for us,
my sweet.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Wendell.
Well, good evening, all.

I heard you got a title
to your land today.

I wanted to
congratulate you, Earl.
It's wonderful.

Well, we're having
a little celebration.

Join us, please.
Well, thank you.

May I?

And I've a little something
for you to celebrate, too.

MAGNES: Oh, yes,
wheat's gone up?

No, snow is coming down.

Hey, give me that dollar.

I told you we'd have snow
on the ground by Thanksgiving.

That is one bet
I am glad to lose.

MAGNES: This much water
this early.

By golly,
it's going to be
our best year.

Well, I agree
one hundred percent.

May I borrow your wine
to make a little toast?

To Earl and Alice Grebe
and their loyal friends,

the inheritors of the future.

And to Mr. Mervin Wendell,
who made it all possible.

Well, I'm glad
I ran into you, Earl.

Saves me a trip
out to your place.

How's that?

Well, no, this is
a special night for you.

Perhaps you'd rather not
talk business.

No, go ahead,
please.

If you insist.

As you know, young Arlington
stopped homesteading.

The land is now mine.

It's a really choice
half-section just adjacent
to yours.

Never touched by a plow.

You propose
to sell it?

I don't know.

In the hands of the right man,
it could produce
30 bushels.

How much?

Five dollars an acre,
and I will carry
the paper myself.

Five dollars?
That's outlandish.

No, it's too much.
It's impossible.

Now, Earl, you are caught

in what I call
the trap of knowledge.

You know
the Arlingtons commuted
their land 14 months ago,

by paying Mr. Bellamy here
$1.25 on the acre.

You know that I bought it
for $1.75 on the acre,

showing him a nice profit.

Now, you think that I should
restrict my profits

by perhaps selling it
to you for,

let's say,
$3.25 an acre.

But what none of you
have taken into account
is the war.

No matter what they say,
we'll soon be in it.

And that fact alone
makes Wheatland
worth a fortune.

No, it's too much.

Anyway, Alice wants
to replace our soddy

with a real house
and I agree with her.

Well, I quite understand.

No man likes to see
the light of his life

working so hard
without some comforts.

You think it over.

Oh, by the way,
I must warn you
the gentleman I'm dining with,

Mr. Schrager from Nebraska,
well, he's interested.

And he is a cash-on-
the-barrelhead sort of fella.

Well, good evening, all.

And once again,

Earl, Alice,
my warmest congratulations.

Earl, if this really is
a chance to better yourself...

No, we're still gonna
build you that house.

You want to talk it over
with him, don't you?

Go on.

Excuse me, folks.
Talking about it
never did any harm.

Unless you're
talking to a snake.

Alice.

It's what he wants.

(COWS MOOING)

Get two out of there, Jim.
We don't need them.

Let's get these two back here.
We don't want them.

Howdy, boss.
JIM: Morning, Beeley.

Say, I'd like to talk to you
for a minute.

Hey, Warren,
take over for me, will you?

How's the new bull?

Well, he's all right.
He's no Confidence,
but he's all right.

We got the best beef cattle
in the west out of Confidence.

Of course, he looked
a lot less finished
when the steers were lined up,

but weight for weight,
he butchered out 40 pounds
more of edible beef.

Well, that's where
the money is, isn't it?

Beeley.

When you first came
asking me if you could
marry my girl Nancy,

I had to think pretty hard
on it for a spell.

Yes, sir,
I remember that.

She tells me
she's happy.

Yeah, but you're not too happy
about the fact of her name
being Garrett, are you?

Well, the thing
I like about you

is you were
raised with sheep,

but you had the intelligence
to switch to cattle.

Well, I like cattle.

I know you do.
I've been watching you.

You can ride
and you can rope

and you know a good calf
from a weakling.

Well, sheep herding,
well, heck,

you know, that's for
Mexicans or maybe Indians.

It was good enough
for my father, Jim.

Well, now, sure it was.

There wasn't a finer man
in Centennial
than Messmore Garrett.

I was proud
to call him my friend.

I'm proud to have his son
in my family.

I just meant, well,
you know, think on it.

You ever notice that there are
a thousand cowboy songs,

but there ain't
one sheep song?

It's the smell, I reckon.

Jim, you can take those
Herefords and you know
what you can do with them.

Oh, now, Beeley!
Beeley, now hold on!

Now, God dang it!
I didn't mean nothing,
I just... Listen!

What I wanna say is,

well, I ain't getting
any younger.

Neither is anybody else.

Well, you got a lot
of good years left in you.

And I want to offer you
a new job.

Assistant Manager
to the Venneford.

Will you take it?

Yeah.

It's got a big future,
dang it!

Now, don't go turning it down
just 'cause you're mad!

I said yes.

Oh.

On one condition.
Yeah, what's that?

I don't wanna hear anymore
about sheep. Not one word.

It's a deal.

Anyway, when it come
right down to it,

Charlotte and I,
we eat mutton.

Just to show
we got no animosity.

Oh, you do?

Once a year.

(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

My friends,
in the past few weeks,

I have traveled
the width and breadth
of this great state.

I have sat up half the night

chatting with mothers
and fathers of doughboys.

My wife and I
have entertained the relatives

of General Pershing
in our own home.

(ALL CHEERING)

Charming people,
by the way,

as genteel as
old Black Jack is tough.

And they all said to a man...

I don't know
how he stands
on that platform.

Why is that, señor?

Hot air rises.

MERVIN: ...and above all,
thank the farmers.

Our boys are the best fed
soldiers in the world.

And speaking of that,
I see among us

a man who has added
yet another section
to his holdings

and will soon be raising
even more life-giving wheat

for our boys over there.

Let's hear it for Earl Grebe!

And ladies and gentlemen,
it is in that spirit

that I invite you to
step up here today

and buy a stamp,
buy a bond,

contribute one dollar,
two dollars, three dollars...

(COUGHING)

You ought to be at home in bed
with that cough, Mervin.

Mrs. Emig,
if you courageous mothers

can give your sons,
the light of your lives,

I think I can

weather a little discomfort
to back them up.

So step right up,
ladies and gentlemen,
and pitch in.

These lovely girls,

and they are lovely,
aren't they,

will take your pledges.

Step up,
ladies and gentlemen.

ALICE: Hello,
Mr. Brumbaugh.

Howdy?
How are you feeling?

I hear you had
a bout with the flu.

Oh, cleared right up.
Thanks to this fine lady here.

I don't believe you ever met
Tranquilino Marquez's son.

This is Serafina.
How do you do?

Hello.
And Truinfador.

Hello.
Hello.

And little Soledad.
Soledad.

This is the fine lady
I told you about

who pestered
the town's fathers

into building the new school.

I've been trying to get her
to send the kids,
but she won't do it.

Why not?

School is for Anglos.

Oh, Mrs. Marquez,
everybody should go
who has the chance.

That's right. Look at
the Takemoto kids,

they were
the head of the class.

They have different customs.

Anyway, Truinfador is needed
on the farm.

At least till his brother
and my husband come back.

And Soledad?

She's a girl.

I see.
As if girls are born
to be ignorant.

You better take her
by the hand, Miss Grebe.

She's too stubborn
for an old man like me.

I'm going to the bank.
Me, too?

Come on, come on,
if you can stay up, come on.

Oh, Miss Grebe,
I hear you had a fine harvest.

Yes.

Well, that's good.
I hope your luck holds.

You still don't approve?

Approve? I approve of you
and your husband.

Well, come on,
young man. Come on.

You know, I'm reading a book
now might interest you fellas.

It's about soil erosion.
What's that?

Well, when a stream
is rolling downhill
and gathers speed.

You know,
it eats away the soil,
forms a gully.

Heck, I knew
how to stop that
when I was a kid.

You put rocks
right in the stream
and it slows the water.

Yeah,
but it doesn't stop it.
It still escapes.

Now, you see, if you fellas
would stop plowing
in unbroken lines,

if you break up your rows,

and leave a few strips
of unplowed land,

there'd be
a lot less erosion.

And if a high wind comes,

you'd have
a lot better chance
of keeping your topsoil.

All due respect, Walter,
you ever farmed?

I don't see what
that's got to do with it.
Facts are facts.

Who won the plowing contest
this year?
You did, but...

Who took second place?
Earl.

But look, Magnes,

suppose a three-day wind
comes down the fields,

lined up with those furrows?

There'd be nothing
to break it for 500 miles.

Walter, why don't you
supervise the selling

(SIGHS)
and we'll supervise
the farming?

We haven't been
doing anything
that hasn't been done

by a million farmers
before us.

And with
19 inches of rainfall,

I don't even know
what we need that extra
catchment for.

I saw Hans Brumbaugh
a minute ago.
Why don't we ask him?

Now you can't say
he's never farmed.

He's got irrigation.
That's a whole
different principle.

I'm willing.
Where is he?

I saw him
talking to your wife.

BRUMBAUGH:
Every time I see you,
Hardesty,

and you're
in the same position.

Don't rub it in, Hans.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Should've got a Model K
like me.

Mine purrs like a kitten.

All right, come on,
come on, come on.

(GRUNTING)

TRUINFADOR: Patrón! Patrón!

Hans! Hans!

Patrón?

Hans?

Truinfador,
get Dr. Miller! Quick!

Hans? Hans?

Well, it was gracious of you
to receive me, Mr. Wendell,

your having been so ill.

Oh, nonsense,
Mr. Stanford.

Show me an actor who
wouldn't jump at a chance
to write his own

obituary.

Oh, please, sir, none of that.

No, no, no,

let's not nice-nelly about.

I'm dying. I know that.

But I've had a grand life

and if I can
leave something behind
for the young people,

I'll be very glad. So...

Where do we start?

Well, since
you brought it up,

what about
those early days
in the theater?

I believe
you toured a great deal.

And in fact, isn't that how
you met your wife?

Oh, yes. I was performing
in the Dakotas.

And I was told
I positively had to see
a certain local singer.

"Warbled like a skylark,"
they said.

So I went over
on my night off and I found

this vision of loveliness,
this Venus,

rising from the foam.

And did you become
engaged at once?

Oh, no.

She really made it
very hard on me.

She laid down
all sorts of conditions,
didn't you, my sweet?

Yes, I'm afraid that's so.

What were
some of those conditions,
if I may pry a bit?

Well, what were they, Maude?
Let's see.

She would not be made
to be intimate with fools,

even if they were
my relations.

STANFORD: Mr. Wendell.

Perhaps we should
get a doctor.

No.

I'm all...

We must...

We must be very cool
and well-bred she said,

as cool
as if we were married
for a long time

and as well-bred
as if we weren't
married at all.

Excuse me.

(LIQUID TRICKLING)

Philip,

what's wrong?

Oh, you didn't
recognize it?

It always
got you an encore.

Congreve.
The Way of the World.

Even on his death bed,
he's incapable
of telling the truth.

Oh, he'll be doing
the balcony scene next.

But what harm does it do?

If it gives people pleasure?

You know, Mother,
there are people
in this world

who believe in the truth
just on principle.

Even if
other people hate it.

Don't you have
any inkling of that?

Truth.

Truth is sometimes
rather shabby, Philip.

It can make life
seem rather gray.

Your father's genius

has always been that
he could charm
that grayness away.

Make people's dreams
seem possible.

Dreams.

(SNICKERS)
God, that's good.

Say, he's always been
pestering us

to tell him where we hid
Sorenson's body.

Maybe today's the day.

Can you see the look
on that reporter's face?

Extra, extra,
read all about it!

Wendell's greatest
performance was...
Philip!

...murder.

No.

Oh, oh.

Oh, Philip.

Oh, my dear, dear, Philip.

Won't you ever forgive us?

You're wanted
on stage, Mother.

MERVIN: "But, soft!

"What light
through yonder window
breaks?

"It is the east,

"and Juliet is the sun!"

JIM: Mr. Wendell's vision

in popularizing
the radical ideas
of Dr. Creevey

bore fruit during the war,

when the Centennial region
became famous as
the breadbasket of the world.

Mr. Wendell was 74.

JIM: Yeah. Bet I know
what you're thinking.

How was it you put it?

"The ideals of an imbecile
popularized by a crook."

Ah, well, maybe
we were wrong, Hans,
you know.

Those people
up at line camp
seem to be doing all right.

What?

(MUMBLING)

(BLOWING)

Wind?

The winds. You're saying
they'll come again.

Well, if they do,
Grebe and those others
are finished,

not much doubt about that.

Yeah?

(SOFTLY) Mountains.

Mountains?

Mountains, yeah. What?

Snow.

Snowing?

Yeah, it's snowing
on the western slope.

Where it's absolutely useless.

Tunnel.

Tunnel? Yeah.

Yeah, they're making
a tunnel for the trains.

Water.
Water?

Water.
Water.

Water.

You're saying that we should
capture that water

from the other slope
and bring it over to our side

by tunneling
through the mountain?

(CHUCKLING) Boy,
you're really something.

(LAUGHS)

You took on the Cossacks,
drought, land thieves,

the Pettis boys,
and now you want to take on
the Rocky Mountains.

And you're wondering how you
can do that sitting here
in this chair.

I'll tell you how.

You just keep thinking
and I'll keep talking.

And when I get
all those ideas,

I'm going to go to
Dan Jenkins at the Clarion.

He'll know how to get
the kind of experts we need.

You know, if you're right
about this,

those dryland farmers

are gonna have
some kind of chance
after all.

The whole cycle of the good
years and the bad years,

being victimized by it,

that's going to be
gone forever.

Señor.

Señor Brumbaugh!

Señor Brumbaugh,
I'm back!

Señor Brumbaugh.

Patrón, I'm back!

Patrón?

MAN ON RADIO:
My friends, I wanna talk
for a few minutes

with the people of the
United States about banking.

First of all, let me state
the simple fact

that when you deposit
money in a bank,

the bank does not
put the money into
a safe deposit vault.

It invests your money in many
different forms of credit.

In bonds and commercial
papers, mortgages,

and in many other kinds
of loans.

In other words, the bank
puts your money to work.

Hello, there.

Good morning.

Whatcha doing?

Waiting for my brother.

Well, I tell you one place
he ain't. At the bank.

You're a cute little monkey,
ain't you?

What's your name?

Soledad.

Soledad.

Tell you what, Soledad.

A friend of mine's got
a place right near here,

and he ain't never nowhere
near it in the daytime.

Know what I mean?

I know what you mean.

Hey, now.
Now, don't play
hard to get.

Get your hands off her.

Butt out, greaser.

SOLEDAD: Truinfador, no!

SHERIFF: Hey, hey!
What's going on here?

So, it's you again,
huh, Truinfador?

He insulted my sister.

Sure he did.
Your sister, your mother.

That's the way
it always starts.

And then, pretty soon,
somebody gets stuck
with one of these.

I think I'll just let you
cool your heels for a while.
Think it over.

Hold on there,
just a minute, Sheriff.

Mr. Garrett. Mr. Lloyd.
Howdy.

This fella here's
one of our hands.

He's caused us
a lot of trouble before.

Oh, yeah. But no more.
Burns, you're fired.

Mr. Lloyd...

And if I were you,
I'd get out of town

because I'm gonna make sure
you don't work anywhere else
hereabouts.

Now, what I think
you ought to do there,
Sheriff,

is let that
young fella go.

I'll assume the responsibility
for him.

Well, seeing as how it's you,
Mr. Garrett, I'll do it.

But if you ever so much as
look sideways at me again,

I'm gonna put you in jail.

You understand?

Thanks, Mr. Lloyd.

Truinfador, I wonder if you
know my son-in-law here.
Beeley Garrett.

How do you do?
Hello.

My sister, Soledad.
Howdy.

Hello.

Now, how's Tranquilino
getting along anyway?

I offered him
a good job this year,

but he said he wanted
to stay with farming.

He loves the land
no matter how badly
it treats him.

He's getting too old
for that stoop work.

I know that,
but he doesn't.

He got signed on
someplace else, then, huh?

For a man named Grabhorn.

Grabhorn?

You know him?

You tell your father to get
his money as early as he can.

What about you, huh?

I just got a job open up.

Thanks. But I've opened up
a place of my own.

Oh, really? What?

Well, I opened up a cantina
across from the tracks.

It's a small place,
little music, soft drinks,

but I like it.
Oh, good luck.

Good luck, good luck.
Come on here.

(MUTTERING)
If your father
changes his mind,

will you have him
come see me

or talk to Beeley here?
Beeley's running
the spread now.

All right? Now, good day,
Soledad. Nice to meet you.

Damn, those people are really
up against it, aren't they?

That Sheriff didn't
even look at Burns.

Just assumed it was
the Mexican's fault.

Hard times, strangers
always get it worse.

Yeah, I remember when
Dad brought those sheep in.

He may as well have swum
across the Rio Grande,

the way you cattlemen
treated him.

Times were
a lot better then.

Victoria, smooth
your hair, honey.

Ethan, stand up
straight. Timmy!

(GIGGLING)

PHOTOGRAPHER: Okay. All right,
now, hold still now.

(CAMERA CLICKING)
There.

(LAUGHING)
Okay, well, Timmy,

you'll be able to show this
picture to your children
someday.

I still wish it was
Billy the Kid.

All right.
One more now
just to be sure.

Okay. Hold it.

(CAMERA CLICKING)
There.

(KNOCKING)

TRANQUILINO:
Did you hear me?

I think half the town
heard you.

Hot air goes out
through these cracks

as loud as the cold air
coming back in.

But we'll have them filled
before long, no?

Mama.

You know your father.

I know what Mr. Garrett
says is true.

He should get his money now.

I'll get my money
when I finish my work.

A burro's work.

And that's the only reason
they let us stay here.

We make them rich,

and then the little money
they pay us,

they steal back from us
by raising prices
at the stores.

Our money is welcome,

but we're not.

Truinfador,

you make it sound so bad.

It is bad.

There's no war.

There's a war against us.

"Hilario Gutierrez,

"a Mexican farmer on
a farm near Eagle Pass,

"made approaches
to a white woman
and was duly lynched."

If he hit the woman
and threatened her...

Mama, he didn't hit her.

He smiled at her.

Maybe he said,
"Ay ay ay, muchacha!"

Not even as much
as the Anglo said to Soledad.

And for that
he was lynched!

In Colorado, he should know

not to say nothing like that
to an Anglo woman.

The word I'm talking
about is "duly."

Duly? What does it mean?

It means,

in the natural order
of things.

Because he was a Mexican,

he was naturally lynched.
Naturally lynched.

I don't know this Gutierrez.

I don't know what he did
to this woman.

Papa...
And neither do you.

You read what
you want to read.

I don't know why.

I think because you never
had to see what I have seen.

You don't see what's
going on around you.

I have seen women

like your sister and mother
turned into savages.

Killing with guns and knives
to keep from being killed.

I have seen them
buried in holes in the ground.

Two hundred, three hundred,
who went to war.

I have seen your own brother

blown up into so many pieces

I didn't know how to begin
to bury him.

They don't blow up
the trains in Colorado.

(MUMBLING)

Here, there is
no need for war.

We do not work like a slave

seven days a week
in the darkness in the mines.

In the darkness,

only to make Don Porfirio
more rich

and General Terrazas
more powerful.

In Colorado,
we can see the sunrise,

the sun go down.

We do not step in the gutter

when the strong man
comes around.

I don't care,
not even for the Sheriff.

And we get paid.

In Colorado,

you can
have a place like this.

A place for all of us
in the winter

when the work is done
in the fields.

Good food, música, a place
to be together and be warm

when the snow is
outside in the street.

A place, Truinfador,

to make winter the best time
of the year. The best time.

I don't see how you can see
the good in everything.

I'm always looking.

You will see, mijito,
you will see.

It is good here.
And it will be even better.

This place, your place,

this will make it better.

You will see.

I'm afraid it's
absolutely correct.

But it can't be.

When I bought that
half-section
from your father,

the mortgage was
on the land itself,

not the whole farm.

But it is on the whole farm.

It's right here
in black and white.

He made a mistake.
He drew it up wrong.

I can assure you
my father never made mistakes

when it came to land or money.

It was a matter
of principle with him.

Well, times being bad,
you look back
on the transaction

in a way that
supports your interests.

I know what was said.

And it wasn't about any $1000
mortgage on my farm!

I'm sure rain's coming back
to these parts, Mr. Grebe.

And I'm just as sure you'll
see 30 bushel wheat again.

In the meantime,
all you have to do is
continue to pay the interest.

Just $50 a year.

No need to reduce
the principal now.

Fifty dollars extra isn't easy
to come by these days,
Mr. Wendell.

You'll manage, I'm sure.

Is he so harsh?

He's foreclosed
on three farms already.

I'm sure he's got us
marked for the fourth.

How could I have been
taken in like that?

How could I have done this
to my family?

You thought he was honest.

I was the only one.

I'll get ya some
lemonade, Dad.

No!

There'll be no more lemonade.
There'll be no frills
of any kind.

Earl?

I'm sorry, honey.
I'm just awfully on edge.

We've weathered storms before.

We'll just put our heads
together and see
how we can economize.

I'll start.

We'll buy no more clothes
for a while.

We can do with what
we have for Easter.

And we'll eat simpler foods,

like your father and I did
when we first came out here.

The fella driving
the school bus
was taken poorly.

I think I could have the job
if I spoke for it.

I got that money
Gran gave me.

That was to be
towards your college.

I'd rather have a home
to come back to.

TIMMY: I can make some money.

You? How?

Well, it's almost
roundup time
up at Venneford.

What're you gonna do
at the roundup? Brand cows?

I don't know.

Maybe the men like
their coffee run out to them
when it's cold.

Those bulldoggers will
have you for breakfast.

Don't tease Timmy, Ethan.
He's just trying to help.

I'll have to sell
the two bays.

No!

We have to bear down, honey.
Every way we can.

Who's that old fella swinging
that widow-maker there?

That strong one.
Name is Marquez.

TRANQUILINO: Thank you.

I wish you hadn't asked
for the beet fork.

You worked too hard already
this year.

No, I told you.
It's more pay.

There will be money for
Truinfador to add another room
to the cantina.

He can wait till next year.

I don't forget
what Brumbaugh used to say.

"Strike while
the iron is hot."

Marquez? Ain't he the one
that's the rabble-rouser?

The rabble-rouser
is his son.

You know, they get to
congregating like that.

I mean, well, look what's
happening with those miners
down in Ludlow.

The first thing you know,
you got labor unions

and then you got all
those other damn things.

You know,
it's a funny thing.

I was saying that
to the Sheriff just
the day before yesterday.

And?

Well, he said
we got something

called the Immigration Service
down in Denver.

I even got
the phone number.

The Immigration men grabbed
them right out of the field

and threw them in the jail
like they were criminals!

And it wasn't an accident
that it happened on payday.

All they care about

is that we give them our body
and soul for seven months

then they can skip paying us,

pocket the money
we broke our backs for,

and throw us
across the border.

What can we do?

Take some guerrillas
and go up into the mountains?

The Rockies aren't
the Sierra Madre.
And you're not Pancho Villa.

It won't be done by one man.

It would be done by all of us.

Working together,
presenting our grievances,

standing up for our rights.

Refusing to work until
we get the conditions we want.

My father worked for a man
named Brumbaugh.

They tried running him out
a hundred times.

He kept coming back.

Until he won.

He was an Anglo.

He had the power.

We have something better.
We have hate,

for what they did to us
and to our families.

If you approach these men
like wild beasts,

they'll be wild beasts.

This isn't the church, Father.

That isn't God's fault.

(DOOR OPENING)

Marquez.

Told you to
get your junk out of here.

Now, it's official.

It's a court order.
This place is closed.
Everybody out.

You, too, Father.
On your way.

This doesn't even
name the man who
filed the complaint.

The only name I'm interested
in is the judge who signed it.

This is my place!

(MIMICKING)
This is my place!

Who do you think you are?
Come on out. Out!

JIM:
And I say you're wrong.

You're breeding them
too small.

You're so taken up
with the head,
you're forgetting the body.

But, Mr. Lloyd,
ever since Mrs. Lloyd
brought me here,

your Herefords have won
best of show
all over the nation.

Why, no other ranch
can match your record.

JIM:
I don't want a beauty queen!

I want an animal
that can survive the range.

That's brawny and tough
and big.

And can forage for itself
in our bad winters.

And how come you call them
"Herrifuds," anyway?

They're Herefords, damn it.

The point is, Jim Lloyd,
that this little darling

wouldn't have earned
a penny for us
if Mr. Booth-Clibborn

hadn't established
its credentials
in the show ring.

Every time he wins
another ribbon,
his fee goes up.

And every time
he sires a calf,

the calf's weight goes down,

and their calves
are smaller still.

But surely
that's just the idea.

A smaller,
more polished animal

that will conform
with modern needs.

That's my wife's idea.
That's not mine.

Sending out
a generation of dwarfs.

It's not what Venneford's
all about.

Mrs. Lloyd?
What?

There's a priest here
to see you, madam.

A Mexican gentleman.

Oh, very well.
Now don't back down.

The last time Charlotte
had a good idea
about a cow was in '86

and she sent
over King Bristol.

She hasn't had
a good idea
about a cow since.

Father.

Yes, Father?
Mrs. Lloyd,
my name is Vigilio.

I come to you
about injustice.

The world's full of it.
Be specific.

A young man has been jailed
for opening a soft-drink bar.

The real reason is that
he is one who speaks
for our people.

The judge won't see me.
The newspaper
just laughs at us.

Then one of the men
said, "Mrs. Lloyd cares.

"She once bought some
clothes for my little boy."

I'm sorry,
I don't remember
the occasion.

I'm new here.

Perhaps you are very busy

with the cows.

You better
come inside, Father.

You're just in time for tea.

SHERIFF: Well, Your Honor,
the point is that

this fella Marquez here
is squatting on property
that doesn't belong to him.

He's breeding
agitation down there.

He's stirring up
all the Mexicans
against the farmers

who gave them the only job
they're fit to handle
in the first place.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Young man, you are
a visitor in this country

and you must
obey our laws.

Now, you had no license
to operate a house
of amusement,

you have no license
to play music,

and certainly no right
to be on that property.

And you have defied
a court order.

Now, is there anything that
you wish to say to this court?

There are a few things
I should like to say,
Your Honor.

And I believe the court
should hear some things

that Father Vigilio here
has to say, too.

Your Honor,
I can understand a lady

like Mrs. Lloyd here

thinking that the Mexicans
are being picked on,

but that's only because
that man she's with

is going around preaching
nothing but revolution.

Father Vigilio,

I understand that you have
been making some

inflammatory remarks
around town.

And it's my duty
to remind you

that even though you are
a member of the clergy,

you, too, are merely
a guest in this country.

And that Sheriff Bogardus
here has the power

to send you back to Mexico
at his discretion.

He most certainly has not.

Mrs. Lloyd, you are
contradicting this court.

Father Vigilio is a citizen
of New Mexico.
He's an American.

He is?

Yeah, his ancestors
have lived here
for the past 400 years.

Now, I chanced to look up
the records

of the ancestors
of Sheriff Bogardus

and they came here in 1901.

So, perhaps if anybody's
going to be thrown out
of this country,

it should be Sheriff Bogardus.

Mrs. Lloyd,
would you approach
the bench, please?

Just what the hell is it
that you intend to do here
this morning, Charlotte?

Find out if it's justice
that's blind,

or just the bigots
of Centennial.

Centennial is not
on trial here.
This Mexican is.

This Mexican?

Well, this Mexican
is just one of many Mexicans
in Colorado.

Is the state prepared to
throw them all into jail?

Well, how would
the beet farmers harvest
their crops without them?

How would they get them
planted and thinned and tended
without the Mexicans?

Now, wait a minute.
The issue here is that house
that he's taken over.

You've seen that building,
Harry?

It's not a house. No.

Even after he'd shored up the
sides, he patched up the roof,

that's not a house. No.

It's a shelter of sorts.
It's nothing more.

It's a shelter
for rabble-rousers.

Now, look, we get a lot
of people congregating
in there,

and before you know it,
we have labor unions

and more trouble
than we need.

Now, now, that's the real rub,
isn't it?

It isn't that
he's occupying some sort
of broken-down shack.

It's that he has
workers in there

talking about the immorality
of their employers.

JUDGE: Charlotte...
Now, how long

is our legal system
going to allow farmers

to use labor
for personal gain

and then dismiss that labor
without any acceptance
of responsibility?

Now, that is what
this case is really about,
now, isn't it?

Father Vigilio...

JUDGE: Charlotte, I will
not have this court
turned into a circus!

This court has got
to do something
this morning, Harry.

Something that no church

and no newspaper
and no politician

and no crusading band of women
has had the courage
to correct yet.

And I'm just as guilty
as anyone in this state,
but this morning,

Harry, this morning, you and I
are going to come to grips
with our appalling prejudice.

The two people there
with my husband

are Truinfador's father
and mother.

They are Tranquilino
and Serafina Marquez.

Now, I want you to meet them

because they are the people

who keep our farms
from turning back into
so much prairie grass.

They are the people who toil
from March through November

at rip-gut wages
and then they have to
fend for themselves

through the cold months
with inadequate food,
inadequate heat,

polluted water and festering
social conditions.

Now they are the people
that Colorado needs,
but Colorado doesn't want.

Nobody asked them to leave
their own country
and come up here.

Yes, they did.

As a matter of fact,
I asked Tranquilino's
Uncle Nacho myself.

Jim...
Of course,
I didn't know at the time

that it was gonna
end up like this.

With them getting arrested

and run off back to Mexico,
so Grabhorn could get out of
paying them

for what they earned.

And I didn't know

that most of
the Anglo children

that used to be raised
to believe that Indians
weren't human

would be raised today to
believe that Mexicans were
even less.

Now my own grandson, Paul,

was reading a book
the other day

that says by the time
Billy the Kid
was 21 years old,

he killed a man
for every year of his life,

not counting
Mexicans and Indians.

Isn't that one
hell of a thing?

Jim.
What?

JUDGE: Sit down.

Charlotte, you go back
where you belong, too.

I said go back
where you belong.

I heard you, Harry.

Now, this court does not
dispute the fact

that everybody from
the United States Government
on down

has behaved with duplicity
towards the Mexicans.

But that does not relieve me
of my responsibility

to administer the law.
Truinfador Marquez,

as stated before, you have
no license to operate
a house of amusement,

no right to be on that
property in question at all.

And furthermore...

Excuse me, Harry,
but who does own that shack?

Charlotte...
I don't suppose it would
still belong to...

This court is recessed
until after lunch.

JUDGE: Charlotte.
Mrs. Lloyd.

I want to talk to you
right now.

Now you know damned well
that Philip Wendell

owns all of the buildings
on that side of town.

Philip Wendell, yes.

Well, he's thinking of
running for Congress,
isn't he?

Well, he has done
a lot of good things
for this community.

Then I shall expect him
to sell me that shack

this afternoon for $100.

And I propose
renting it back to
Truinfador Marquez

for one dollar a year.

Charlotte, you're
a pain in the...

I'm sure that you and
the Sheriff can convince him
to sell

because, otherwise,
I shall have to take
this story

to every newspaper
in the country.

That's blackmail.

Well, isn't it just?

(WIND HOWLING)

(COWS MOOING)

(BABY CRYING)

Get in the house.

Hey.
Howdy, Pa.

Boy, it's a wild one, huh?
It sure is.

I'm scared.

I'm not.

I'll bet. How'd it go
with the bus today?

Pulled off into Emig's field.
I could hardly see the road.

The sound of the wind,
that moaning,

it's like
the end of the world.

Well, it'll be over soon,
and the world'll still
keep spinning.

Hey, let's have
some supper, huh?

Honey?

MAGNES: That last storm
liked to suck my field dry.

If we don't get
a good gully washer soon,

we are going to be
in real trouble.

Real trouble, huh?

With the drought
and 33 cent wheat,

the banks refusing
to circulate their money,

I'd say a little dust is
the least of our problems.

I don't agree, Earl.

It's not just the topsoil.

When silt is blown
at that velocity,

it develops
a cutting edge.

It can actually sickle
your seedlings

just as sure as
if you put iron to them.

Montana's had three
of those storms in a row.

But what can
we do about it?

I had these printed up
at the college.

Now, there isn't anything
in here that I haven't been
talking myself

blue in the face
about for years.

But maybe now,
you fellas'll listen.

Tie the soil down,
plant shelter belts,

burn your harrows,
use the one-way disk
and the duck foot instead.

Plow up some lister ridges
crosswise to the direction
of the wind.

But in order for it to work,
you've all got to do it.

Because nobody benefits
if the adjacent land
is blowing.

Well, I am going
to look into it.

I just hope
there's time.

There's gotta be.

We scraped up
every last penny
to pay off Wendell.

And I sure as hell
don't intend to see
our place go for taxes.

No. No.

What is it,
Mr. Garrett?

Well, I'll tell you this.
It's not for little girls.

What it is, is a brand new
event at the Denver stock show
this year.

They're gonna take
twenty of you guys,

and they're gonna put
you out in the big arena.

You're gonna have
thousands and thousands
of people watching you.

Oh, boy.

Then they're gonna
blow a bugle
and release ten calves.

You're gonna go out there
and you're gonna chase
those calves around.

And try to wrestle one
to the ground.

Now the first boy
that fixes his halter
around a calf's head

and leads it away
without any help

is gonna win that calf.

You mean, he can take it home?
You bet he can.

He'll take it home, feed it,

and then come next winter
at the auction, it'll be sold.

And all the money,

and you're talking about maybe
several hundred dollars,

is gonna be his to keep.

Paul, are you going
to try for it?
No, son, he can't.

His grandma's one
of the judges this year.

The rest of you boys
think about it now and
I'll see you at suppertime.

How about you, Cisco?

What do I want
with a dumb old calf?

What I want's a guitar.

Yeah, but after you win
the calf in the auction,
you can buy yourself a guitar.

I'd rather steal a guitar.

Well, I'm gonna try for it.

That money'd really
help my folks.

You ever bulldogged cows?
No.

It ain't that easy.

Why don't you come up to
our ranch on Saturday?

I'll bet my Grandma
Charlotte would let you
practice on one of ours.

And I'll be your coach.

You would?
Yeah.

PAUL: Get up.

That's it!

You okay?

Put your hand in
his face if he backs you
in a corner like that.

Come on.

Come on, get him.
Yeah, come on.

All right, put your feet down,
put your feet down, come on.

You know, Jim,
it'd do you good to see
the sort of enthusiasm

that the Crown V
bulls stir up.

You know
what does me good?
What?

To see a line
of those white faces

walking over the brow
of a hill at dusk
coming in for a drink.

I don't think I've ever seen
anything prettier in my life.

How flattering.
You know what I mean.

Come on, give me a kiss.

Jim, you've got to come.
Just this once.

Elmo Pierce
is going to be there

and he's the most respected
stock judge in
the entire country.

Charlotte, I've told you
a hundred times

I hate that
whole stock show routine.

All those damn rosettes
and blue ribbons

are what got ranchers headed
in the wrong direction
to begin with.

Not afraid, are you,

that he might agree with me
and not with you?

You go out there
and be Queen of the West,
and we'll stay home.

I said, are you scared?

Am I scared?

If I can get Elmo Pierce
to come out to Venneford,

will you listen to
what he's got to say?

If he talks sense, sure.

PAUL: Hang on, Timmy,
hang on!

(COW MOOING)

That boy's all right.

You still want to be
a bulldogger, son?

I just got to win that
contest, Mr. Lloyd.

We need the money bad.

Come on.

Jim, can't we help somehow?

Well, we could pay
the taxes for them,
I guess.

I don't think
they'd accept that.

Well, we'll call it a loan.

I don't know.
These are proud people, Jim.

And as stubborn as you are.

(MOOING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

ALICE: It was the dirt.

He wasn't even hurt that bad.

It was just the dirt.

The wind and the dirt.

Alice.

Alice, I want you to come
stay with us for a while.

Do you hear me?

I want you to come
to our house
and stay for a while.

No. I can't leave Earl
right now,

not with all this on him.

It's not just Ethan.

He thinks
we're going to be sheriffed.

Oh, good Lord.

How much taxes do you owe?

Last year and this.

Earl sold everything
to pay off Wendell.

Magnes'll loan him some.

He'd never ask.

Besides, you...

You have your own place
to look after.

(SIGHING)

How can a country
support a law
that takes away a man's home

when it's the country
that's gone wrong, not us?

I don't know.

I don't know
what we'll do now.

There's no place
to go back to,

and there's no money
to go on.

There's just the wind.

The wind

and the dirt...

(COWS MOOING)

PAUL: Hey, Grandpa.

Well, that's
a pretty big animal
you got there.

You bring that down
all by yourself?

Yes, sir.
I did what Paul told me.

Well, I'll tell you
something, Timmy,
and I don't say this often.

But I think
you've got the makings
of a cowboy.

(EXCLAIMING)
Gosh, Mr. Lloyd,
you do?

Oh, you think
you'd take to that, huh?

(CHUCKLING) You bet.

Well, likely Paul here,
he's gonna be
running the spread one day.

And he's gonna
need some help.

You two got
a good friendship.

And no matter
how you cut it,

ranching still comes down
to people you can trust.

(HORN HONKING)

Hey, who's that
with Grandma?

JIM: That is a man
named Pierce.

He gets his way,

steers'll be so small
you won't have
to wrestle them,

you can just fold them up
and put them in your pocket.

See you later.

Hey, you tired?

Nope. Just hungry.

Me, too. Let's go.

Can't you see
you're ruining the breed?

Emperor IX is
the top Hereford
in history.

Emperor IX is a runt.

You mark my words,

the day will come
when every cattleman
that knows

will breed every last
damned strain

of that sorry looking,
stubby-legged freak

right out of his herds.

You tell him
that he's talking nonsense,
Mr. Pierce.

With all due respect,
Mr. Lloyd,
I have to disagree.

Now, I know you built
your reputation on
the range-ready steer,

but it is the general judgment
of stockmen

that the Emperor here
just might save the breed.

Bring it into conformity.

Conformity. That's just it.

There's too damn much
conformity.

I can't stand

having nature changed
for some damned fad.

I can't stand around
and just watch

while a breed
I have loved since...

Jim, what is it?

We should just leave
the animals alone.

Like the land, we should
just leave them alone.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

She's here, Dad!

Good morning,
Victoria.

Mrs. Grebe.

Good morning,
Mrs. Lloyd.
Good morning, Earl.

Sorry about your husband.
He was a good friend
to all of us.

Thank you.

Well, now, Timmy,

in the olden days
in my country,

when a knight rode out
to do battle,

he wore the colors
of his lady.

So now you

can wear my colors.

Thanks, Mrs. Lloyd.

Oh, and I've got
a little picnic hamper here
for the other youngsters.

Oh, Mrs. Lloyd,
we can't accept that.

Nonsense. Now, the family
of a champion bulldogger

have to keep up
their strength and
its moral support.

Come on, now,
we'll get started.
Don't you worry about him.

We'll be back
before the end of the week.

Thank you, Paul.
Come on, Timmy.

Good luck, Son.

Be sure to use good judgment,
whatever they throw at you.

I will.

Bye, Mom.

Goodbye, Timmy.

(CRYING) Dear, God.

Not today.

Please, not today.

(BABY CRYING)

Go in the house.
Help your mother!

Yes, Pa.

Ma, where are you?

Ma, you okay?

(VICTORIA SCREAMING)

Alice?

Alice?

MAGNES: The knife
was still in her hand.

We figured
what happened was

she killed the girls.

Then Earl must've
come in from the field
and seen what happened

and he put a shotgun
to her and himself.

You're certain
you want to take Timmy?

Yes.

We've known him
since he was born.

He'll have a home with us
for as long as he wants.

I'll see that it's not
a financial burden to you.

Well, I guess I'm ready.

You miss Grandpa,
don't you?

Yes, I miss him
very much.

Bet Timmy
misses his folks, too.

I bet he does.

What made them
go crazy like that,
Grandma?

Well, hard to say.

Some kids at school say
it was 'cause
they didn't have any money.

That could be.

Lots of people
don't have money.

I think it was
something else.

What's that?
The storms.

Timmy said his ma was
really scared of them.

The wind and the dust...
They scared me, too.

You don't want to be
afraid of them, Paul.

You must respect them.

You must respect
everything about this land.

That's when people
get in trouble out here,

and they make trouble
for others when they have
no respect for it,

for its power
and its majesty.

See, those winds that came,

they rolled the land up,
mile after mile,

and they carried it away
like a thief
because man let them.

He didn't respect
the delicate balance
of nature.

But the land will come back,
and the farmers have learned
how to protect it now.

How to take care of it,
so that it can
take care of them.

That's probably the most
important thing any of us
can ever learn.

How to take care of the land.

I don't think
I understand all that.

Well, it's really
very simple.

You see, this land is
the most precious thing
we have.

This earth. This planet.

We need it to survive.
But it doesn't need us.

It's got along for millions
of years without us.

In fact, you know
the dinosaurs that used
to roam this same land,

they lived longer than
human beings have yet.

Really?
They sure did.

And if man's
not very careful,

he may be as extinct
as the dinosaur someday.

Now the Indians, they knew
how to take care of the land,

how to maintain the balance.

And the first white men
who came here.

But the men
who came since,

they haven't really cared
about anything much
except themselves,

what they could
take out of the land,

how it could make them rich.

And there's a kind of a war
that's been going on
for some time now.

It's a war
you'll be part of.

A war?
Yes.

You mean, like the one
between Grandpa Messmore
and Grandpa Jim?

About the cows and sheep?
No.

No, it's a much bigger one.

It's a much more
important one.

It's a war between the men
who want to take care
of the land,

and the men who just want to
take what they can out of it.

The takers
and the caretakers,
I call it.

I guess Grandpa Jim
was a caretaker.

Both your grandfathers were,
and your father is, too.

And our friend,
Hans Brumbaugh,

and the men who
started Centennial,

Levi Zendt, Alexander McKeag,

and you will be too, Paul.

You are going to be
a very important man
in this state someday.

Well, you'll run
the Venneford and that's
a very large part of Colorado.

I still don't think
I understand.

You will.

When God first met
with man in Eden, he said,

"Replenish the Earth
and subdue it."

But to do that
we have to understand...

To understand that the Earth
has a life of its own.

A force of its own.

So if there are times
when the winds come,
as they did,

or the great blizzards,

or the long years
without water,

then we have to
learn to live with them.

Or else we die?

Oh, all of us
die sometime, Paul.

Only the land lives forever.

And that's what
you have to understand.

CHARLOTTE: Only the land
lives forever.