All language subtitles for Rawhide S07E15 - Josh

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end
of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on,
head 'em up, Rawhide ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

[MAN WHISTLES]

[YELLS]

FAVOR:
Let's keep moving there.

JOSH:
Yeah!

- It'll snow?
- Oh, why not?

Everything else has happened
on this drive.

Hey, Quince, keep them closed in.

[MEN YELLING]

Hey, Yo Yo, don't let that shorthorn
twist back on you there.

Josh, wake up, man.
Come on, keep them moving there.

Aah. Yaah! Uhn.

Oh, boy, you got a crick again.

Thanks, boy.

Towns. Squaw ways, store-bought.

Hog in a sty's
got more room to breathe.

Ain't like being out, out on a move.

You always been on the move,
huh, Josh?

Near ways, and I've done it all.

Set traps, hauled pelt,
run buffalo, then steer.

I'll live to see the end of that too.

And when the last drive comes
I'm gonna be there to ride in it.

You wait and see.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

You tear every rib,
you bust every gut

to get them in somehow
with a paste-and-patch crew,

one of them old enough to be
Andy Jackson's granddaddy,

another as green
and dumb as spring grass,

washout at Bent's Crossing,

dry holds from Harlan's Point
to Coyote Ford,

and somehow you'll finally
get them here, and what?

No train.

You get the feeling we've been
jinxed on this trip?

[FAVOR GROANS]

You nearly let that little old longhorn
get away from you, didn't you? Huh?

Well, now, what'd you figure I was
gonna do, just fall off and dog him?

That's what he'd have done.
Ain't that so, Pap?

Never saw a steer I couldn't dog.

Look, I got me 5 hard dollars
to see you do it right now.

- How much you got?
- I got the same.

All right, get out your money.

- They're trying to rile you, Josh.
- You just stay out of it, Mushy.

I'm sorry, Favor,
but till I know when the train's due,

I can't set any kind of price with you.

Why, that herd of yours could eat
half the profit out of it in a week.

Not at 36, 37 dollars a head.

And they're worth that
or more at the slaughter yards.

But I gotta ship them
to the slaughter yards first.

No, you can take them
to another broker

or you can pay to keep them here.
That's up to you, I'm sorry.

He's sorry?

A hundred miles of drought,
a hundred of mud...

[MEN CLAMORING]

[MEN LAUGHING]

Hey, Josh, don't let him
stick his horn in.

[COW MOOING]

[MEN CLAMORING]

Well, of course, that's $10.

[COW MOOING]

He did it.

[COWS MOOING]

MAN:
I got a little one, Josh.

That tears it.

- Well, you done it, Josh.
- Collect the money.

I'm gonna get washed.

FAVOR:
Hey, Josh?

Come on, get those kids
back from here.

If they break loose
we're really in trouble.

Rowdy, take over.
Get everybody out of here.

- Get them quieted down.
- Where you going?

I'm going to get rid of that jinx
you was mentioning.

[GROANING]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

Dry holds, floods, no train.
That ain't enough for you, huh?

You're gonna horse around until
we really lose the herd,

just because you're
a stubborn old man

what ought to be snoring at flies
in a poor farm.

Well, no more, old man.

You can pack off,
and I mean right now.

You firing me? You can't.

I quit on better men before you
were bite-weaned, 40 years back.

Forty years back. I know, I know.
What was it? The...

- You broke trail through...
- The Apache land. Yes, I did.

- Took a herd across the Rockies.
- Rode them to Pike's Creek.

I've heard them all 20 times.

Save them to swap
at the old folks' home.

Wait a minute, listen.
You gotta listen to me--

[JOSH GROANS]

Josh.

Josh, you all right?

Leave off me.

- Hey, somebody, give a hand here.
- Leave me be.

All right, all right, look,
I had to blow up at something.

You can stay on. I'll put you
on the tote wagon on the ride back.

We're gonna clear out of here.

- Get up.
- Look, I said I was sorry.

I don't want your sorries
or anybody else's.

Maybe I don't have a home
or a family or a trade,

but I still got one thing:
I got a belly full of pride.

Clean pans and pick rags.

I'd rather root for stinkweed first.

I don't want nothing from you.

And if you ever hunker down
on me ever again,

I'll settle if it takes
the last breath I've got.

Come on, Mush.

JOSH:
You smell that? Mountains.

There ain't no mountains around here,
Josh. This is plains land.

They're out there, all right,
humping up against the clouds.

Land out there a man can breathe in.
Ain't run over with no Gil Favors yet.

And that's where we gonna
hire ourselves, boy.

Now you stop in again, Mrs. Pitman.
Come next town's day, huh?

Goodbye. Thank you.

No, young man, you don't have
to tell me your name again.

Morning meal.

Oatmeal, gruel, mush, mushy...

Mr. Mushgrove, you see?

I've never lost track
of a single letter yet.

Sure, ma'am,
Harkness Mushgrove Ill.

And I'm expecting a letter from
Ms. Teya Vassily from Abilene.

- Or thereabouts somewhere.
- Is that what you dragged us here for?

Get a letter from some skittery female
you got the moon-pines for?

I wouldn't put it like that, Josh.
I mean, I like her and all that.

Matter of fact, I like her a lot.

And she's the only real girl
I ever had.

And Teya, she's the kind of girl
that likes you back too.

Her and her folks
got one of those traveling shows,

with jugglers and knife throwers.
It's very exciting.

Well, when I get a better job someday
and more responsibility,

I mean, when I can handle a better job,
I'm gonna go back and get her.

I'm sorry, young man.
There's no letter for you.

Why, are you sure, ma’am?

I mean, I put it down so she could
write to general delivery here.

Well, maybe she send it
care of your grandfather there.

- What's his name?
- The name is Josh Breedon, auntie.

And I ain't his
or anybody else's grandpap,

and I got no future plans to be either.

Breedon. Breedon. Breed.

Spring, summer, fall, winter.
That's it.

You hear me, auntie? Letter.

Last time a letter come for me
was sometime during the war.

Advertisement circular
for some kind of a bile tonic.

- Here it is. Winter, dead file.
- Couldn't be for me.

It most certainly is. Plain on the top
here's written "Mr. Joshua Breedon."

It was mailed here in Union City,
only there was no return address on it,

so it was put in the dead-letter file
a year ago April.

Well, open it and read it, Josh.

My threading glasses is a little fuzzy.

You letter it out for me, huh?

If you don't mind, would you please
just step aside?

I like to keep the counter clear
for business.

- Sure, ma'am.
- Can't even stand by the counter.

Favor probably,
spreading tales about me.

No, he wouldn't do that, Josh.

- I mean, he's a very nice man.
- You don't know his kind.

I want you to be a friend of his, Josh.

I mean, sure, he yells at you.
He yells at me too.

Why, a year ago on a drive,

he yelled at a tree stump
that was in the way of his horse.

Well, he yells because he has to.
Because he's the boss.

- You gonna read that letter?
- I'll read it for you.

"Dear Josh, I am sending this off.."

Whoever wrote this
has got a good hand.

"I am sending this off
to the postal at Santa Fe

on the chance
of reaching you there."

You know, I didn't even go to school.
I got a big book on words.

"I guess you remember
old Lazarus, the Greek.

- Well, just this last Wednesday--"
- I remember him.

He use to run cattle
through Apache country

over the other side of the border.

- He got him a herd of goats.
- Herd of goats?

Yeah, he used to sour up the milk
from them. Go ahead.

"Well, just this last Wednesday,

sad word came to me
that he has passed beyond.

Since he did not have neither
no family or any people in this country,

he has left and bequeathed his ranch
and land to you and me.

Since because of the way
it is law-worded,

the land and goods are left
to both of us together,

so I'll wait here until you come
or send word ahead to me."

If that don't prove our fate. Yeah.

Eat dark meat today
and white meat tomorrow.

It turns. Look at that,
see how that glittered up?

Something nipped me yesterday
to shine that up.

You don't believe in that old
Indian charm thing, do you?

Well, them Chiricahua,
they got something.

They know things.

I saw a man once stick his hand
right into a fire

and take it out
without a single mark on it.

Oh, I don't mean I believe it exactly,
but there's that letter for example.

- Who is it from?
- I don't know.

The first name starts
with an A and the last one's Seton.

- I don't know any Seton.
- Well, the signature is kind of scrawly.

It's not written
like the rest of the letter.

Yeah, I do. I do.
Aaron Seton. Bigger.

Why, it's 30 years
since I heard from him last.

We used to ride the range together.
Sam Clintock.

Out in the Dakotas,
west toward Wyoming land.

Whoo. The stories I could tell you
about him.

He had a hide on him
that was tougher than a wild boar.

He was bigger than a longhorn.
That's how he come by the name.

Old Bigger. Hmm.

Oh. Where's it say he's at?

It don't say. In fact, it don't say
where that ranch is or what's on it.

Cattle, of course. Yeah.

And maybe there'll be a hacienda too,
if it's over the border.

You wait a year from now.

Yeah, it'll be Gil Favor who'll be
whimpering to us for a job.

It was my lucky angel
that was whispering in my ear

when I told Favor off and quit him.

I guess so. Now we gotta find out
where that friend of yours is.

I'll find him quick enough.

You go on, peel off, join the boys
and have some fun.

Maybe I ought to go see Mr. Favor
and get our trail pay first.

Nope.

Well, he won't mind if we're not
lined up formal-like. We earned it.

Forget it and go join the boys.

How we gonna have any fun
without our pay?

- I don't want nothing from Favor.
- But he owes it to you, Josh.

I don't wanna spend
the rest of my life behind bars.

And if I were to meet up
with him now, I'd hurt him.

All right, I'll be seeing you.

Fort Union to Dodge.
I'll be driving out next 15th.

I'll pay a day for a week trail bonus for
any drovers signing up with me now.

Here, put your names
or your marks in the book there

and who you drove for last.

Now, any flat-river man or
any bummers, just keep on moving by.

I don't want you.

No, no one by the name
of Seton here, or ever was.

He's a big man,
red hair thicker than buffalo fur,

and a mustache
that bristled down into his beard.

- Wanna look for yourself?
- Bigger was a high liver.

May just be that
this ain't the best hotel in town.

Maybe not, but it's the only one.

There's some board-and-keep houses
across the way in Upper Town.

- You might ask around up there.
- Yeah.

Yeah, this will not reach.
Grease down the axels.

- Mr. Favor.
- Mushy, why aren't you with the men?

I seen them up the street.
They're heading somewheres.

I don't mind.
I kind of like being by myself today.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- Well, can I give you a hand?

Look, Mush, you got some time off.
Take advantage of it.

First off, get yourself to a barber shop
and then go on down to the saloon,

watch the rest of them
making fools of themselves.

Pick yourself up a restaurant meal.

Hey, you haven't even picked up
your paycheck yet.

MUSHY:
Not yet.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Take Josh Breedon's down to him too.

He won't be any problem to find.

He'll be standing on some
street corner shouting to everybody

about the good old days
when everybody was 9 feet tall,

Except him, of course.
He was 10 feet tall.

I don't think Josh will be
needing his pay, Mr. Favor.

You better hold on to it
for him for a while.

What happened to him?
He fall into a bucket of gold?

Oh, Mr. Pine, any word yet?

But your credit's still good with me.
You see your herd's still in my pen.

But don't take it too hard.

I think I'll go down to the saloon.

Sometimes they get
to fighting down here.

Carry on, Mush. I got to take it hard.
Too many people to think about.

The drovers and their families
and all the people counting on them.

Yeah, it's all right to worry about them,
but don't make yourself sick over them.

- Now, you take this fellow Josh--
- Oh, yeah.

I'm afraid he was just the handiest
thing to come down on at the time.

I got to do something about him.

What's an old boy like that
gonna do with no kin,

no money saved up, no job?

Oh, trail driving is a young man's work,
you know that.

Old fellow like him ought to
get himself a stay-put job,

like counting head, for instance.

You know, I've had three of them
drift off on me just this year.

Say, what about Josh?
Maybe you could use him.

Well, maybe, you know,

if he knows cattle and he
can scribble and count some, yeah.

Anyway, you know it ought
to quiet him down

- when he finds out you got him a job.
- No, no, no.

Let's not mention my name.
His pride is rubbed too raw as it is.

Well, anyway you say, but
I still need a man, any age, any size.

But not one
that's gonna drift off on me.

I'd say Josh is just about drifted out.

Well, there's one load off my mind.

I think I'll go in town,
check at the telegraph.

Oh, wait a minute,
telegraph's been out a week.

You know, they only got it
as far as Fort Barker.

Fort Barker. Well, they probably know
about the train there anyways.

Where's the best saloon in town?

Oh, there ain't but two left now
the Short Dollar burned down. Why?

Well, the best saloon
would have the prettiest girls,

and the prettiest girls would have
Mr. Rowdy Yates,

and Mr. Rowdy Yates is gonna be
my personal telegraph.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[ROWDY GRUNTS]

What was that for now?

I was getting to know those two girls.

Don't like to see a man ever
have any pleasures in life, do you?

You've had enough pleasures
for right now,

especially since you're going
on a nice little ride.

I don't want on any drive
anywhere. Where?

Well, the telegraph line
is still in to Fort Barker.

At least they'll know
if the train is going...

How many drinks did you set up
for those two little things?

Those little things, I only
just kept up with them, that's all.

I can see that
now that we're out in the light.

- How many have I got up?
- How many what?

Yeah, I thought. Well...

[KNOCKS]

- Mrs. Arnold?
- No, Nellie. Oh.

How do? Why didn't you tell me
there was a gentleman here?

Well, go on, go on.
Don't just stand there twiddling.

There's the dining table to dust
and trash to empty.

Come in, come in.

Girls you get these days.
No sense of responsibility.

Well, I guess you've come
to see our vacancy.

It's a nice airy room
just right for a man of your age,

downstairs so you don't
have to climb.

First to climb the Raton,
and I could do it again this year.

That's near Denver, ain't it, Raton?
Had a sister lived there, Denver.

Now, there's a wash stand
down the end of the hall

and fresh linen twice a month.

- Mrs. Arnold, I--
- No, no, no, I'm Mrs. Moyer.

Mrs. Arnold went back to Boston

to live out the last days of her life
with her daughter.

I never could see the reason to go
to the expense of a new sign.

- Mrs. Moyer--
- I usually ask for references,

but I can see you're a gentleman.

One thing I do make a rule on though,
$25 deposit.

- Ma'am, I--
- It's not for me.

It's to cover undertaking
and embalming fees

in case a sad occurrence
should take place.

Well, now I'll show you the room.

I didn't come to look at a room.
I'm ain't fixing to stay on in this town.

I come to find my friend Bigger.

I understand he keeps
and boards here.

Aaron Seton is his proper name.

Well, why didn't you
tell me that straight off?

I'll fetch him right in to you.

MOYER: I don't know his name.
You better ask him for yourself.

MAN: What?
MOYER: Ask him for yourself!

MAN:
What?

[MOYER GROANS]

You're gonna have to talk
into his good ear. It's the other side.

That ain't Bigger Seton.
Not the Bigger Seton that I mean.

Oh, he's the only Seton in this town.

Oh. He was big-- He was--
He looked different, younger.

Well, we all was once.

Now I'm gonna leave you to visit with
your friend who's come to take you off.

You didn't tell me
nobody was coming.

Now I'm gonna miss my nap.

MOYER: Now, don't you get into one
of your crotchety moods.

It ain't polite
when people come to call.

And you make yourself
complete to home.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I know you.

I remember...

Some place.

Bigger, it's me, Josh Breedon.

My eyes water some.
I don't see as good as I did.

Bigger, it's me, Josh Breedon.

I knew I knowed you.

Like a root chuck come up for air,

takes me a few minutes
to get my sight.

Josh Breedon.

I knowed you'd come.

You ain't changed one day
to 10 years.

It's the same with you, Bigger.

[CHUCKLES]

You don't see her around
no place, do you?

I got a little something
for you and me.

[BIGGER CHUCKLES]

Nice young fellow sneaks it in
to me every week.

It ain't much good, but it'll wet
you some and kill off the hunkers.

[CHUCKLES]

- Go ahead.
- Hmm.

- Ahh.
- Heh-heh.

[SNIFFS]

It's better than that slew mix
that you used to churn up

when we had those diggings
out on the Placer.

I weren't there.
I never got to go to the goldfields.

No? Well, maybe
there was some another fellow.

Some days I get all muddled up
on my names.

I know.

The last roundup
on Wind River Creek.

That's where we first met up,
wasn't it?

- Uh-huh.
- Ha-ha.

That was a hooter, wasn't it?

You and Jed Coombs.
All one day and half the next.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Best fight I ever saw.

They were good days, Josh.

Good days.

How's it come
you happened to be here?

The letter that you writ.

About the old Greek who died
and left his land to us.

I guess I figured you was dead
and wouldn't show up.

I ain't dead or got any plan to be.
It just took so long to catch up.

Tell me about the spread.
What kind of land is it?

It's all graze land and just as green
as the day the sun first shone on it.

Six days' ride across, ten up and down.
Wells are dug and a trail runs through.

Hey, that sounds even better
than I expected.

Land like that, a man could raise herd
enough to feed St. Louis.

Hey, is there any flowing water on it?
A creek, maybe?

- Oh.

- A river.
- What about stock?

Purebred.
Hereford and shorthorn reds.

Herefords. Yoo-hoo!

[WHOOPING]

And they're bringing
$18 a head at Abilene.

All we gotta do now is sit back
and count the money.

You suppose there's a little herd of
mangy goat around here somewhere?

That old Greek would never go
no place without them.

[JOSH LAUGHS]

What did he pass on from, finally?

He was at the Chiricahua massacre
at Cedar Wells.

They found three flint hatchets
in his body when they found him.

Cedar Wells Massacre?

Why, that was before Kearny
came through.

- That's more than 40 years ago.
- Oh, no, no. Just happened last year.

Young bucks got all whiskeyed up,
broke the Mex treaty,

and start raiding anything they seen.

Maybe drifting around like I've been,
I haven't heard about it,

but, say, just exactly where at
is this land of ours, exactly?

Well, some of it
is the other side of Dead Man's Pass.

- You mean, Shoshone country?
- No.

South of the Platte.
Halfway on to Fort Cooper.

Oh, but there ain't any more
open land out there.

Why, that's all fenced in.

Towns everywhere.
The train goes through to Denver.

- You don't mean there.
- It is right where I said.

I been there, I seen it.
It's green as far as you can see.

But you couldn't have. All that land
was grazed to dust 30 years ago.

Don't say that to me. I'm telling you,
it's waiting for us, just you and me.

But I've been through there,
with the trains blackening up the sky.

Towns wherever you can spit.

You're remembering back
that long, long time ago.

Don't say that to me!

It's there.

It's there!

Now, I just want you
to stop that shouting.

I told you about that before. Now
you just go back to your own room.

Go on. Or I'll lock you in again
and you won't get no dinner tonight.

BIGGER:
It's there.

It's there.

I know it's there.

Oh, he just gets
more trouble every day.

Putting and fetching for him and trying
to keep him halfway clean and decent.

And writing off crazy letters for him

every time he gets a notion
in his head.

- You writ the letter?
- Oh...

And even that little dab of money
used to come from his niece

or whatever every month,
quit showing up.

Hell you, I'm frazzled
to an end with him.

And I just can't keep him here
anymore and that's all there is to it.

Well, where else will he go to live?

Well, I thought you was coming
to take him off with you. Oh.

I might have known that was just
another one of his pipe dreams.

Well, this isn't no charity home
and he's no blood to me.

And I can't keep him on for free.

Now, there's a poorhouse
over in Cooperstown--

No, Bigger don't belong
in a place like that.

If, uh...?

I was to give you some money
for him...?

Now, you know...

It isn't very much,
but it ought to keep him for a while.

And if you would tell Bigger for me...

If you would tell him...

I guess there ain't nothing
really to tell him.

Get me out of here.

I'm already cleaner
than the day I was born

and my skin's half boiled off.

Mm-mm. I'd say you're still at least
a good 20 proof.

Look, Rowdy, you got
a hard long ride ahead of you.

Whether we go broke or not
on this herd may depend

on how fast and how well you ride.

[GASPS]

Even the Kiowas got the decency
to scalp a man before they boil him.

Look, I'm not going anywhere
expect back to that saloon.

I couldn't ride over to Fort Barker
and get back in the same day anyway

without riding 12 horses
into the ground.

Besides, I'm unreliable.
You know that.

Get yourself an older man,
a man like Josh.

Yeah, and he wouldn't stop
and dawdle on the way.

And you could make your
peace with him

and give him a job at the same time.

Just leave Josh out of this, huh?

- What you got against him, anyway?
- Nothing.

It's just that he ain't the man
he thinks he used to be.

Now look, you don't even gotta ride
as far as the Fort,

just as far as Pico's Suttler Stop.

What they know at the Fort,
they'll know at Pico's.

I don't give a darn what they know
or don't know there.

I ain't going anywhere
except to that saloon.

- Now just keep cool.
- Cool.

Just keep cool.

[GASPS]

I'm froze. You've frozen me.

All right, I'll go anywhere, anywhere.
Just get me out of here.

Get me my clothes. Anywhere.

[PLAYING LIVELY TUNE]

Give me a thumb pour of rye.

Dime a glass, four bits a bottle.

You could keep tab on me
till I get my trail pay.

He one of your bunch?

Who, Old Pappy there?

Not since Favor cut him
out of the herd, he ain't.

Sorry, old-timer, no mark except for
the ones Gil Favor put his word on.

Favor. You don't need his word,
you got mine.

- No, I got my rules, sorry.
- Sorry?

I don't need nobody
being sorry for me. Nobody.

We all came in on the same drive.

He earned his keep
just like everybody else.

Only he's been too busy to get his pay.
Give him what he wants.

Rules is rules.

Well, maybe Favor has got you
and them whipped, but not me.

I come 70 years
without bending to nobody yet,

and I won't scrabble dirt
for him or you or nobody.

I can't siphon it back anyway. Here.

I'll go you a dime glass, but only one.

I don't want it. Nothing!

WOMAN:
Oh!

Josh, you goat, we ought to
dump you in the town well for that.

Hey, he fixed a lame horse
for us once.

Best you just stay out of here,
old-timer.

A man can't get a drink,
hunker where he wants.

Can't even spit unless
Gil Favor says.

Well, I ain't gonna bend to it
no more.

They don't know
what they're doing in there.

Well, they'd been drinking too much.

[GRUNTS]

FAVOR:
Mushy. Psst!

Mr. Favor, you better go
speak to that bartender.

They won't give Josh a drink.

Mushy, I want you to try real hard
to keep a message straight.

Think you can handle it?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

You tell Josh,
Mr. Pine has a job for him.

That's wonderful, Mr. Favor.
I'll go tell him.

Mushy, but do it after I'm gone,
huh, Mush?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

- Oh, Mushy?
- Yes, sir.

I'm gone.

Yes, sir, Mr. Favor.

You wait a couple years.
You'll be a foot taller.

You boys wanna split
a dime between you?

- Walk this horse down and water him.
- Sure.

You haven't by any chance seen
Gil Favor around here?

Yeah, he's over at
the shed store with Mr. Pine.

- Across there.
- Thanks.

Is that the best
you can do, Mr. Pine?

Sixteen coils of ten-gauge
and eight of the 15.

No best to it.

Half the price of the herd when
the train gets here, or $5 a head now.

ROWDY:
I'd take the 5 dollars if I was you.

The train's not gonna make it
in this run

or next one,
as far as that's concerned.

- You sure about the train?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

See, a flash flood has wiped out
the trestle bridge

up there at Dead Snake Gorge.

They got the track fixed
as far as Cooper Wells.

The train will be in there Thursday,
but no chance of it making it here.

Guess I should have waited till you
took the $5 before I shot my mouth off.

I've never gone back
on my given word yet.

- I made a deal and I'm sticking by it.
- I know that, Mr. Pine, thanks.

So the train should be pulling out
of Cooper Wells about Friday noon?

That's right.

Say, you're not thinking of driving the
herd over to Cooper Wells, are you?

Because if you are, let me remind you
it's a three-day drive

and you haven't got a guide,
supplies,

or drovers, for that matter.
Not sober ones, anyway.

I think you ought to take the 5 dollars.
That's better than no dollars at all.

Fifteen dollars a head
is a lot more than 5, fella.

- Where are you going?
- To sober me up some drovers.

You know, I wouldn't try that
if I was him.

Well, if you was him, you'd probably
have been smart enough

to stay home in the first place.

If I was him, I wouldn't take
advice from you or me.

[LAUGHS]

- Hey, mister.
- Huh?

That's a real Indian silver neck thing
you got on, ain't it?

- Sure, it's real.
- Is it Apache?

Chiricahua. You see
the sharp part there like a claw?

That's to keep away the evil luck.

And the circle part,
that's to hold in the good luck.

- Where'd you buy it?
- Buy it?

That come off the neck
of a Chiricahua chief.

It was gave to me
by General Phil Kearny

for showing him a trail
through the Mesquite Flats.

I used to run cattle through there
when it was all Mex land

so I could hide out
and not get shot at

by the Federales
or cut open by Chiricahua.

That's how I knowed about the land
and I was able to advise the general--

You kids better get down off that fence
before you get yourselves hurt.

JOSH: Here.
- You better watch out there too.

I was the one that came
about the job.

If you could tell me where he's at,
the head man?

- Who, Mr. Pine?
- Uh-huh.

Well, that's him coming
right over there.

Oh, thank you.

You can leave that.
I got posts for you to stack.

JOSH: Mr. Pine?
- Yes?

- You got some business with me?
- I wanna see about a job.

- Oh, you're the one that Favor let go?
- I quit on him.

- And if you have to do with Favor--
- No, Favor don't hire for me.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Favor and I
aren't doing any business together now.

Yes, yes, the job's still open.

Now, if you know steers good enough
to tell prime beef from gristle

and you don't mind waiting
here a bit--

Waiting is something,
I've had a lot of practice at.

I was once taking two fighting bulls
from the boat at Mazatlan

up to Santa Fe for a Spaniard fella.

We got across
the brush country all right,

and we got all across
through Colorado

and come to the Piute Range
and it started to snow.

- Fine, you wait here for me, then.
- That's exactly what I'll do, I'll wait.

Hey, mister,
what happened to you then?

What? Oh, you mean
about the fighting bulls?

You hunker down here
and I'll tell you all about it.

They was three times as big
as any longhorn

and a hundred times meaner.

And there wasn't nothing for them
to do except try to chew on me,

nothing left for me to do
but try to eat them.

Well, they didn't swallow down
very easy, but I'm still here.

And don't I suppose I was more
than twice your age.

But that don't in any way compare
to the drive

I took up into the Oregon
territory once.

- We traveled for so many days--
- Sorry to keep you waiting, old-timer.

- Now, what was your name?
- Josh Breedon.

Fine, Mr. Breedon, I can use a man,
but not one with a drifting itch.

Don't worry about that. I've been
most every place that's worthwhile.

Well, good.
How well do you know steers?

He knows everything about them.
Don't you?

Yeah, guess I ought to
after 30 years on the trail.

If I don't know cows,
I don't know what man does.

Well, fine.
You come along with me, then.

All right, tick them off.

Over there, number two short Red.

Ought to trim out
a nice marble haunch.

Kind of scraggly, though, in the flank
on account of the Mexican strain.

That white one over there, half bloat.
Been eating drought weed.

That one, well, you won't get any better
than 12 pounds a hand.

I'd say 11-odd.

You know, Mr. Breedon,
you got a close eye.

You just show me
which way the bull twists its tail,

and I'll tell you whether to buy it
for breeding or for eating.

That's what I'm here for.

Here, you mark me out a count
on that bunch feeding right over there.

All right.

You mean scribble on it?
I won't need that.

- I carry it in my head.
- Well, maybe,

but when I make a deal
with a slaughter yard agent,

I gotta have black-and-white figures,
not guesses.

- Uh... You can write, can't you?
- Sure, I can write.

Well, sure.

Well, it's just that my
threading spectacles has broke.

Well, make the numbers big.
That's all right.

[GROANS]

Um...

- He can't even cipher.
- I can too.

Did Favor put you up to this
to shame me down?

I don't want the job.

I'm a steer man.
I don't wanna be a bank clerk.

I'm sorry, old-timer.

You don't have to be sorry for me.

You lied. All them stories.
You just made them up.

Never.

Seventy-one years come thaw time,
and I never had to lie yet.

I never killed a man or even a savage
if I knew he did me no harm.

I never took anything
that wasn't mine by rights.

I never asked for sup,
not if I starved.

No man I ever owed.
I never begged.

I never took keep, except my own.

And I never took a hiding
from no man, ever.

And I won't be shamed down
like I'm nothing but dirt.

I won't.

Mr. Parks, you're taking on men
for a drive, ain't you?

That's why I came straight over to you.
I'd like to hire off to you.

Yeah, well, I got a cook.

Well, I ain't looking for
that kind of a job. I'm a drover.

There ain't a man or steer
I can't stand up to,

and there ain't a trail I ain't ridden.

Yeah, I'm sure. But you look
a little old to be driving trail.

Well, I wasn't fresh-born
yesterday, I admit.

Gray hairs, but that no reason
for man to crawl off somewhere

like a hurt possum and just die, is it?

I got a lot of years left, good years.

And I know that trail
you're going over, Mr. Parks.

I've taken steer over that trail
30 times or more.

And if when that drive is over,
you ain't satisfied, just pay me half.

Or don't pay me nothing at all.
That's fair enough, ain't it? Hmm?

- You need men, don't you?
- Yeah, that's a fact.

When's the last time
you run a herd?

I just come off a drive.

- You've been working for Gil Favor?
- That's right.

Well, now, that's different.

If Favor says you're all right. Gil?

Oh, Sam, tell me you got me
some more men.

Well, you've latched on
to enough of mine.

This time I'm gonna take
one of yours.

I told him if you said
he was a good trail man, he's hired.

Oh, Josh? Yeah.

Oh, well, Josh sure knows
that trail you're going on.

Hey, I bet you he could chart it
for you in the dark.

Yeah, well, I know the trail
and I can chart it in the dark.

What I need is some plain,
hard saddle drovers.

The old fellow claims
he rode herd for you. Did he?

Sure did.
Just come off 200 miles of it.

But you're not hiring him
back on now. Why not?

He can't cut it? Is that why?

I'm sorry, Josh, I just ain't got the right
to lie to the man about it.

- Maybe next trip.
JOSH: Yeah, next trip.

What good is that gonna be to me?

It's him, Favor.

He set out to blacken me,
to drive me into the dirt.

Like I told you, Favor won't
hire you on, then I ain't about to.

Josh, Josh, wait a minute.

You could find a place for him
on the drive with us, couldn't you?

Look, I told you,
you can come on the tote wagon.

I really need a man for that job,
man like you that knows the trail lands.

You going on that drive with him?

Well, I thought
you had a job with Mr. Pine.

JOSH:
You going on that drive with him?

You wasn't content until
you done me out of it all, was you?

Turned the boy against me.

All right, you go with him.
I'm sick of wet-nosing you, anyway.

And you understand this, Mr. Favor,
and you understand it good:

You ain't rid me into the ground yet.

- Not yet.
- Josh.

Mr. Favor, he ain't got nobody
to look after him.

No family, no place to go.

He ain't got nothing left.

Except pride, and I think we ought
to let him hang onto that, huh?

MUSHY: Josh, here you are.
I been looking all over for you.

We're about ready to move those cattle
out of those pens and get going,

so I brought all your gear
over for you.

You'd have sure been in a fix
if we'd had all this with us.

Where'd you get that?

[MUTTERING]

You don't have to get it in a saloon.
You buy it on the street.

Some people, respectable people,

they make it and bottle it
and peddle it to folks

who don't care to waste
their time in saloons.

[MEN YELLING]

- Well, I'm late, Josh.
- Hey.

Cows heading for a train,
and I never even been on one myself.

Bye, Josh.

Yeah, trains,
blind-pens to waddle hogs into.

You listen to me,
I been up this land and down

more times than you
or Gil Favor got years

and I didn't have to do it
choking up with coal soot.

Well, I sure enjoyed listening
to all your stories, Josh.

Josh, get out of the street
before you get tromped on.

You pushed me far enough.
I ain't leaving here till you face me.

Josh, you can't do it!

You keep out of this.
This is between me and Favor.

FAVOR: All right, hold them up!
Get them down!

Get out of the way, Josh, or
I am gonna move you out of the way.

Oh, no, you don't.

One of us is gonna walk away,
but only one.

- I'm not gonna draw on you, Josh.
- I'm gonna make you draw.

You're gonna kill me like a man.

Not like a sack of innards that's been
thrown out of the slaughterhouse.

I'm gonna count to three. One...

two...

Let me draw.

No, Josh.

- Get out of the way!
- No.

[MOANS]

Looks like the old fellow
finally tuckered out.

Never even got his gun out.

When he's 100, he'll be ten times
the man you are, boy. Come on.

Give me a hand with him, Mushy.
We'll take him to the store.

Easy, easy, easy.

- It's not like me, that face.
- Josh, you all right?

More like looking at Bigger.
Yeah, I'm all right.

But it is me. I just hadn't
got a close look at me lately.

But I shouldn't have done
what I did outside.

There's no point in it.

Well, sometimes a man's
gotta do something, anything,

- just to make sure he's still alive.
- But it isn't enough.

Don't go on that drive, Mushy.

I don't want you to go
on that drive, boy.

But, Josh, I got to now.

I mean, you wait here for me
and I'll come straight back.

Don't go. It isn't because
I wanna hang on to you.

It isn't that.

It's that I just don't want you ending up
dozing on charity

in a boarding house somewhere.

Or staring at a face
like this someday.

One day there won't be
any more cattle trails.

They'll go like the beaver trade did.

The trains will come
where the trails is now.

And then they'll pass away too.

You go back to that girl.

Get yourself something to hold onto.

A woman, children,
and a piece of land.

Something that don't blow away
like pride and youth.

They don't last, son.

I don't know, Josh.
I don't know if that's right.

Josh is right, Mushy, partly.
Partly he's wrong too.

Because pride is something
a man can hang onto.

Of course, sometimes it's
got to bend with the wind a little bit.

If a man got real pride inside of him,
he can afford to bend a little bit,

because he knows the roots of it go
deep enough that it'll last out his time.

That job on the tote wagon
is still open, Josh.

I guess I'd sure enough have to bend
to hunker into that, wouldn't I?

Well, yeah, some, I reckon, sure.

But not too much,
least ways not inside.

Head them up! Move them out!

[MEN YELLING]