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NARRATOR: They called it
the Age of Opportunity,

and no title for its time
was ever more appropriate.

The future hurtled toward
the town of Centennial on the winds of fortune.

And men worked to harness
those winds, winds that swept new money westward.

Fresh Eastern dollars to swell
Charlotte Seccombe's already vast Venneford cattle ranch.

To consolidate the holdings
of Messmore Garrett and his family.

To enrich Hans Brumbaugh,

whose farm poured product
into the newly organized Central Beet Factory.

But the winds of fortune
created darker opportunities as well.

Dreadful opportunities.

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.

What's the matter, Philip?
Nobody home?

Oh, hi, Miss Zendt.
No, I guess not.

Well, Mr. Timkins says
the message isn't too important.

So, I guess I can
put it under the...

I can tell you where he was.
Beaver Creek.

Something to do
with that poor man, Mr. Sorenson, I believe.

Oh, well,
does the Sheriff figure that he drowned himself then?

I guess he must.

He's got I don't know
how many men out there dragging the creek bottom.

Oh, well, maybe I better try
to find Mr. Dumire then.

This might be more important
than I thought. Thanks, Miss Zendt.

Hey, Vern!

DUMIRE: Try over there.
All right.

Maybe I ought to
head downstream.

Yeah, there's a body
in here.

Vern! Vern!

Poke through them reeds
behind you.

There's a lot of roots
right under you there, Dave.

Clean them all out.
All right.

Well.

It's been a while
since you come calling.

Well, you said you don't
want me around your office anymore.

You know why, don't you?
No, sir.

What you got there?

Any answer?
Nope.

(SIGHING)

Phil, we was pretty good
friends there for a while.

You almost wound up
being a Deputy, you know that?

I know. That's what
I sure wanted, Sheriff.

Can't pin a badge on a liar.

I never lied to you, Sheriff.

But you never told me
the truth, either. Not about Sorenson.

Now let me
give you the facts in this case, Phil.

Sorenson come into town.

He had $5,500 with him
to buy some land.

He went to see Miss Garrett's
party. Got there about 9:00.

9:30, he left there
with your mom.

Nobody's ever seen him
or his money since.

Now, if they went home
together and your dad was to break in on 'em,

they had a fight
and Sorenson got killed,

there's no jury in the world
that's gonna call it first degree murder.

You understand? I mean,
nobody's gonna get hung.

Now, what happened that night,
Phil?

Where's the body?

MAN: Sheriff?

I got ahold of
something here.

I don't know what it is,
but it's heavy.

Give him a hand there.

It's a log.

No, that ain't him!

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, boy.

Don't want your tip?
Or don't you need it so much anymore?

Hey, Brumbaugh.

Yep. Yep.

Well, what's the matter
with you?

You look like
you're waiting for the end of the world.

Price of sugar beets
gone down?

Never been higher.

And what the blazes you
lollygagging around here for anyhow?

I thought a ranch foreman
was supposed to be out taking care of his cows.

That's what I'm doing.

I'm buying them fodder.
Beets?

Well, it's a sort of
by-product.

There's a sort of pulp left
after the beets are pressed and drained.

Then I mix it with low-grade
black molasses.

You'd feed those poor beast
anything.

Oh, they love it.
They thrive on it.

As a matter of fact,
I just signed a contract to buy half the pulp

your factory here
could produce for the next five years.

It's 50% of nothing.

What do you mean?

Well, you can't have
pulp without beets.

And you can't have beets
without workers.

Someone has got to plant them,
block them, thin them.

I'll be danged
if I can find anyone around here

that's willing to do that
next spring.

Maybe you don't pay them
enough.

I could pay them the moon.
It wouldn't make any difference.

Nobody wants
to work that hard for someone else.

That's how I lost
the Takemotos, the Russians, the Germans.

They want their own farms.
I can't blame them.

Well, don't give up
on the Mexicans yet.

I told you I wrote Nacho Gomez
down in Chihuahua.

He'll probably send
half his town up here.

Yeah, I'll believe that
when I see it.

Hans, is this really
a serious problem?

It's serious enough for me
to think about putting my farm on the market.

I can't make it
without any help, Jim.

Well, maybe I ought to prod
old Nacho a little.

Yep. Yep.

Is your husband here,
Serafina?

Captain, give me one minute,
please.

Tranquilino,
you told me once you were a...

What is all this
crazy racket out here?

Soldiers.
(WHISPERS) Soldiers?

See, I told you,
civil war is coming.

Yes. The workers
of the mine strike

and the government
strikes back at them.

This is
a farming community,

the silver mines
don't concern us.

No, the soldiers are here,
there's a revolution coming.

If it comes,
it is God's will.

It's General Terrayas' will!

God doesn't own Chihuahua,
General Terrayas does!

Just stay out of this,
Nacho.

I came to talk
to Tranquilino.

You told me once
you were a patriot.

Was that true?
True.

Will you prove it?

I've been asked to pick
six brave men to do...

To do a very hard job.

I want you to be
one of the men.

What job?

Why don't you go back
to your nap, Nacho?

What job?

Executioners.

Holy Mary.

And just who is it
that these patriots are supposed to murder?

They're not supposed
to murder anybody.

They'll be asked
to execute certain criminals according to the law.

Oh, strikers,
the silver miners, huh?

These rebels happen
to be silver miners, yes.

Tranquilino.

I told you before,
I'm telling you now.

Please, don't do this.

Go to Colorado

where you can
earn a lot of money, where there is no danger.

Father?

I don't think
it's good for young men to leave their families.

And I believe in God,
and the government.

I am unshakably opposed to
a rebellion against either.

But, Father, I am a farmer.

I feed the miners.
I can't kill them.

Is that the answer you want me
to give Captain Salcedo?

Salcedo?

What Salcedo?
Who is this?

Is that the peacock
on the horse? I'll go tell him.

Nacho!

Hey, look,
I'm not afraid of these...

I am afraid. I have a wife
and a child to think about.

You're not supposed to
do this work out of fear,

but out of love
for the state.

Of course, Father. Love.

Keep your mouth shut
and let me do this.

What?
Listen to me.

I will go to Colorado with you
when I come back.

This could be a long,
hard trip with all that blood on your head.

At least I will have a head.

Six men.

Jim! Jim!

Oh, that looks good.

What were you doing
over there by the corral?

Oh, I was remembering.

This was the first Line Camp
John Skimmerhorn had me build.

Do you miss those days, Jim?

I miss the people.

All the men I worked with
on my first trail drive.

Canby and Bufe Coker
and Nate Person, and Nacho.

And now which one was Nacho?

Nacho was the cook.

He was the best cook
I ever saw.

Well, that's not a very
gentlemanly thing to say.

Did you fry this chicken?

Well, not exactly,
but I watched.

Well, this is good,
it's good. But Nacho's was better.

Maybe I'll have him
take over your kitchen when he comes up.

If he comes up.

He didn't answer
my last letter. I hope he's all right.

He told me things were getting
a little tense in Chihuahua.

Revolution?
Wouldn't surprise me.

Oh, dear.

You know, it's funny,
the things you live to regret.

I thought about writing him
two years ago.

Yes.

Regret can tear one apart.

I've always regretted
selling this camp.

I thought you liked
trespassing.

Isn't that why we come up here
so often, Charlotte?

Do you remember
how long it took you to call me that?

Even after Oliver died and
you were appointed foreman,

it was always
"Mrs. Seccombe."

We were talking
about regret.

Were we?
Chances missed.

Words that were never said.

Well, I've got some words
I've been wanting to say to you for a long time.

And I think this is just about
the best place.

Before anything's said,

I have to know how you feel
about Clemma Zendt.

I was in love with her.
But it's over. She's gone.

And I love you.

Charlotte, will you marry me?

Even though half
the state's bound to gossip about the poor foreman

taking advantage
of the rich widow?

You really worry
about gossip?

Not a damned bit.

SALCEDO: Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

Next.

Oh, Mother of God...

There were no women
in the mines.

You think strikers' wives are
incapable of causing trouble?

Ready.

Aim.

Wait.

Didn't you hear me, farmer?

I will not kill women.
Sergeant!

Find an extra blind-fold.
FATHER GRAVEZ: Just a minute.

Father! Do you see?

I know. Be still.

Well, Father,

how good of you
to witness the executions.

You didn't say
there would be women to shoot.

I beg your pardon.

I didn't realize
I was required to say so.

It seems to me, Captain,
that my villagers have proven their patriotism by now.

Surely your soldiers
can take over.

That's not the point.

I told you to be still.

But he's right,
you know.

The point is
that a conscript has refused to obey his captain's command.

And that he's been condemned
to die for it.

Sir, I am absolutely astounded
by the government's lack of sense.

Indeed?
Tell me, for instance,

how do you intend
to replace your strikers?

There are Indians.

Yes, frightened,
underfed creatures.

Now, look at this mestizo.
Strong as an ox.

And all you can think to do
is kill him.

Well, I'm not vindictive.
All right.

Life at hard labor
in the mines.

No!
Don't shoot him!

He's just going back
to his own stable like a good horse.

We'll pick him up
when we finish here.

Now then.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

(GUNS FIRING)

Nacho!

Nacho!

I know. I know.
I saw it from the hill.

It was terrible.
Don't talk.

Catch your breath.
We're leaving.

I saddled two horses
in the back.

Where's Serafina?
I sent her to your mother's with the children.

Come on.

All right.
Ride all the way out to Ciudad Ju�rez.

Right across the river
there's a town called El Paso.

I'll meet you in El Paso,
at a bar called Kate's. Understand?

I got this.
Aren't you coming?

Another way.
I want to send the soldiers the wrong direction.

They'll be here any minute.
Go on.

(HUMMING)

Going somewhere,
Mr. Wendell?

Sheriff, good day.
Where you heading?

To the saloon.
It's my lunch hour.

Is that a crime, sir?

No, that ain't.

See you around, Mr. Dumire.

You can count on that.

NORRISS:
Yes, the railroad owns land all over this country.

And I've seen it all.
From Omaha to Denver, Salt Lake City.

The job is just too big
for one man, especially a stranger like me.

What I need, really,
is a local representative.

Someone who knows the town.
Someone with great enthusiasm.

A salesman,
farmer, scientist.

That's a lot to ask for
in one package.

I know it is.

But if the man exists,
I can promise him a splendid opportunity.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I wonder
if I could bother you for the salt, please.

No bother at all, sir.
Thank you.

Lovely weather we're having.
Beautiful.

Is it typical of the area?
Oh, yes.

As an agriculturist,
I can assure you of that.

As a...
Agriculturist.

I took my degree at Bonn.
Really?

And I can also assure you,
sir, there is no finer weather for farming on this earth

than right here
in Centennial.

Really?

My name is Norriss, Mr...

Wendell.
Wendell.

And I'm with
the Union Pacific.

This is a remarkable
coincidence.

I wonder if we might be
more comfortable at one of the tables.

Of course.

Now then...

Mr. Wendell, have you had
any experience selling land?

No, sir.

No direct experience.

But I've helped
more than one acquaintance transfer his property.

And I'll wager you did it
with enthusiasm, too.

Oh, well...

If I were to ask you
if you thought it would be a good idea for me

to buy farmland
in Centennial,

what would you say?

I would say you were
the wisest man in all Christendom.

We're in an undiscovered
Garden of Eden here.

Then if you had the land,
you feel you could sell it fairly easily?

My dear man,
it would sell itself!

The only question is where
is the land to come from?

My company, the Union Pacific
owns thousands of acres along its right-of-way.

All empty.

Which is a very poor bargain
indeed for the Union Pacific, if you follow my meaning.

Oh, perfectly.

A railroad needs freight to
haul, produce, population...

Especially population,
Mr. Wendell.

From the East,
from the South, from Europe.

And for that we need
photographs and pamphlets to draw the people here.

And agents to show
the property when they arrive.

My Lord, what noble work.

Something you might consider
undertaking yourself, Mr. Wendell?

Myself, sir?

It's an opportunity,
Mr. Wendell.

An opportunity.
Well, I...

I have no background in sales.

You have what it takes,
Mr. Wendell, enthusiasm and spirit.

Well...
And like you said, the land will sell itself.

Mr. Norriss, I must tell you
I'm very flattered by your suggestion, but...

Well, we hardly know
each other.

Well, let me assure you,
Mr. Wendell, that my interest and my offer are legitimate.

I pride myself
on being enough of a judge of character

to say that you're a man
I can trust.

A man our clients
can have real confidence in.

By George, Mr. Norriss,
I believe you and I may have a deal!

Well, hello, Phil.

Afternoon, Sheriff.
Good day for fishing.

Too bad we haven't got a pole.
Yeah.

You've been coming up here
a lot lately.

I don't see you swimming
anymore.

You used to swim around here
all the time, didn't you?

Well, because of my job,
you know.

Where'd you hide him, Phil?

It's too bad you don't know
nothing about the law.

You'd realize they don't send
a little boy to prison.

Especially if he was to
cooperate with the law.

Wait a minute.
You know what?

That's pretty dumb.
You forget I said that.

I know you're not keeping
quiet to protect yourself.

You're thinking about
your folks.

I wouldn't expect you
to tell on them, just so you could go scot-free.

And I know you got
a conscience, too.

They've laid one hell
of a load on you.

You want to carry that around
all your life?

Oh, Mrs. Harlow.

Mrs. Seccombe!
What a pleasant surprise.

We don't often get to see
our best customer in person.

Well, I don't often have
to rearrange my accounts, Mr. Harlow.

No, it's all right.
I am not leaving the bank.

I just wanted to have a word
with your Trust Officer,

warn him about a name change
and so forth, I've decided to remarry.

No! Well, splendid!

And who's the lucky man?
I am, sir.

Well, congratulations,
Mr. Lloyd! Thank you very much.

I hope
you'll be most happy, ma'am!

I know I shall.

Mrs. Seccombe, you just go
right on inside and tell Mr. Green what you want.

My wife and I
have an errand to run.

I'll leave you
to business.

Thank you.

Morning.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Hello, Jim.
Axel, how are you?

Not bad. What's so funny?

Oh, nothing.
It's just human nature.

Makes you laugh, huh?
Yeah.

Makes me wanna throw up
sometimes.

No break
in the Sorenson, huh?

PHILIP: Sheriff!

Wire just come in.

Mr. Timkins said
I should find you right away.

Trouble?

Somebody spotted
the Pettis Gang outside of Cheyenne.

Informant says they're
on their way down here to kill Amos Calendar.

They'll be
getting here now.

Well, I'm gonna
round up a posse.

Jim, you wanna go...
Warn Amos?

Yeah. Take Peterson's horse
right there. Hey!

Fool! Why don't you watch
where you're going?

Excuse me.
Wasn't that Jim Lloyd?

Yes. That was Mr. Lloyd.
He a friend of yours?

He was.

I hope he still is.
I don't believe I've caught the name.

Clemma Zendt.

(SIGHING)

LUCINDA:
Anything else, Brumbaugh?

Bound to be,
but I won't remember till I'm halfway home.

Are you going
to use those new workers from Mexico?

Yeah, maybe.

How are you, Mama?

It's Clemma, Mr. Brumbaugh.
Don't you remember me?

Do I remember you?

I remember
the first time I saw you at your papa's old place.

Where is Papa?

Well, I...

I know you have
a lot to talk about.

DUMIRE: Go on down
to the livery stable there, tell Clay I want him up here.

Don't just stand there,
go in the saloon and see who you can get!

Axel! What's wrong?
Town on fire?

Worse than that.

Pettis Gang's
coming down here to kill Amos Calendar,

and they ain't gonna stop
at killing him.

You know that better than
I do, don't you?

I'll get my gun.

Meet us at Dooley's Road.

Come on.
Gonna make me a deputy?

No, I ain't.
Gonna write some wires. Come on.

Hey, why are they after
Mr. Calendar?

Because they think he killed
Frank and Orvid Pettis.

That was a few years ago,
before your time.

I heard that there were
a couple of other fellows on that killing,

like Mr. Brumbaugh
and Jim Lloyd.

You hear a lot, don't you?

Too bad you don't tell me
all you know.

Might have the makings of
a sheriff yet.

(GUN FIRING)

I was wondering
when you were gonna show up.

You recognize
any of them?

They're all some kind of kin
to the Pettises.

That's Roy Pearce
behind that rock there.

You know, Amos,
I got to tell you I've seen better positions to defend.

Yeah, I know.

They'll all come splashing
over here soon as they get up the nerve.

Howdy, Jake.
Mr. Lloyd.

You know,
somebody ought to go back and speed up the Sheriff.

Where's your horses?
They're out there behind us someplace.

We cut them loose.

Hey, Son?
Yes, sir?

Do you think you could
make it back to town if we covered you?

Yes, sir.

I'm afraid that's
the only way, Amos.

All right, Son,
yell when you're ready.

Okay, I'm ready.

Go, Jake.

He made it.

You know, in a way I'm glad
this whole thing's coming to a head, aren't you?

Just as long as it's not
my head that it's coming to.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Tell Timkins to get them
wires right off.

Oh, Mr. Dumire,
I can't seem to locate my foreman.

Oh, somebody should
have told you. I had to borrow him.

Borrow?
Oh, it's the Pettis Gang, ma'am.

But don't worry,
the Sheriff will run them down.

Get them wires off!

The Pettis Gang?
Aren't they the ones who...

Yes, ma'am, and I'll get
somebody to drive you home.

Oh, no, it's all right,
Mr. Dumire, but I can manage. Thank you.

Sheriff! Sheriff!

There's four of them out
at my Pa's wagon.

Jim get there?
Yes, sir.

Who was that, Mama?

Charlotte Seccombe.
From the Venneford Ranch.

I thought so.

She's prettier than ever.

I guess that's what it's like
when you have a mansion to live in, money to burn.

A rich, handsome
English husband.

Her rich, handsome
English husband killed himself, Clemma.

Oh.

Well, she shouldn't have
any problem remarrying.

Not the great lady
of the manor.

I hear she's already
made her choice.

Who, for heaven's sake?

Jim Lloyd.

But that's crazy.
Jim Lloyd would never marry a woman like that.

It wouldn't surprise me.

It would me.

It's awful quiet.

Probably just reloading.

Reminds me.
Give me some shells.

You are joking, I hope.

You're out?

I got one.

I guess we can always
throw rocks.

Maybe they won't be
crazy enough to try a straight-on rush.

Roy Pearce is crazy enough
to try anything.

Get him.

You know, that's
the first time in my life,

I've ever seen Roy Pearce
run from a fight.

It's the first time
he's ever been outnumbered.

(LAUGHING)

You know, if you'd missed...

Let's not think about it.

That was just like
our first trail drive with Skimmerhorn and Poteet.

The way you dropped
that Comanche Indian.

Well, that seems like
such a long time ago.

Some rescue.
Party's over with.

There are three of them,
dead or wounded on the other side of the stream.

Roy Pearce done took off.

Well, he ain't
gonna get far.

We sent wires
to every peace officer within 100 miles.

There ain't a town left
he can hide in.

Except one.
Huh?

Who's looking after
Centennial?

He wouldn't have the guts!
He's as tough as any man I ever knew, Mr. Brumbaugh.

Well, when did he run?

He's smart as any man
I ever knew, too, when it comes to fighting.

If we don't get him,
he'll be back.

This time with the odds
on his side.

Let's check out his trail.

The other side
of the stream there.

But what makes you think
Pearce would ever come back into town?

Tracks, Mr. Wendell.
He's in town.

He's not in the hotel.
Well, he's someplace.

Amos, you go on and
go through the rest of the railroad yard.

Take three men with you.

Jim, three men down.
Down to the alley behind the bank.

Brumbaugh, you go through
the cattle pens. Take three men with you.

The rest of you,
come with me.

Now what are you
doing here? Go on home!

Yes, Philip,
what do you think you're doing?

You want
a good whipping now? Go on!

The Sheriff
can handle this.

If we're lucky,
it may be the last thing he ever handles.

Sure let us off the hook,
wouldn't it, Son?

Philip! Philip!

Get back of the store.

MAN 1: Axel,
he's been here!

Somebody's been here.
Back door's open.

Sheriff! On the roof!

He isn't dead.
Get the doctor!

Sun's up.

Why don't you go
back to the ranch, Jim?

I'll send for you
if there's any...

(DOOR OPENS)

Well?

I'm sorry.
There is no hope.

We can't even operate.
The bullet's too close to his heart.

I asked him if there was
anyone he wanted to see.

His answer surprised me.
Young Philip Wendell.

I'll get him.

I don't know,
I don't like it.

Why should the Sheriff
want to talk to Philip? It's unnatural.

Doesn't matter.
It's the last time.

Give me his cap.
No.

I want my sheriff's hat.

Philip...

Can you believe it?

Do you know
what this means?

No more spying,
no more prying, no more questions

and, my darling,

we can spend the money!

Some of it. Some of it,
as long as it's not on anything foolish.

No, nothing foolish.
Nothing foolish. Nothing foolish.

Land?
Land.

Yes.
Yes, yes, land.

If it's cheap enough.

The deserts east of town
along the railroad tracks.

Oh, Mervin!

What could be
more foolish than that?

For twenty-five cents
an acre, I can pick up half of Colorado.

Well, you could
probably pick up half the Sahara for less.

But no one intends to irrigate
the Sahara or advertise it.

And then appoint
Mr. Mervin Wendell

as official real estate agent
for the entire shebang.

What are you talking about?

A fortune, Mrs. Wendell.

I am talking
about a fortune!

Well... Good morning, Deputy.

Morning, Sheriff.

I wanna thank you
for yelling.

Yeah, but he still got
the shot off.

(SIGHING) I know.

Point is you yelled.

(COUGHING)

Listen, Phil, this...

This game we've been playing
is about over.

So I don't think
it's gonna hurt anybody if we cheat a little here.

Nobody can hear us.

I gotta know
where you hid that body, son.

Now, it ain't the law
this time, you understand?

It ain't so
somebody's gonna go to jail.

Nothing like that.
It's too late for that.

It's just for me.

I got a right to know.

It's my job, see. I gotta...

(COUGHING)

It's down in the creek,
ain't it?

Ain't that right, Phil?

That day you was
under the water so long.

You told me
you was in the reeds. But that was a lie, wasn't it?

You was down
under the water all that time. You found a hiding place.

One good one
nobody'd know about.

Hole in the bank maybe?

Cave.

You lugged
the body down there,

but you was too smart
to just throw it in the reeds

'cause you knew I'd find it
if I dragged the bottom.

That's why you were
so scared that day, wasn't it?

You knew
I was coming close.

I know, Phil.

I know.

(COUGHING)

Son, I ain't asking you
to betray anybody.

You don't even
have to say nothing.

Just nod your head

if I'm right, will you?

Just tell me...

(GASPS)

Sheriff?

Sheriff?

Sheriff! You were right!
You were right! We did!

You were right!

(SOBBING)

Nacho? Nacho?

(GASPING)

What are we doing
in this godforsaken wasteland?

NACHO: Are we talking
about the same thing?

It's beautiful to me.

It's a desert.

No.

Ni�o,

my life has been a desert,

except for Serafina and you

and the little one,
and this...

This trail...

This trail
where I rode with men

who judged you
by how you worked,

not how you looked,
or how you spoke.

(WHISTLING)

Se�or, I no steal.

Don't worry.

What's that
you're cooking?

Ends, se�or, only ends.

So it is,
but it sure smells like a lot more.

You want some?

Yeah, thanks.

Mmm. Delicious.

I haven't had anything
tasted that good since back home in Minnesota.

Minnesota? Where is that?

You never heard
of Minnesota? No, se�or.

Well, it's a place
a long way from here.

Good farmland.

A farm, yes.
I come from a farm, too.

You know, Santa Ynez,
in Mexico? Hmm.

You a farmer?
No, se�or.

Everything I plant
won't even grow in Minnesota.

But what I cook
tastes good, s�?

Best I ever tasted.

So, what do you do?

I cook.

For who?

No work now.

How'd you like
to ride for me?

Tend to the horses,
do the cooking?

Where are you
heading to, se�or?

Who knows. Wherever I can find
a trail boss

that'll drive a herd
north for me.

Where, to Kansas?
Colorado.

(EXCLAIMING)

What's the matter?

I've always wanted
to see Colorado.

Well, then, that's settled.

R.J. Poteet!

Poteet!

I'm Poteet.

I'm Skimmerhorn,
down from Colorado.

Well, what can I do for you,
Mr. Skimmerhorn?

I want you to put me together
a good mixed herd.

How many you need?

Two, three thousand.

Well, we can get them
for you.

Can you get them north?

Well, you know,

if we tried pushing them
across Western Kansas,

we'll be lucky to keep
half the herd.

I've tried that.

What can we do?

Well, there's another way,
but I wouldn't want to force it on you.

What way?

Well, two years ago,
a man named Goodnight...

He was something.

He headed 2,000 critters
far south of here.

Right straight across
the desert then swung them north to Colorado and Wyoming.

The desert?

That way
his greatest risk was nature not the Indians or outlaws.

Could it be done again?

It could.

What are your terms?

80 cents a head
for every animal I deliver.

I pay the crew,
you furnish the horses.

Mr. Poteet,

you're the man
I've been looking for.

Tomorrow we can
put together the herd.

You pick your men
and we'll head north.

Well, we can
start buying right now. Let's go.

Who's the Mexican?

Nacho, he'll be the cook.

Not on my trail, he won't.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hey, wait just a minute.

What kind of cocinero are you
to be calling me names?

I am the cocinero who's gonna
fill your big overblown belly when it's empty,

and pour a bottle
of pain killer in it when it's aching.

I am the cocinero
who's gonna hold your bets, settle your quarrels,

listen to your complaints,
and hear your confessions.

I keep my wagon packed tight
and my coffee's always hot.

If I didn't think that
you were testing me, se�or,

I would be holding this
the way it should be held.

And you...

You will be blowing hot air
out of more holes than one.

He's a cook?

(SIGHS)

(COWS MOOING)

MAN: I believe this is
about the best branding I've ever been to.

Damn good whiskey, too.

I ain't had none this good
since I was in Abilene with Old Old Dean Cleaver.

Dean Cleaver?
You know Old Old Dean?

Know him?
Me and Old Old Dean was in a brawl one night so bad,

Old Old Dean woke up
in the morning

with a broken leg
and one arm in a sling,

his head in a bandage,
one of his eyes was all black shut.

That's Old Dean all right.

Well, now he come to me
the next morning.

He says,
"Bufe, what in the world happened last night?"

And I told him, "Well,

"you know
that old Drummer boy?

"Well, you bet him
that you could jump out the window,

"fly plum around the hotel

"and come back
in the very same window."

You mean to tell me
he was your friend and you let him do that?

Let him, hell.
I lost $10 on him myself.

Well...

Better drink up.
That's the last whiskey anybody gets for months.

There'll be no drinking.

If I catch anybody
on the trail with a bottle,

he gets paid off fast.

Less the cost of one horse,
which he can take with him along with his own.

Now, come on now, R.J.

There'll be
no gambling neither.

What?

None, absolutely none.

Breeds discontent.
I aim to ride a peaceful trail.

(GUNS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNS FIRING)

You all right, Jim?

I think so.

Here, let me see that.

Yes, it's just the crease.

You got him.

Yeah.

JIM: These outlaws, Bufe,

killers.

Confederates.

They killed Lazziter.

And I killed
my own brother.

Do you understand that, Jim?
I killed one of my own.

Nacho,

I'd like to have
a board off your wagon.

A board?

I gotta at least
put up a marker.

Give us two,
we'll need one for Lazziter.

NACHO: This is a hard trail,
but it is a good trail, too,

because it takes you
to a good place, a wonderful place.

Go to Colorado, Tranquilino.

Go to Skimmerhorn,
and Calendar,

and Jim Lloyd.

Let me give you that.

And let me rest here
where I was happy.

Oh, Nacho.

Beautiful, sir.
Ravishing.

Temperature for each month,

rainfall,
length of growing season...

Oh, this is perfect.

If this doesn't attract
buyers, Mr. Wendell, nothing will.

Well, sir, I'm pleased
that you approve.

Of course, I can't take
all the credit.

Well, I couldn't have done it
without my favorite amanuensis here.

Oh, Miss Keller,
the English is impeccable.

Finest teacher
in the West, in my opinion.

Mervin, you flatter me.

Oh, not at all,
my dear, not at all.

Oh, Lord, 3:00.
Can that be right?

I'm terribly sorry,
Mr. Norriss, I have a rehearsal.

Oh, well, you go on,
my friend, please.

It's very kind of you.
I'll be back in an hour. Maybe less.

Rehearsal?
Oh, there's a social at the church tonight.

He sings.
He and his wife.

Is there anything in the world
that man can't do?

There's very little
in the world he won't try to do.

Hmm?

Well, he's an actor.
He's got the confidence of his breed.

Well, how did he get
from acting to agriculture?

He didn't.

He's never farmed
an inch of land in his life.

Never...

Oh, he didn't
write this either. I did.

You mean he...
He hoodwinked me?

I couldn't have written it
without his direction and his enthusiasm.

And that's what's important.

It won't be impeccable English
that draws people to Colorado, Mr. Norriss.

It'll be enthusiasm.

Yes. Yes.

I'll tell you
what you do.

Stay over
and come to the social this evening.

See him in his element,

watch him manipulate
a whole crowd of people.

(SINGING)
Listen to the mockingbird

(CHIRPING)

Listen to the mockingbird

(CHIRPING)

The mockingbird
still singing o'er her grave

Listen to the mockingbird

(IMITATING BIRD CHIRPING)

Listen to the mockingbird

BOTH: Still singing where
the weeping willows wave

Bravo!

It was beautiful, John.
Angelic.

Yeah.

But where was Philip tonight?
I don't think I've ever heard them sing without Philip.

Oh, his mama says
he's still broken up about Axel.

She says that he said
he's never gonna sing again.

He'll get over it.
Yeah.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Listen, Hans, have you heard
from Nacho Gomez yet?

Nothing. I guess
he and that nephew of his, they didn't need a job.

Isn't it
a little warm here? Oh, no.

In fact, I'll get a smoke.

Yes, why don't you
do that?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Jim?

Are you real?

I'm afraid
we're a little late, Jim.

You missed the singing.

Well...

You go ahead, Mama.
I'll be along in a second.

Clemma.

I'll be right in.

How long have you been here?

You watched us walk up.

You know what I mean, Clemma.

Why didn't you let me know?

Why didn't you
come out to the ranch?

I didn't know if you'd wanna
see me again or not.

Oh.

I've made
some terrible mistakes, Jim.

But the worst of all
was leaving you.

Well, that's one mistake
I'll never make again.

You got a divorce?

Mrs. Zendt, let me
take this for you.

I'm surprised
Jim didn't help you in with it.

Didn't you see him
out there?

Yes. I have seen him.

Oh, is he all right?

I don't know.

Excuse me.

Charlotte!

Charlotte,
let me explain. You get away from me.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes, sir?

I want to see
Mrs. Seccombe.

Mrs. Seccombe
has retired, Mr. Lloyd.

Mr. Lloyd!

I'm sorry, Madam.

It's all right, Wallace.

Would you like me to...
Go to bed.

Well...

There seems to be no end
to the spectacle

you're willing
to make of yourself.

I wanna talk to you.

That's all that matters,
is it? What you want?

I thought I could
get her out of my mind.

I was wrong. I apologize.

Suppose I won't accept
your apology?

Then that's how
we're gonna have to leave it.

It's all I can offer,

I'm gonna marry her,
Charlotte.

Are you drunk? Marry her?

If she'll have me.
Oh, yes, she'll have you.

Until the day she decides
to get the next train East.

No. She's changed.

This is preposterous.
I can't even get angry.

Then you'll release me
from our engagement?

Oh, Jim, just go
and ride your horse,

or take a cold bath,
you'll calm down.

Well. I'll go now.

I didn't mean
to hurt you, Charlotte.

What makes you think
anything so comic could hurt?

(MARSHALLING HORSE)

You about through here?
About.

That's good.
Because I noticed another break over

in the southeast corner,
and I was thinking maybe we could...

We'll get to it
when we can, John! All right?

You're the foreman.

Cigar?

No, thank you.

You know,

I bought these down
at Zendt's place.

You'll never guess
who waited on me.

I know she's back.

You remember the first time
you saw her?

Just at the end
of the first cattle drive.

You asked me who she was,
and I told you

and then you said...

You said to me,
"Mr. Skimmerhorn,

"that's the girl
I'm gonna marry."

The Cowboy
and the Indian Princess, huh?

Make a good title
for a novel.

Gee, I think I'll check
that break now.

Wait, Jim, listen,
do you know what diplopia is?

No, but I'll bet you're bound
and determined to tell me.

It means double vision.

It's when you can't get
two images into focus.

Gives a man
a terrible headache.

Well, that's not my problem,
Mr. Bones.

I never had a headache
in my life.

Well, you've
got one now, partner, and it's a beaut.

John, you don't know
a damn thing about Clemma and me.

I know she's not a 14-year-old
Indian princess anymore.

She's changed and so have you.

You just can't go back
to that world, Jim.

She came back.

And this time
I'm not gonna let her down.

"Let her down"?
Now is that what you said, "Let her down"?

Now that is
the dang thing...

Hey!

I don't see why I can't be
married in white if I want to.

Who makes
these dumb rules anyway?

Mrs. Zendt, would you mind
if I had a word with your daughter alone?

You stay right
where you are, Mama.

She's not
the Queen of Sheba.

Nobody has to bow down
to her like some... I'll be in the back.

It's so funny.

When I was a little girl,
my father used to say to me,

"Charlotte, as long
as you hide in the corner,

"the hobgoblins
are going to frighten you.

"If you'd just open your eyes
and look at them,

"you'd see how little
and weak they really are."

And he was right.

I can't imagine
what in the world you're talking about.

Why did you
come back here, Clemma?

I don't think
that's any of your business.

Oh, yes, indeed.
You made it my business

the minute you set up
that wretched scene outside the church.

I didn't set up anything!

Jim Lloyd has loved me
for 20 years.

He wants to marry me,
and he's going to marry me whether you like it or not.

Jim Lloyd loves you.

Not a word about
you loving Jim Lloyd?

I just figured you'd take that
for granted, Mrs. Seccombe.

Clemma, the only thing
I take for granted

is that you're going to be
on the train for Chicago tomorrow morning.

Oh, do you?

As I was driving over here

I wondered whether or not
I'd have the nerve to do this,

but you make it very easy.

Your ticket money

and a little left over
for fun and surprises.

Mrs. Seccombe, can't you tell
when you've lost?

No. I never could.

Sometimes it takes me a while
to sort things out.

I toss and turn
and stare at the ceiling.

But sooner or later,
I decide what it is I really want

and I go after it.

And this time
what you really want is Jim.

Yes. That's what
I really want.

Well, touch luck,
Lady Bountiful, he's already spoken for.

No, Clemma, you're the one
with the tough luck

because you're not dealing
with a bedazzled gentleman now.

You're going to be fighting
toe-to-toe with me.

And I'm the dirtiest fighter
you've ever seen in your life.

I kick and scream,
scratch, gouge.

I buy allies and information.

I might even go so far
as to hire detectives

to find out where
you've really been all these years.

These long, lost years.

You think about it.

You forgot your money.

I never forget anything.

And when I dig up everything
there is to know about you,

I'll make sure Jim Lloyd
never forgets, either.

He's my last chance, Mama.

No, Clemma.

But this could be
your last chance for some self-respect.

(GREETING IN SPANISH)

This man?

You say he was
looking for Jim Lloyd?

Well, I guess he was.

He came in about an hour ago
and handed me this piece of paper.

Jim Lloyd written on it.

But I didn't like
the look of him so I acted dumb.

Elkins says he saw him
over at the railroad station.

Young fella.
Twenty-four, five...

Didn't mention any names?
Nacho Gomez? Anything like that?

Not to me.

Well...

I guess
I better take a look.

Thanks, Eddie.

Excuse me, amigo.

Were you looking
for Jim Lloyd? S�.

Good, because
he's a friend of mine.

My name's Skimmerhorn.

Skimmerhorn!
Yeah.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You know, my Spanish
isn't too good these days, Tranquilino.

So maybe you could...

It's okay...

Nacho Gomez.
Nacho Gomez, yeah, sure.

(IN BROKEN ENGLISH)
He told me...

Take this?
No, no, no.

Told me come here

and work.

This man... His name...

Brum...

Brumbaugh. Brumbaugh.

Brumbaugh. Brumbaugh.

Right. Nacho was supposed
to be here. So where is he?

He's...

He's muerto.

He's what?

Dead.

Well, I'm sorry. How?

It's bad times in Chihuahua.

It's guns...

Shootings... Very bad.

Well, we'll talk
about that later, okay.

Right now I wanna get you
over to Brumbaugh's place.

He'll be very glad
to see you.

Although I have a feeling
he was expecting a little bigger delegation.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

Okay, are you ready?

Yeah, come on.

Morning, Jim.
Morning.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

Train to Chicago.

Clemma's on it.

I saw her get onboard myself.

The problem's over, Jim.

I guess I better start
at the beginning, huh?

I don't suppose you know
what these are?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

It's beet.

Beet, yeah,
but not an ordinary beet. Field beet.

No, no... Sugar.

Is that sugar?
Sugar, si. I know.

Well, well, well.

Then you know
what's wrong with this field?

Plants... Too much...

It's too many...

More apart.
Yeah.

Chop. Okay?

Oh, yeah, okay.

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Oh, yeah, okay.
Yeah!

What are you
doing here?

Looking for you.

She's gone.

For good this time.

What do you feel about that?

Bruised.

Relieved.

Yes, I rather thought
that might be your reaction.

Where do you get
your patience, Charlotte?

Oh, God knows.

Some inexhaustible,
brainless source.

Well, I'm afraid
you're gonna need all you can find

if you continue
dealing with me.

Unless I grow up damn fast.

You're not doing so badly.

At least you didn't go
chasing across the prairies after the train.

You came up here.

Because I connect it with you.

And picnics?

And peace.

You know, Jim,
we really ought to be careful.

Someday the new owner
will catch us on his property

and we'll wonder
what's hit us.

You don't have to wait
until someday.

The owner's here now.
What do you mean?

Means I bought the place

back a little
over a month ago.

Why?

To give to you

as a wedding present.

The honeymoon couple
is back!

WALLACE:
Welcome home, Mrs. Lloyd.

How did you like
the Pacific Ocean?

I tell you,
the part we rode on

was rougher than
a cloud-hunting bronco

with a belly
full of bed-springs.

Everything's all right?

Couldn't be better.
Couldn't be better.

Well...

Well, I'll let you
get unpacked and settled in.

I'll be in
the office, Jim.

Thanks, John.

Ma'am.

Oh, it's good
to travel,

but it's so much better
to come home, isn't it?

Anything interesting?
Oh, Bristol.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Well, is something wrong?
Got bad news?

Yeah, in a way.
It's from Finlay Perkin.

Oh, now what's the matter
with Mr. Doom, now?

Won't his books balance?

Aren't we earning enough money
for the stockholders?

I suppose we must be.
He doesn't say.

Oh, he congratulates us
on our wedding

and wishes us both long life
and happiness.

And... Then
he mentions John. Oh, Skimmerhorn?

"Of course, now that you
and James are married,

"it's no longer seemly
for James to occupy

"a secondary
managerial position there.

"The Bristol owners wish
James to take over the post of General Manager,

"and ask you to dispense
with John Skimmerhorn's services immediately."

Dispense?

"Naturally, we can
and shall give him the best recommendations."

No!
Jim...

No! It's out of the question.

Well, why is it
out of the question?

I mean, you know as much about
running the ranch as he does

and he'll certainly get
another position.

It is out of the question,
Charlotte,

because I owe
everything in the world to that man.

He hired me, not Seccombe
and not Finlay Perkin.

Yes. But still...

Charlotte, John Skimmerhorn
has a lifetime job at this ranch.

You understand that.

Now he can fire me,
but he can't fire John.

Tell Perkin I turned
his damned offer down.

Oh, never mind,
I'll tell him myself.

No. No, Jim, darling,
I'll do it. I'll do it.

You're quite right.

(GREETING IN SPANISH)

Afternoon, Tranquilino.

I brought you
some fresh water.

Gracie, se�or.

I believe your friends
are every bit as good a worker as you are.

Yes, pretty good.
Good work.

Tranquilino...

What are you gonna do
when the fields are thinned?

I don't know.
Maybe go to Oregon, pick fruit...

I don't know.

Wouldn't consider
sticking around Centennial, would you?

(MUTTERING IN BROKEN ENGLISH)

I need... I have...
I send money home.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Each week,
I send money home. It's important.

You got much
of a family back there?

S�.

Ever consider
bringing them up here?

Well...

Well... Look it...

I'm getting
to be an old man

and I need
dependable workers, you know.

I mean...

Year in and year out,
men like you. Now...

If I was to find you
a little house, rent-free,

and guarantee you a job
during the off-season,

would you consider staying?

Patr�n... How I...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

I have no money.

Well, I'll stake you.

What do you say?

Yes.

You'll be through blocking
next week and you'll leave.

(EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)

Just don't run out on me.
Hey, no run out on you.

You never.
Listen to me, I swear.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Come back here.
He good for you.

I believe you!

He's good boy, he's strong.
Working good for you.

I believe you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(COW MOOING)

Oh, there you are.
Mail just arrived.

Put it
on the drawing room table. I'll get it later.

Oh. Oh, there's one here
with a Texas postmark.

Oh, yeah? Who from?

R.J. something...

Poteet?
Oh, God.

Who's R.J. Poteet?

He's a big rancher
down in Palo Pinto County.

He was the one
who organized the first drive.

Well, I'll be blasted.
What?

He says he's going in
with a group of English financiers

to start a ranch
west of Jacksboro.

But he doesn't wanna
commit himself

until he can get
a good General Manager.

He wants John Skimmerhorn.
He wants John?

Said he didn't wanna
do anything behind my back.

That's why
he's writing to me first.

What are you going to do?

Talk to John.
Do you think he will accept?

I don't know.

Well, I think
it's a splendid offer for him. Don't you?

Well, it doesn't matter much
what we think, Charlotte.

John Skimmerhorn's a man
that carves his own trails.

Yes. Yes, I know.

Well, I guess
I'll talk to John.

Good evening.

I need a room.
You have?

No.

(IN BROKEN ENGLISH)
Sign.

Plenty money.

I don't give a damn
if you own the mint.

There ain't no rooms.

Just a minute, greaser!
No greaser!

(BOTH CLAMORING)

I work!

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

What the hell
got into him?

I don't know.
These people are half crazy.

Get the police.

Matt, they're gonna
need a charge.

Well, anything! Assault!

Hey.

He robbed me, too.

$20, tell them.

That ought to put him away
for a while.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah!

MAN: Board!

John.
Yeah.

Sure is gonna seem
funny around here without you.

After all these years.

Well, you know
I'd never leave, Jim,

if I wasn't absolutely certain
you could do the job just as well as me.

Oh, and by the way,
Mrs. Lloyd,

if the retiring
General Manager has any say about his successor,

I'd like
to give this young man my highest recommendation.

I'll surely take
your suggestion

under the strongest
advisement, Mr. Skimmerhorn.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

Good.
Board!

Last call!

Well...

You take care
of yourself now, Jim, you hear me?

Yeah, you, too.

Mr. Poteet's
getting the best man in the business.

I guess you know that.
Yeah.

But you know,
it's the luckiest thing

that ever happened to me
in my life.

The way this whole thing
turned out.

Yeah, how's that?
Well...

John, you get aboard
or they'll run off and leave you.

Oh, yeah.
Well, you see,

Mr. Poteet wrote me
a letter saying

that he'd just started looking
for a general manager.

When out of the clear blue sky
he gets this letter from Bristol, England,

saying I might be
available for the job.

Bristol?

MAN: Board!

Well...

Listen, Jim,
I better be getting along.

You take care of yourself,
you hear? And you keep in touch.

Ma'am. Goodbye.
John.

Goodbye, John.
Okay.

So long, Jim, ma'am.

Bye, John. Goodbye.

Are you mad at me?

How can I get mad?

I might as well get mad
at the sun for rising.

You ever gonna change?

Why should I change
when I'm always right?

You wait and see, Jim.

You're gonna be
the best manager that Venneford ever had.

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