All language subtitles for S2E11 - The Beauty Jamison Story

Rough old bird, Will Jamison.

Had himself buried
up on top of this hill

so he could sort of
watch over his land.

Did he own all of this?

Yep. Controlled
100 miles of trail...

Water holes,
grazing strip, the works.

One of those early land grants.

Well, he made sure people
wouldn't forget him, anyway, huh?

And they won't.

Oh?

Bossed every rancher
who settled here.

You either did business
his way or you starved.

He was tough, huh?

I bet the Major wrapped
him around his little finger

when he talked him into letting the
wagon train cross this ground, didn't he?

Must have. Saves
us time, and it's safe.

Hey! What are they hanging
around here for?

I don't know, Charlie.

"Deliver to Beauty Jamison."

Hmm. Who's Beauty
Jamison? His daughter.

What's that?

"Ed Stringer."

What do you suppose
he done wrong?

For one thing, he missed.

This gun's had a lot of use.

Do you suppose he's
from the Jamison ranch?

No, the old man was too good at
throwing lead himself to hire a gunslinger.

That's how he kept
the small ranchers in line.

But if Beauty Jamison's
trying to ride herd

over this territory,
that's another thing.

She'll need an army of
hired guns to keep 'em in line!

As long as there's a
private war going on here,

it might not be safe to bring
the wagon train this way.

They're about ready
to make camp.

You ride back and tell the Major
to stay put until he hears from me.

Right. What about him?
You read the note, didn't you?

Gonna deliver him?

You know a better way
to meet a lady?

Pleasure's all yours, boy.
Keep your eyes open.

I'll tell you, Ed
Stringer'll never be back.

Waste of time looking for him.

Two to one one of them
small ranchers done shot him.

Did you find him?
Nope, not a trace.

Been combing those plains
since sunup.

I told the boss when she made
Stringer foreman he'd never last.

You telling Miss Jamison
what to do now, Jud?

She could do a lot worse
than listening to me.

Maybe you'd like a crack
at being foreman. Why not?

What's so tough about keeping a lot
of half-starved little ranchers in line?

All you need's a plan,
what it takes to make it work.

Jud.

I don't care who hears it.

Sue Lin, you tell
the boss that for me.

Just tell her what I said!

Sue Lin!

Sue Lin!

Can't rely on anybody
around here.

I dry. Never mind now!

Where have you been?
As if I didn't know.

You been listening to
all those cowhands gripe

'cause I make 'em
work for a change.

Well, did they find
Ed Stringer yet?

Huh?

I know the answer to that too.

Well, he'll probably show up
around here tonight, dead drunk.

Or maybe he won't
show up at all.

I could have sworn
he was the man for the job.

Well...

well, don't just
stand there, finish me!

You know, talking to you
is like talking to a sphinx.

Can't you ever say anything?

Short hair no good for a woman.

My father liked it this way, and
that's the way it's going to stay.

Your father not here anymore.

Don't say that.

I should have sent you
out to pasture, and I will, too,

if you don't stop
treating me like a little girl.

You're not a little girl.

Also not yet a woman.

Get out.

Get out!

What does she mean?

It's not so bad!

Ohh!

You're sure you've
told me all you know?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Look at him.

Isn't that
a fine-looking foreman?

First shoestring rancher gets out
of line sends him home feet-first.

Bury him...

far away from here.

Slim!

You know,

you could have saved us a lot of
time and trouble by burying him yourself.

I didn't think your father would
like to share his private cemetery.

All right. What do you
want for your trouble?

Wasn't any trouble, ma'am.

You're entitled to something.

Nothing you could give me.

So that's Flint McCullough, huh?

Flint McCullough.

High and mighty for a wagon train
scout, wouldn't you say, ma'am?

Be needin' a new foreman,
Miss Beauty.

Now that the job's open again...

I told you before, Jud,
the answer is no.

Mr. McCullough,

I'm sorry if I
sounded blunt before.

Didn't matter.

Will you have supper with me?

In payment for my trouble?

How many apologies
do I have to make?

I, um, take it you accept.

You knew that all along.

You have any ideas...

forget 'em.

Ideas about what?

About hangin' around,
lookin' for a job, maybe.

It's a thought. Don't try me.

You frighten me.

What's going on
around here, Luke?

Two of my strays wandered
onto her grazing land.

While I was trying
to round 'em up,

Beauty Jamison's
foreman spotted me.

You call Ed Stringer a foreman?!

Enforcer would be more like it.

I tried explaining,

but he just kept standing
there with that smirk on his face

and his fingers itchin' to draw,

and he would have
if I'd give him half a chance!

You knew there'd be trouble
if you crossed Stringer.

I didn't think.

When I come out to the barn
this morning, this is what I found.

What kind of a man does it
take to cut a horse's throat?

The minute I saw that knife,

I knew who done it,
and I went after him.

And right in front of the old
man's monument, we locked horns.

I'm not much of a shot, but
there are other ways to kill.

You know what you've done?

It was bad enough trying to keep
the peace with the old man alive,

but now, killing a hired gun...!

What other choice did I have?

I tried to get through to the
water hole this afternoon.

Her men stopped me.
I didn't do anything about it.

She refuses us the right to pass. Our
cattle will die of starvation or thirst.

All I want is to be left alone.

There's no chance of that
now, not with Stringer dead.

She'll lay this
whole blame on us.

I think you're wrong, Ralph.

I don't think Beauty
ordered Stringer

to run wild
like he's been doing.

What'd she expect,
hiring a killer?

I don't think she knows
what she's doing.

She knows what she's doing!

Well, it hasn't been
easy for her,

taking over the ranch,

trying to live up to a legend.

A legend!

Will Jamison rode
roughshod over this land

and all the people on it
all the time he was alive.

She's no different.
Matter of fact, she's worse.

I'll never believe that.

You're blinded by her. Accept
the fact she's not in love with you.

I wish you hadn't
said that, Luke!

It's time

somebody said it.
When are you gonna wake up?

She's a bad woman!

I don't agree with you,

and I prefer not to discuss it!

Now, I do agree that
she's gone too far this time.

I've written to Washington,

asking the government to
investigate the Jamison land grand.

Lot of good that'll do.

It'll take months before some
clerk even bothers to answer us.

Meanwhile we've got to do
business her way or starve to death!

Well, I'll talk to her, try
to bring her to her senses.

You've tried to talk
to her before, Steve.

I'll try again.

And she'll turn you down again,
like she always done. Then what?

We'll cross that bridge
when we get to it.

I'm sorry
about your horse, Luke.

Beauty'll replace it,
I'll see to it.

No matter what that woman does,

you still think there's good
in her, don't you, Steve?

They belonged to my father.

Most everything
around here does.

As it should.

You mind if I
ask you a question?

No.

What are you trying to prove?

I don't believe I understand.

Yes, you do.

You understand perfectly.

My father left me
with a big responsibility.

I'm just trying
to live up to it.

You know that every tenth word
out of your mouth is "father"?

He was a great man,
the first to settle here.

He built this house,
became rich, famous.

He paved the way for
every rancher that followed,

and what's more, he taught me...

everything you know.

Especially how to hold onto

and control
everything that's mine.

And do you control everything?

Everything.

You're smug, arrogant,
and overbearing.

But I promised myself I
wouldn't let you make me angry,

especially since you're
going to work for me.

Am I?

Naturally.

Oh, I've been watching you,
Mr. McCullough.

And whether you
realize it or not,

you have an ability
for leadership.

Which is the first thing
to look for in a foreman.

Your father always said.

After you've been here
a while, you'll learn

to respect the name
of Will Jamison.

Oh, you two
would have gotten along.

I'm sure of that.

And you'll rule those ranchers
just the way he did,

with an iron hand.

Those ranchers... do you
know what they're asking?

Throw open the ranges.
Rights of way.

No restrictions on water holes.

What's wrong with that?

Oh, excuse me, Beauty, I...

Steve. I thought I told you I
didn't want to see you again.

Steve Marshall!

Flint! Flint McCullough!

You're the last man in the world
I expected to find here.

I heard you'd settled down
to ranching out here.

Yeah, three years ago.

There's nothing left
in Georgia for me anymore.

You look fine, just fine.

You'd be surprised how much
ranching a man can do with one hand.

Oh, excuse me, Beauty.
I didn't mean to be rude,

but it's just that I'm so happy
to set eyes on this old boy again.

Well, you'll be seeing a
lot more of him from now on.

Aren't you scouting
for the wagon train anymore?

He's just agreed to become
my new foreman.

Let's just say that
the lady offered me the job.

Well, if I thought there was
any chance of you accepting...

He'll accept.

So, if any of your friends
have any problems,

you can take them up
with Mr. McCullough...

without knives.

That's what I came here
to talk to you about.

There's nothing to discuss.

Just like that?
Now, listen to me, Beauty...

Don't you use that tone with me!

Beauty, what is it going to
take to make you understand?

Now, let's get
the facts straight.

If I had wanted to, I
could have formed a posse

to hunt down the man
who murdered Ed Stringer.

And do you know why
Ed Stringer was murdered?

Because he tried to take
the law into his own hands.

Well, I never
told him to do that.

Deliberately, wantonly destroying a
rancher's most valuable possession.

Cutting a horse's throat!

And when the owner went
after him, he tried to kill him too!

Well, Stringer is
dead and buried.

There's nothing
we can do about that now.

You're the one
I'm worried about.

All this fightin',
this resistin',

this livin' in the past
will destroy you.

It's the future that counts!

The West is going
to change this country,

and it's up to us
to change with it.

Why, you could light up
the name of Jamison,

make it shine more brightly than
your father ever dreamed of doing.

Don't you say that!

Sounds to me like
the man's telling the truth.

I might have known
you two would agree...

Little men with little ideas.

And to think I wasted my breath

offering you the chance
of a lifetime!

Get out of my house,
both of you!

Is everything
all right, Miss Beauty?

Oh, why?

Why does it always
have to be this way?

Why couldn't my father
have had what he wanted...

A son to take his place?

I've failed him,

and I'll keep on failing him

because I am what I am.

Flint McCullough!

I knew he'd turn you down.

Turn me down? What do you mean?

I don't need Steve Marshall,
McCullough, or anybody.

I'll manage just the way
my father said I would.

I'll have what I want,
and I'll do what I want!

Not alone you won't,
Miss Beauty.

Nobody does it alone,
especially a woman.

I remember something
your father once said,

be good advice for you
to follow. Want to hear it?

No! I'll tell you anyway.

Put the right man in the right
job and give him his head.

That's all you need,
Miss Beauty,

is the right man.

And you think
you're the right man.

In more ways than one.

Must get kind of
lonely out here, Steve,

living all by yourself.

It's a far cry from what I
grew up with in Atlanta.

Well, I'm afraid that's
dead and buried in your past.

My past is still with me.

But as you say, it's lifeless.

My books are the only
exception, of course.

Whatever happened
to your writing?

I still write...

not that it's of
any use out here.

I suppose that's the first thing that
made Will Jamison suspicious about me.

Pretty hard to talk
about anything around here

without the name Will Jamison
cropping up, isn't it?

Well, when a man spends a
lifetime satisfying his ambitions,

the damage he does
comes home to roost,

and it remains
long after he's gone.

Tomorrow morning, some of the neighboring
ranchers will be riding in here.

They'll want to know
what I accomplished tonight,

what Beauty's
next move is going to be.

And you know the answer
to that as well as I do.

Another Ed Stringer...
They'll not stand for it.

And they won't listen
to me anymore either.

Nothing can stop this thing until
the prairie has run red with blood.

Oh, I've failed, Flint.

I've failed the men
that trusted me,

failed Beauty...

and myself.

Man can't fight
and love the same thing.

I never said I...
You didn't have to.

I knew how you felt about her
the minute you looked at her.

It's been that way
from the start,

even though I know
what she stands for

and what her father
forced her to be.

Trouble is,
you're too good for her.

Too full of breeding,
manners, education.

The only way to handle a woman
like Beauty Jamison is to break her.

You don't understand.

Rope her, tie her,
grind her nose into the dirt.

That she'll respect
and understand.

I-I couldn't.

Then give her up.

I can't do that either.

That's why I'm
getting out of here.

You've changed, Steve.

Steve Marshall,

the man who fought through
four years of civil war,

the man who had the courage
to start all over again from scratch

giving up because of a woman...

and the ghost of her old man.

You've said just about
enough, Flint.

You're right.

Said enough, seen enough,
heard enough.

Best thing for me to do
is get back to the wagon train

and get it out of here
as soon as possible.

Flint, you think
I want to give up?

Then stop feeling
sorry for yourself.

If you can't convince Beauty
Jamison to see things your way,

you've got to fight her.

What are you going to tell the
small ranchers when they get here?

Well, I'm not sure.

I am.

The problem you're facing,
you know, is nothing new.

It exists all over the West,

wherever special privileges
have been handed out to one man.

What's the answer?

You've been fighting
as individuals.

You've got to fight
as a group, an association.

It'll never work.

Worked in Texas.
Why shouldn't it work here?

Mmm.

Cattlemen's association.

Of all the men
who ever worked here,

my father trusted you
the most, Chris.

For good reason, Miss Beauty...

He gave the orders,
and I followed them.

I should have made you
foreman from the start.

Foreman?

Was a time when I
wanted that job

more than anything in the world.

Well, you've got it.

No. It's too late now.

Nonsense.

You know more about this ranch
than anybody on it.

I reckon I do, Miss Beauty.

Your father never let up driving
from the first day he hired me.

Well, he appreciated you,
just like I do.

That's why
I'm offering you the job.

And I'm still turning it
down, Miss Beauty.

For 20 long years your father
promised to make me foreman.

He dangled that job before
me like sugar before a colt.

But he never gave it to me.

He couldn't give up
that much power...

Not as long as there was
breath left in his body...

Not to me or any other man.

I'm not blaming him, or...
I'm not complaining, but...

now I...

I just don't care anymore.

Well, Chris...

I need you.

Badly.

In a lifetime,
everybody needs, Miss Beauty.

Some get. Some don't.

The strong survive, and...
the weak hang on,

swept along with the tide.

Get yourself
a younger man, Miss Beauty.

Somebody with get-up-and-go,

somebody who'll stop at
nothing to get his way,

not even stop
for the name of Jamison.

But, uh...

you don't want that kind
of a man, do you, Miss Beauty?

No.

Not any more
than your father did.

Of course, if you were
different...

you'd have a choice.

A choice?

If you don't mind my saying,

you'll never get
what you want, Miss Beauty,

driving as hard as your father.

And you were right when you said

I'd be wasting my time
talking to Beauty Jamison again.

Knew it all along.

What'd she do, hire another
gunslinger for a foreman?

Somebody else to push us around?

Or has she made up her mind
to starve us into quittin'?

MAN: Not me, she won't!

You know, maybe Luke had
the right idea to start with,

and if lead's gonna fly,
I'm shootin' first.

And keep shootin',
till every right-of-way,

grazing strip, and water
hole is open and free!

We're not gonna get anywhere
with lead and buckshot!

You got a better idea?

Flint McCullough's
got a solution.

I can give it to you
in two words, men...

Cattlemen's association.

Cattlemen's association?!

That's right. All of you
organized for the same purpose.

What good will that do us?
She'll still fight us her way.

Not if your organization
is strong enough.

You can force her
into joining you.

You thing Beauty Jamison
would join an association with us?

MAN: Never in a million years!

MAN #2: No more than
her father would!

She'd destroy us one by one.

One by one, yes...

but not if you're organized.

The time for fighting
as individuals has passed.

Then if she refuses to join you,

she'll find that she's alone.

Not as long as she can
hire men to fight for her.

That's not what I mean,

fighting with hired guns,
men with no stake in the future.

You're the men
that are building the West!

You've got something
to fight for.

But you've got to be organized.

If you fight as individuals,
you'll fail.

That's the way it's been, that's
the way it's always going to be,

but once you're organized,
mark my words,

the day'll come when
Beauty Jamison'll come to you,

get down on her knees,
and beg to join you.

MAN: I don't know.

What have you got to lose?

Chris.

Yeah?

I just came from
the Marshall place.

Those ranchers
are banding together,

forming
a cattlemen's association

to break Jamison rule
once and for all.

Jud, you don't know
what you're talking about.

I'll tell you, I know
what I'm talking about.

Tomorrow morning, not a
hand working here will be safe.

They'll pick us off one by one,

just the way they got
Stringer, in the back.

We know why Stringer was killed.

Maybe if he'd talked less and
threw more lead, he'd still be alive.

A gunslinger for a foreman, huh?

What do we got now? Nothing.

Everybody's standing around,
waiting to be told what to do.

Miss Beauty will make up
her mind to do the right thing.

Ah, she doesn't know
what she wants, but I do.

Either we get someone who knows
what he's doing to take over here,

or I quit.

Jud, you're a troublemaker.

Leave him alone, Jud!

Jud!

You're fired!

You're wrong.

I quit.

Why do you always
have to cause trouble?

I was just trying to tell them,

the ranchers are
banding together,

forming a cattlemen's
association.

That's true? It's true.

How do I know you're not lying?

Ask McCullough, and
your friend Steve Marshall.

Come to my office.

You all get to work.

You heard what the
boss said. Get to work.

All right, Jud, you win.

The job is yours.

Wasn't easy for you
to say that, was it, ma'am?

I'm not through yet.
Let me finish first.

I know what you're thinking...

Things have come to a sorry pass

when you have to turn to
an ignorant hillbilly for help.

I'm proud of being a hillbilly.

I fought my whole life,
just like he did.

You know why, ma'am?

'Cause I knew someday
my chance would come.

That's why I'm thanking you,

telling you
you'll never regret it.

Just remember this...
Many a man fails

because he uses his fists
instead of his brain.

Your father used both.

There was only one Will Jamison.

Never struck without reason.
Never acted without a cause.

The future's up to you, Jud.

I think it's time we talked
to Marshall and McCullough.

Why?

Between the two of them, they
have every rancher for miles around

screaming for blood.

Cattlemen's association,
remember?

Either we stop 'em right now,
or I won't be responsible.

All right.
I'll be right with you.

It's unanimous, Steve.
You're the chairman.

I'm sure you can make it work.

I wish I had your
confidence, McCullough.

You say this system turned
out all right in Texas, huh?

Complete success.

And once this territory's
voted into the Union,

the position the association
will put you in

will be one of strength.

I hope so. The way
things have been going,

this state's gonna wind up
being called Jamison.

I'd even settle for that
if Beauty agrees to join us.

You're gonna have your chance
to talk to her.

She's outside.

Go ahead, tell the lady
what we've been cooking up.

Well, uh, I...

Steve here's willing to name
the territory Jamison...

That is, after it
becomes a state...

Providing you join the cattlemen's
association they just formed.

How generous.

Beauty, we've formed
an association.

We have our terms,
and we're willing to be fair,

and if you'll
respect our demands,

we'll be peaceful
and no one will get hurt.

And if you'll join us...

There isn't going to be any
cattlemen's association, is that clear?

Not as long as there's a
Jamison running the territory.

Now, either you forget
this nonsense,

or I won't stop until every homesteader
and rancher is driven out of here.

Just how do you plan to do that?

That'll be my job.

If you want to keep yours,
McCullough,

you'd better get back to that
wagon train and start traveling

before permission to cross
Jamison land is canceled.

Your father gave the Major
right-of-way here.

You takin' it away?

I will, unless you mind your own
business and clear out of here.

Mr. Bascombe here has full
authority to act in my behalf.

Beauty, you can't be serious.

McCullough's trying
to help all of us.

It's all here... an honest
set of rules and regulations.

Looks like somebody's gonna have
to take care of one more enforcer.

If that comes to pass,
it'll be my job.

Don't think it'll be easy.

Jud Bascombe!

Reminds me of a man
with growing pains.

I said I'd handle him.

You'll have to do better with
him than you did with his boss.

Well, I'd like to stay
around for the fun, fellas,

but if I don't get back
to Major Adams,

I'm gonna be in more trouble with
him than you are with Beauty Jamison.

But I'll be back. Good luck.

Well, now what?

We're going ahead...
just as we planned.

Wooster! Hey, you got back, huh?

Yeah, I got back all right.
Where's the Major?

He's out with Hawks checking
the stock, but he's been barking.

He's gonna have
to bark a while longer.

The way things look
on the Jamison place,

we'd be better off if we backtracked
400 miles through Indian country.

That's what the Major's
been barking about.

That new Jamison foreman
gave the Major a fit.

Jud Bascombe's been here? Yeah.

Let's go find the Major,
Charlie.

Come in.

Wanted to see me, ma'am?

I didn't tell you to go.

Has McCullough gone
back to the wagon train?

Yep.

Are they rolling?

Nope.

How do you know?

Looked for myself.

Is that all you've got to do?

I had my reasons.
Flint McCullough.

I'm not interested.

Those ranchers have been
awfully quiet the last 24 hours.

They're up to something,
and I don't like it.

Cattlemen's association's
on the move.

What are you talking about?

Meetings all over the range.

Parker, Rinaldi,
and Beacham's steers

have been driven
to the well near the ridge.

Half a dozen other herds
grazing all over the north slope.

You've done nothing about it?

I know what I'd like to do.

Well, what's stopping you?

That an order?

When you took this job, I
told you to think for yourself.

I remember.

I'll start at daybreak tomorrow.

Don't talk, act.

Is that all, ma'am?

That's all.

Burn that hay!

Get some buckets, Mother!

Hurry, Mother.

I saw them headed this way.

I tried to round up
some of the ranchers.

Worse now than it's ever been.

I've had enough
of that Jud Bascombe!

Steve, wait!

He doesn't
have a chance by himself.

Stop it!

Stop it!

That's enough!

Just get him out of here!

Hey! Hiya! Hey!

Sometimes it takes
more than brains.

You're the one
I'm worried about.

What are you trying to prove?

Also not yet a woman.

That's all you need,
Miss Beauty.

The right man.

If you were different,
you'd have a choice.

You're the one
I'm worried about.

Nothing you could give me.

Also not yet a woman.

You're the one
I'm worried about.

Get out of here.

I'm good for
everything else around here.

You touch me again
and I'll kill you.

Steve.

What happened to you?

Jud Bascombe.

I should have finished him.

I could have,
at the start of the fight.

Well, why didn't you?

Killing's not in me.

And after the way
he ran roughshod over us,

killing cattle,
burning ranches...

Why, he practically ruined us.

I'm sorry, Steve.
That's my fault.

This is not your fight, Flint.

Take that wagon train
and get on out of here.

I can't. Bascombe's
seen to that too.

We've no right-of-way
unless we pay a toll,

and $20 a wagon is more
money than the people can afford.

As bad as Will Jamison was,
he never demanded a toll.

What are you gonna do?

Talk to Beauty.

If we have to backtrack,
it's a 400-mile detour.

That takes us through
Indian country,

costs us time
we can't afford to lose.

Beauty's men got to you too.

She knew what she was doing
when she put Bascombe in charge.

That's some of your ranchers.

They said they'd be back.

I'm afraid I'm not
gonna be much help.

You just stay
right where you are.

I hope they stick together.
It's the only chance they've got.

Glad you're here, McCullough.
We could use you.

Use me for what? We're
paying Beauty Jamison back.

Ralph, Luke, listen to me.

Steve, don't worry,
we'll take care of everything.

We'll report to you.
We'll be at my place later.

I'll catch up with you.

It had to come, Steve.

I still wish you wouldn't
enter into this, Flint.

They'll fight anyway,
whether I'm with 'em or not,

and they can use an extra gun.

Flint...

I know this is gonna
sound ridiculous to you,

but see that nothing
happens to Beauty.

I love her.

Light the torches! Get
that man out of there!

I said light the torches!

Jud, I've had enough.
I'm not gonna stand for it!

You wanted to see me.

Not through choice.

It's hard to believe that one
woman could cause so much trouble.

If you think I'm gonna
stand here while you...

Shut up and listen!

To think that Steve Marshall

is still willing
to put up with you.

He shouldn't have
fought with Jud.

It's not Jud Bascombe
he's fighting, it's Jamison...

Everything your name stands for,

the proud heritage
your father left.

My father is dead.

But you won't admit it,

and so he goes right on
telling you what to do

because you're afraid
to live without him.

Why do you think
Steve is fighting?

To try to make you open your
eyes, to make you realize...

because he loves you,
and it's too bad,

because you don't even know
the meaning of the word.

Are you finished?

No.

But before the night is over,
Jamison rule will be.

And not one rancher
striking back

will know one moment of regret.

Striking back?

Just the way Jud Bascombe
did, following your orders...

Destroying property,
persecuting people,

even demanding a toll
from the wagon train.

I never told him to do that.

Miss Beauty,
Mr. Steve's ranch on fire!

What?

Mr. Steve's ranch on fire!

No!

Wait!

Don't let him get out.

Go ahead, Bascombe, draw.

No gun.

Knife?

Ohh!

Take care of these men!

Bascombe's already dead!

That's one less to worry about.

How's Steve? I'm all right.

The rest of the ranchers
are coming in from all sides.

We'll surround the place.
We'll burn it to the ground.

MAN: Burn the name Jamison
out of the country!

Hold it, men, wait a minute.
There's no need for that.

BEAUTY: What are you
waiting for?

Burn it!

Burn it to the ground!

Burn this place and all it
stands for out of my life,

once and for all!

I don't care anymore!