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Well, we lost a man last night.

A good man, a bad man, we ain't here to judge.

Curley didn't join us till the sand hills,

but once a man throws his bedroll in the wagon,

he's one of us.

Done his job without bellyachin'.

Ain't no place in a cow camp for whinin'.

Took good care of his horse and gear,

minded his own business,

was a peaceable man.

Except maybe that time down on the platte.

Oh, he got meaner 'n a grizzly with a toothache.

Amen.

But, balancin' it all out I'd have to say

Curley was a good man...

and he died doin' the only job he knew.

Yes, sir.

All right, boys, let's move 'em.

Is that it?

A few words?

All a cowhand can expect, boy.

Wrap him in his blanket and decent buryin'.

Movin' them beeves is the important thing,

and if Curley could sit up right now

he'd tell ya the same thing.

He was just sayin' to me last night

about how he don't mind night herdin'.

Said it's like havin' the whole world to yourself.

Hour later they took to stampedin'.

He died the best way a cowhand can,

sittin' on leather.

Now, come on, Dodge is waitin'.

Hit me.

That'll do.

Yes siree, yes siree, you pay me.

Yes, sir.

How 'bout a hug for luck, honey?

Deal, mister, deal.

Name's Delilah.

How do you know?

They're always named Delilah, boy.

Why don't you go buy her a drink.

Hey, Doak, this is your first trail town.

Now, you gotta cut the wolf loose. Go on, she's waitin' for ya.

No, I already got a girl at North Fork.

North Fork's a nice place to have a girl.

I ain't gonna tell her nothin' if you don't, boy.

I reckon I'll ponder it.

Well, you better make it fast.

She's about as lonesome as a beehive.

Quincy, how long you and Will been drivin' cattle?

You don't drive cattle, boy, you push 'em.

As long as I can remember.

Old Will a lot longer.

Uh-oh.

Ya lost.

Whiskey.

What did he swallow?

How about a glass?

Took a fancy.

First trail drive and already

bitin' off more cud than you can chew.

Ya know, looks to me like that little girl's

bein' annoyed by that railroad fella.

You ever smell one of 'em up close?

They stink, coal and smoke,

like them iron hogs they feed.

Ya know, boy, I think that you oughta rescue that little lady

from that sorta trash. Come on.

No, I don't want to, really.

Oh look, Quincy, come on.

Will, wait a minute.

Howdy.

I'm Will Parmalee,

- this here's Quincy. - Howdy.

Your admirer here is called Doak.

Pleased to meet y'all.

My name's Delilah.

Delilah, this boy here'd like to buy you a little drink

and trade a little giggle talk.

She's taken.

Hey, them gandy dancers don't care where they lay their track.

I'm no gandy dancer.

- What are ya? - I'm an engineer.

Oh, oh, you mean you're one of them fellas

that toots that whistle?

You remember that railroad fella down in Abilene, Quincy?

Kept blowin' that whistle

till they stampeded our whole herd?

Yeah, I remember.

You know, mister, I just might take that whistle of yours

and jam it right down your gullet.

That's enough, cow chaser.

Come on, Will, I'll buy ya a drink.

Don't worry, he ain't near tough as he looks.

He looks pretty tough to me.

Boy, even a hard-boiled egg's yella in...

Stop it.

Stop, break it up.

Break it up.

Stop it.

Will? Will, wake up.

Here, try some of this.

I always said you run the best hotel in town.

Ya know, just once I'd like to see ya pass through

without spendin' the night in it.

Yeah, I guess we caused some ruckus.

Much damage?

No more 'n usual, and no less.

What about my friends?

They're in the next cell there.

We, I guess we sure rousted

them gandy dancers some.

Yeah, how is it you're stirrin' out with the railroad men?

Them railroads has come to stick in my craw, Matt.

They're takin' jobs that cowhands oughta be doin'.

Herdin' cows into boxcars instead of across green grass

just don't make sense.

Country changes, Will.

Yeah.

Hey!

Come on, you two, come on.

Well I sure hope you ain't changed, Matt.

When we gonna do some roosterin'

and lie like Texans again?

We'll have to talk about that later, Will.

Right now I gotta get you and your boys outta here.

- I need the space. - Right, right.

Come on, time to quit moochin' off the state of Kansas

and rent us a room.

- Mornin', Marshal. - Mornin'.

Will.

See ya tonight, Matt.

Thanks, Marshal.

That old Will and his breed's a gettin' scarce, Matthew.

Them trail herds ever quit comin' to Dodge,

things gon' get plum dull, ain't they?

You know when that fightin' started

I thought you might fold, boy.

But you hung in there tighter than a tick.

Yes, sir.

Hey, eggs, and ham and hot biscuits.

How'd that go, boy?

Better 'n buffalo hump and onions.

Hey...

I had me better 'n $150 last night.

I only got me 32 cents, Will.

Doak?

I had near a hundred!

Last place I remember bein' was that rot-gut saloon.

Will, we was drunk.

Maybe we spent it.

We're talkin' about more 'n $300, Quincy.

That's more money than I've had in my life.

I was countin' on that money.

I figure either that barkeep or that card dealer's

got snaky fingers.

I'll tell ya again, you were throwin' money around

like it was confetti,

gamblin', buyin' the house drinks,

- tippin' the girls with $5 gold pieces. - That don't come to near $300.

Why, you didn't have enough left to pay the damages.

- How much do the damages come to? - At least 50, $60.

Listen, you right sure you didn't help yourself

to more 'n this hole of yours is worth?

Now, you three clear outta here or I'll call the marshal!

Mister!

We pushed that herd through Hades for that pay.

We got froze and starved and stampeded

and lost a good man in the doin',

so you best level with us.

I'm tellin' ya, ya spent it all.

- He's lyin'! - Easy, Doak, easy.

We just want our money, mister, nobody hurt.

You give us 200 and we'll call it even.

Two hundred. You're crazy!

Look at all the...

Look in the back for cash.

Only what's comin' to us.

We're buildin' ourselves some trouble.

Here's the cashbox.

Somebody's comin'!

Bring it.

Let's go, let's go.

Doak, you got the box?

- Let's go. - Come on.

Let's go.

You both all right, let's go.

Hyah, hyah!

Get out, get outta the way.

All right, all right, look out, look out.

- Clear the way here, look out. - Bull's been shot.

He's right over there next to the bar.

Hey, Bull, hey, Bull.

Look out, the marshal's comin'.

Hit bad, are ya?

Yeah, bad enough.

They coulda killed me, Festus.

- All right, folks, break it up. - Let me see here.

- Move along now. - Easy, easy.

Let me look at it.

What happened here, Bull?

Those three cowboys that busted up my place last night,

they robbed me, Marshal,

and then when I tried to stop 'em they shot me.

Matthew, it was Will Parmalee and Quincy

and that young feller.

Parmalee?

That doesn't make any sense.

I've known Will Parmalee more 'n 20 years.

He never stole a dime from anybody.

Why would he wanna rob you?

I don't know, they claim that they was cheated

in my place or somethin'.

Well, was they?

Course not!

They was spendin' with both hands.

Got drunk and started on those railroaders.

Just a bunch of drovers whoopin' it up.

That's happened before.

Notice you don't ever keep 'em out.

The fight cooled off, I shoulda thrown 'em out then,

but they was spendin' real great.

They said they'd behave themselves,

so like a fool I let 'em stay.

Couple hours went by and they got into another fight.

Take a look at this.

Looks just like a flesh wound.

You're gonna be all right.

Well that ain't the point, they coulda killed me!

Did you fire on them first?

Well yeah, like I said, they took the cashbox.

How much was in it?

Twelve dollars.

Could just as well have been a thousand. It was still robbery.

Doesn't sound to me like they were tryin' to rob ya,

more like a misunderstanding that got outta hand or something.

I know one of 'em is a friend of yours, Marshal,

but they still broke the law!

This doesn't have to go any farther than it always has, Bull,

not unless you wanna proffer charges.

Well, I sure do.

Well, it ain't just the $12, Marshal, it's just that...

Yeah.

Well, better go over yonder and have Doc tend to that.

Go on, Bull.

Matthew, what do you figure?

We'll have to go after 'em, Festus.

Got no choice.

Mean that feller shot at us over $12?

He's a fool.

The law'll be lookin' for us.

He's right, Will.

We're on the run.

Might not be much money, but we'd just as well

have stuck up a bank.

How bad you shoot that barkeep?

Don't know.

I hit him, that's for sure.

Well, you're a friend of the marshal's.

You could tell him what happened.

No, no, Matt Dillon's a lawman.

No, we took a cashbox and we shot a man.

No, no, any way you cut it we're gonna end up in jail.

And that's no place for a man.

I ain't seen Tait Cavanaugh in three years,

but I sure ramrodded a lotta cattle for him.

Rio Grande to the Divide.

Feller that runs that ranch over at Salt Creek?

That's the one, got a big spread.

He might use us.

Yeah, but what about the law?

They're gonna be chasin' after us.

Well, we'll have to worry about that when it happens.

Leastwise, we'll be close to Texas.

That's ground I know.

No, I figure Matt Dillon won't chase us

clear outta Kansas over $12.

Trail turns west.

That's funny.

Knowin' Will Parmalee,

I'da sworn he'd headed straight for Texas.

Sweat and dirt cowboys all their born days

have one run-in with a knot-headed...

Here, all of a sudden, they're outlaws.

Yeah.

Matthew, couldn't we let 'em just keep ridin'?

Well, I'd like to Festus, but ya can't.

If I could just catch up to 'em,

get 'em to turn themselves in,

maybe Judge Brooker'd go easy on 'em.

Will Parmalee, you old cow tail.

What are you doin' outta Texas?

Tait Cavanaugh, you ain't changed a bit,

and that's a shame.

Lookin' at that hide of yours,

looks like you been soakin' up dust.

Well, we been doin' some hard ridin'.

Now, I want you to meet my friends here.

This here is Quincy.

- Hi. - Howdy.

And the youngin' here is called Doak.

Mr. Cavanaugh.

He's a cow lickin' Adam's apple, but he'll do.

You boys been sharin' trail with Will, you deserve a drink.

Come on in, I'll get the cook to catch us a cow.

Sounds awful good.

Well, now, what are you doin' here

and where are you headin'?

Well, we come from Dodge, and headin'?

Fact is, I don't really know.

We was kinda hopin' that we'd catch on here with you.

Will, you were the best ramrod I ever had,

but I ain't got nothin'.

Gettin' down to the bone.

Had to let hands go.

Well, you rode in, you've seen the place.

Beginnin' to take on like a graveyard.

I seen it.

Well, the railroads are startin' to take over.

Can't you fight 'em?

I tried, but I ended up makin' a deal with 'em

to ship my cattle.

Will, it was the only way I can get back on my feet.

Man won't go along with the railroad, he's finished.

A few short years,

there won't be no such thing as a trail drive.

We gotta face that.

Eighteen steers to a cattle car, that right?

Well, I guess so.

I don't know what's wrong with the world.

Everything's changin'.

There was a time when a neighbor helped neighbor.

A man's word meant somethin'.

There were cows and men, and not much else.

Now it seems that everybody's

out to get as much as he can and who cares?

Glory days are gone.

And Will, I'm afraid they ain't never comin' back.

Well, thanks for your hospitality, Tait.

Now, you boys can stay here as long as you like.

Plenty of room in the bunkhouse, food.

Only thing I can't offer you is a job.

Well thanks, Mr. Cavanaugh, but we'd best be movin' on.

Well, if you're lookin' for work, you're better off back in Dodge.

No, ain't no work in Dodge either.

Railroad's took hold there, too.

Besides, we got some trouble in Dodge.

Oh, what kinda trouble?

The law, Mr. Cavanaugh.

Started out just hoorahin' the town and a man got shot.

- Dead? - I don't think so.

Now they're lookin' for ya?

Reckon they are.

We'll just move on out, Tait.

I don't wanna bring the law down on you.

Now, a couple of cowhands passed by here a few days ago.

Rumor was they were hirin' down in the panhandle country.

Well then, that's where we'll be headed.

You stop and see the cook.

Got some beans and bacon for ya.

Thanks, Tait.

Wake up, boy, Doak.

- Thanks, Mr. Cavanaugh. - You're welcome.

Thanks for the dinner, sir.

Young fella...

you're young enough to do somethin' else.

Do it.

Bye, sir.

Whoa.

Another day's ride, we'll be crossin' into Texas.

Yeah.

Now, what'd you swallow, kid?

Well, I'd like to see my girl first.

North Fork's way outta our way, boy.

Important?

Well, I told her I'd be back right after the drive.

We were fixin' to get married.

You fixin' to stay a cowhand, boy?

I sure am.

A man can't tote a house and kids around on a horse.

You better send her a letter.

She's expectin' me by now.

I can't just ride off and not see her.

Well, there ain't nothin' like a woman for a hard winterin',

but marryin'?

They get demandin'.

Now, you take a good range horse,

he don't ask nothin' of a man.

Will, might be quite a while

before he sees that little gal again.

Besides, we gotta get some supplies before the panhandle.

Maybe we can get 'em in North Fork.

Well, that $12 is all we got.

Turns out we went to a lot for that.

Maybe we can put it to work.

Alright, we ain't got time for no love story.

Ain't gonna take long.

Afternoon.

My name's Matt Dillon, I'm the marshal over at Dodge City.

This is my deputy, Festus Haggen, here.

We're lookin' for three men mighta passed through here yesterday,

maybe askin' for work?

Nobody's come through here.

Well, their trail brung us right smack dab

to your porch here, mister.

All right, they stopped and watered their horses and moved on.

You mean they didn't stay over?

That's what I said.

Kinda hard to believe.

Will Parmalee and Tait Cavanaugh goes back a long way.

Will and I go back a long way, too.

They'd be better off turnin' themselves in, Mr. Cavanaugh.

More they run, the worse it gets.

If you knew Will like I do,

be like tryin' to put a panther in a birdcage.

They didn't tell me what happened back there.

Some fella got shot.

The fact is the onliest thing they is wanted for

was for stealin' $12 and the shootin',

And then, the other feller, he went and shot at them first.

Well, I'm willin' to pay whatever it takes

to satisfy the other fella.

Well, I'm sorry, but that won't work.

Marshal, there's nothing left for those men.

They're running outta world, least the world they knew.

I know what kind of men they are, Mr. Cavanaugh,

but I got no choice.

I'm wearin' a badge and the man they shot

swore out a complaint.

Well, I reckon you got a job to do, like it or not,

but I ain't gonna help you none.

I understand.

Guess if I was you, I'd feel the same way.

Marshal, I hope you don't find 'em!

Facin' the jail, they won't go peaceably.

Ha, ha, ha!

Katherine lives down at the end of the street.

Katherine, nice name ain't it, Quincy?

She as pretty as she sounds?

She's pretty all right.

Nice town, pretty girl wantin' to get married.

Beats punchin' cattle, boy.

Yeah, you'd be better off stayin' here, Doak.

No tellin' what's in store for us.

Oh, forget it, I'm ridin' with you.

What's for me in a town like this?

Maybe a life?

Doin' what, clerkin'?

Or workin' a farm?

Ya know, just maybe the blister end of a shovel's

better 'n what we're goin' to.

Well, I'll just take my chances with you both.

Here's the mercantile.

Now, don't you two ride off without me.

I ain't gonna be long.

Yeah, the way things are goin',

might be the best thing we could do is ride off without him.

Yeah, I reckon.

Thank you, Ellen.

- Help ya? - Yeah, we need a few supplies.

We'll need a coffee pot.

- .45 caliber shells. - Fryin' pan.

- A canteen. - New skinnin' knife.

- Some jerky. - Bacon.

- Salt pork. - Flour.

- Blankets. - Couple of pounds of coffee.

- Some of them tin plates. - Now, hold it.

I'd like to see your money first.

Twelve dollars.

What you're talkin' about'll take a lot more 'n that.

I got me a good Winchester right out there on that horse.

How 'bout you trade that for the supplies?

I don't do no tradin'.

Likely, it's stolen.

Look, mister, you're standin' there in that pinched collar

just passin' judgment on everybody

that passes through that door, ain't ya?

Is this a counter you're standin' behind here or a pulpit?

I know drifters when I see them.

Mister, we got a lotta miles to travel.

We'll be needin' them goods.

Now, if you don't wanna do no tradin',

maybe we can work it out, surely...

I don't hire on no drifters.

I either deal all cash or not at all.

You got us all figured out, ain't ya, mister?

Us breeds that just come and go like them tumbleweeds.

That's right.

Now you leave or I'll call the sheriff.

Now you listen to me!

We come in here to do honest business...

and all you give us is a hog grunt.

All right, pilgrim, we're leavin'.

You filled out some.

Doak Noonan.

Not a letter in two months.

I ain't passed through no town in two months.

Don't tell me all you did was drive cattle.

You don't drive cattle, honey, you push 'em.

I wrote you plenty of letters,

I just didn't have a chance to mail 'em.

If you don't believe me, you can look in the saddlebags.

Oh, Doak.

After all them months with steers and cowhands,

you smell awful good.

I bet you took a bath this mornin' just like always.

Sure did.

Down at the creek?

Like always.

Too bad you weren't there.

You been sharin' that creek with anybody else?

Ooh.

Nope.

But mind ya, I've had plenty of offers.

Oh!

Oh, you smell mighty horsey, Doak Noonan.

Well, what do ya expect comin' off the trail?

We'll just fix that.

Come on, let's go down to the creek.

Kathy.

Don't fret.

Pa's workin', Mom's at a church meetin'. Come on.

Kathy, I ain't stayin'.

I'm just passin' through.

To where?

Panhandle most likely...

with a couple of friends of mine.

That's all the way to Texas.

We were gonna get married.

Miss Jenny's makin' my weddin' dress right now.

I know, honey, I know.

We're still gonna get married, it's just gonna take a spell.

The money I earned.

What about it?

- It's gone. - A hundred dollars?

What happened to it?

Well, we were in Dodge City...

And I don't know.

You don't know?

My friends are waitin'.

Doak, Doak, ya can't leave.

Ya leave...

I'm not waitin' for ya again.

Honey, I told you, I lost the money.

I ain't got nothin'.

Well, then that's what we'll start with.

Doak, I'm not waitin' out anymore trail drives.

Ya can't keep bein' a drover and have me, too.

I'm not taking it away from you, Doak...

just givin' you a choice.

And I hope you choose me,

because I want you very much.

Oh, Doak.

Oh, Doak.

Don't know what we're gonna do from here to Texas.

Yeah, I got a half a mind to stomp

that uppity storekeep's face right into the floor.

We got enough trouble, Will.

Yeah, we also got 200 miles of badlands

with no store, not even a tradin' post.

Two, three days, them buzzards'll be countin' our ribs.

No, sir.

There's one thing left for us.

What's that?

We take what we need.

Wait a minute.

Now, like I was sayin', a fryin' pan, some coffee,

and some salt pork.

We're gonna list 'em for ya as you go along.

Now, get 'em up here.

Ah, don't forget the beans, pilgrim.

I want your word you won't stir for a spell after we're gone.

You don't give us your word, we're gonna tie you up.

Now, is that your mouth there under your nose

or is it an ugly scar?

Say somethin'.

I won't do nothin'.

Storeroom back there, Will.

Lock him up in it.

You'll get the balance by mail, mister.

Maybe we oughta leave him here, be better off.

Yeah, but he don't know that.

She is pretty.

Leavin' that for 30 a month and found?

He's stayin'.

How do ya know?

The way that gal looks, he's stayin', Will.

I'm so glad that you're home.

Yeah.

So long, kid!

Will, Quincy, wait!

I gotta talk to ya!

- Wait up! - Doak.

Wait, Quince!

Sheriff, go, they robbed me.

Doak!

No!

- I'm hit. - No!

Will, I'm hit, I'm hit.

Doak! Doak!

Doak, no.

No!

Help the kid.

Nothin' we coulda done.

A few nights ago... visitin' Dodge.

Just a break at the... end of the drive.

What happened, Will?

Save your wind.

Now listen...

Get ready.

Hold onto that.

Hold it there hard.

You know, I must be gettin' awful fond of ya.

Look at that. Gettin' down to my last chaw.

Will... we killed a man.

They're gonna be comin' after us.

You better go on.

What's gonna happen to you?

Nothin'.

I'll tell 'em the whole thing is your fault.

No, siree.

Much a pain in the hide as you get to be,

we're goin' on together.

Now listen, we'll be gettin' into Texas soon.

Now, that's ground I was born and raised on.

There'll be somethin' there for us to do,

even a couple of broke down old hands like us.

Now, come on, come on.

Get up, come on.

Ya know...

kid wantin' to be like us.

Yeah.

Few days ago, it seemed like a good idea.

She sure was pretty.

Yeah.

Come on, come on.

The girl told me the man who shot him

is named Will Parmalee.

The young fella answers to Doak.

You know how it happened?

Well, I thought at first it was a robbery,

but then, the money is still in the cashbox.

Well, Matthew?

We'll have to keep after 'em, Festus.

Now, it could be murder.

What's that?

Twelve dollars.

Ya know, we'll be crossin' over the border

into Texas anytime now. Come on.

We can make a camp, then.

Get ya some rest there.

Come on, man, dig a spur in.

Hold on.

You got it, come on, here.

Watch it, watch it.

Here.

Here.

You know, we ain't there yet, part.

Well, long as you're down here, you might as well rest.

Will... how you gonna know it's... Texas

when we get there, huh?

Big old signboard sayin': "This here's Texas?"

I'll know.

Bleedin' again?

Aw, some, some.

Will...

there's a pencil, and a piece of paper in my saddlebag.

This ain't no time to be writin' your mother, boy.

I'm fixin' to make out my will.

Well, see, you ain't got nothin' to leave

except that fiddle-headed horse.

And a gun that handles like a plow.

And you ain't got no family.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm fixin' to leave everything to you, Will.

Ya know, I've taken another look at that horse of yours,

and he's worse than I thought.

Now, what'd I ever do to you, Quincy,

to deserve you leavin' me an animal like that, huh?

Now listen, you ain't gonna die

and do nothin' like that to me.

Do ya hear me, Quince?

There's somebody out there.

Yeah, I suppose it's Matt.

We better stop it right here, Will.

No, I think too much of Matt

to have him have to bring me in.

Besides, it ain't just another night in jail now.

Will, you ain't ever gonna make it to Texas...

with me along.

We both know I'm dyin'.

I've lost enough blood to paint a horse.

If Dillon's the man you say he is,

he'd be obliged to... bury me

and give ya... a lotta time to get away.

Quince, you always was the worst man

to go right to the shade.

What's the matter, that ground gettin' warm under you now?

Ride, Will, ride.

I'm runnin' out on us, partner.

Can't be no cowboy forever.

I'll buy that, yes sir.

Come on, now,

they might as well dig a hole for both of us.

Come on, get a hold of me.

I gotcha.

Your hat.

Let's go now.

They're headed for Texas, all right.

Yeah, home ground.

One of 'em shot up thatta way,

they ain't gonna make it neither.

Feel that warm air?

Yeah. I figure that's Texas air

comin' up all the way from the Gulf.

Breeze is warmer than a mother's smile.

Smell the salt from here.

Wait up, Will.

Listen.

Either I already died or I hear cattle.

Come on.

We're in Texas.

Easy, easy, Quince.

We're in Texas, Quincy.

Not a railroad track, no boxcars around,

just cowhands doin' their job.

Will you look at them slab-sided, lop-horned beauties?

Sure a pretty sight.

Come on, Quince, come on.

I gotcha, I gotcha.

Will, Marshal.

Best get ridin'.

Naw, naw, even a hard eye like Matt

ain't gonna chase us all the way into Texas.

Now listen, you just rest up here for a minute

then we'll get out and find you a doctor.

You can mend up and I'll go out

and hook on with one of these outfits.

Sounds good.

Hey, look at that.

This is good country here for cattle, the best.

I ever tell you I got a little piece of land here?

Yeah.

Well, I have, just this side of Hardin County.

Good grass, little creek runs through it.

Just never could seem to find the time to work it.

Boy, the winters come down hard

off them Horsehead Mountains,

howlin' loud enough to drive a coyote to suicide.

Planted some pines for a windbreak.

Wonder if them trees ever took hold.

You know...

I reckon you was right.

Can't go on pushin' cattle forever.

Someday we're gonna wake up all wrinkled

like a burnt boot, lookin' around for a rockin' chair.

Yes, sir, I reckon you were right.

Whoa.

He ought to have just kept ridin'.

Old Will ain't changed none bein' on the run, has he?

Still a ramrod.

Still takin' care of his men.

You know, I reckon him and old Quincy

was just about as close as two men gets.

Yeah, just like Will, isn't it?

Wouldn't let Quincy die till he got him back to Texas.

Old Will, he'll be a-figurin' this be

his buryin' ground, too, Matthew.

I know.

That's far enough, Matt.

I didn't figure you'd follow me this far.

I didn't want to, Will, but you killed a man back there.

I couldn't help it.

The way they had me backed in, I had no choice.

As it turned out, he killed Quincy.

Doak's dead, too.

Now don't make it three.

Come on down, Will.

You know better 'n that, Matt.

Doesn't matter how far you run.

I ain't runnin' anywhere, Matt, I'm home.

Afraid it's just like we called it, Matthew.

He ain't runnin' and he ain't comin' back.

Ya know, Matt, I always figured to die a cowhand.

Struck by lightnin' or under the hooves,

but sittin' on leather,

not danglin' at the end of a rope like some side of beef.

So long, Matt.

Vaya con dios!

Will!

Will!

Will!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha!

- Wait, stop! - What are ya doin'?

Hold on!

Clear the road!

Look out!

What are you doin'?

Well, Matthew, there ain't a thing

that you could've did about it.

That there was a fool thing old Will done,

but he wouldn't have had it no other way.

Yeah, I know.

It's like you said...

he's home.

Their names do not roll

with the thunder of Jefferson or Paine,

but between 1866 and 1882, for $30 a month and found,

these hard and lonely men pushed five million cattle

into the heartland of a growing nation.

They were the builders of this land.