Man Without a Star

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Who knows, who knows

Who knows which way is the right way goes

The night is dark and the way is far

for a man without a star.

Who knows, who knows

Who knows which way a whirlwind blows

Or where the trail of tomorrow goes

For a man without a star

It's just no sense to build and fence

Not if you like to wander.

Each hill I see is colony

Go yonder, yonder, yonder

Who knows, who knows?

Was I right, was I wrong the way I chose

The night is dark the way is far

for a man without a star.

The night is dark and the way is far

for a man without a star.

For a man without a star.

Come on, out of there!

Come on, hurry it up!

Now, hit the road.

- Road? What road?

- That's for you to worry about.

Well, a man could starve

before he ever found a house.

Well, that's something else

you gonna worry about.

- Now come on, move along.

- Don't do that.

Why you...!

Hmm, that's on me.

Wrong man, kid.

- Thanks.

- For what?

- I was under the wheel.

- You asked for it.

When you throw a punch

don't turn your back.

Hey, that's a good looking

saddle you got there.

Single rigging?

Yep, California style.

Me, I ride a Brazos double.

Double rig is better for rope.

That's why I do most of the rope.

- That's why I use a Brazos double rig.

- This is a Brazos double rig.

- Are you saying I'm a liar?

- You're saying it, kid. I ain't.

Alright, I was talking big.

I never did rope,

I never got the chance.

Always wanted to work cattle,

folks wouldn't let me go west.

Went off on your own, huh?

- You work cattle?

- Uh huh.

Why ain't you on a horse?

Ever tried riding from

Kansas City to Wyoming?

Ayy, good old Kansas City.

Good food, good liquor

and good looking women.

- Have you been to Kansas City?

- I was born there.

With all them good looking

women, why did you leave?

Why did you leave?

- I ran out of money.

- You still got your saddle.

Never sell that, kid.

Sitting another man's leather is

like wearing another man's boots.

Never sell your saddle.

Come up out of there!

- Come down and get me!

- Or maybe you think I won't?

All right, bud,

just hold your temper.

- Have you got the makin's?

- I got the what?

You answered me.

What are we doing, now?

Let's get some sleep, kid.

Look. Don't call me "kid",

my name's Jeff.

All right.

Get some sleep, Jeffrey.

Real pretty name, Jeffrey,

Real pretty.

Wake up, kid, Time to go.

- Thanks for the loan of the coat.

- What coat?

The one you got on.

- I woke up last night.

- You sure dream pretty dreams.

- Canter through light rug.

- Do what?

Do like I do.

Now watch me!

- Stay right where you are.

- I didn't do nothing.

Anybody say you did?

Why don't you lower the hammer?

We got no guns.

Tom, bring them down here!

- Is that all of them?

- Looks like.

All right, line up here.

Line up.

All right boys,

which one of you did it?

Did what?

- How did you get that?

- At a fight.

Who with?

With the brakeman. He

wanted to put me off back there.

And so you killed him.

And I collect the reward because

I'm the one that turned him out.

Now ain't you the lucky one.

Never hanged a man as young as

you son, I hope I'd never have to.

- Bring him in.

- Now, wait a minute.

- I didn't do it.

- Who did?

- I don't know.

- I do.

They wired ahead about the killing, huh?

Yup

They happen to say the

brakeman got caught up.

Come to think of it, they did.

The kid's got no knife.

He threw it away.

You ought to know better

a knife and never does that.

- Ask him.

- Why me?

Come on, you did

the cut and I saw it.

So did he. Now he's stupid enough to

hang for something another man done.

You had your gun clear

the leather all the time.

Take him to the jailhouse.

And notify the railroad. We're claiming

that hundred dollars reward.

Now you boys either get

jobs or get out of town.

Without my hundred dollars?

Make it 50, you got a deal.

- The rest goes to the deputies.

- Okay.

It takes a day or two to collect.

- I wouldn't wait for that 50.

- No?

I'd ride this out

of town if I was you.

You ain't me.

Well I, guess I got

to thank you again.

- For what?

- Well, you kept me from getting hung.

You can get hung

any day you want.

As long as you don't stop

me from getting my $ 50.

Now don't you do like the man said

and ride that train out of town. Huh?

Hey what do you think you trying

to do, breaking up my piano?

Well, it's worth $ 50.

- It's worth a whole lot more than that.

- I was talking about the saddle.

I don't care what you are talking about,

just haul that saddle out of here.

- Dempsey Rae!

- Idonee!

You're a pretty as an Indian

blanket and twice as comfortable.

- Especially on a cold night.

- Breaking up my piano.

Another stray cat

that needs a bowl of milk.

- "Meow".

- Forget those cats.

- What are you doing here in Wyoming?

- Just drifting through.

Now just drifting, hmm?

You haven't changed a bit.

Hey, strong man,

don't I know you?

No, but I know you

Moccasin Mary, from Tucumcari

just a rock exterior

with a heart of stone.

Find your own man.

How about a loan,

understand $ 25?

You sure haven't changed.

Here's your end, kid.

Be happy.

- Hey, that's hard earned money?

- Simmer down, honey.

- I got $ 50 coming real quick.

- Fifty dollars?

- You can drink that up in one night.

- Well, let's do.

- First things come first.

- Like what?

Like soap and water,

you smell like a goat.

- You decent?

- That's debatable.

Hey, thanks for washing my shirt.

How do I look?

Oh honey, you look real pretty.

But you I can't let you

go out of here half naked.

Try this for size.

- Where did you get it?

- A fella left it on account.

On account of what?

On account, the same

reason you left your saddle.

He was hungry.

- A bottle of good and two clean glasses.

- They gotta to be cleaned?

Don't try the impossible, Duckbill.

- Just set out the whiskey.

- Yes, ma'am.

Well hello, boy.

What brings you into town?

Just brought in 400 steers for shipment.

Finally got them loaded.

Here's your whiskey,

where's your money?

Put it on my tab.

- All right.

- Demp, hey Demp.

I want you to meet Strap Davis,

foreman down on the Triangle.

It's a big spread, used

to belong to old man Simpson.

Not anymore, it don't.

Can't you keep shut up till

I get these men introduced?

Have a drink, friend.

- What kind of a spread you got?

- Oh right about ten thousand heads.

Ten thousand heads?

I thought I was

doing good with 800.

You fellas on the Triangle ain't

leaving much grass for the rest of us.

It's open range.

Don't blame me.

I ain't blaming you, Strap.

But I am blaming your new owner.

Why don't he come out from

the east to look things over

before he builds up the herd?

From what I hear, he

ain't even seen the Triangle.

He's coming out as soon as

we get the ranch house rebuilt.

You know what we're putting in?

A bathroom... right in the house.

In the house?

Inside the house!

Well, that ain't decent.

Only someone from the

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