Man Without a Star Page #6

John, your wife don't speak

to me, not that I blame her,

but I still wouldn't like to

see her be a widow woman.

Against that Miles bunch,

you ain't got a chance.

Well, if he can't stop 'em,

who can?

You knew the answer to that before

you asked me, didn't you Cassidy.

Yeah, maybe I did.

By golly, I'm going to have

a talk with that wife of mine.

Seems like she don't know a

good woman once she sees one.

- Idonee?

- Mm hm.

- Did you get a bottle?

- Yup, two of 'em.

Wonderful.

Give me a little drink.

Sure I will, honey.

- Not so much water in the second one.

- Call and I've got it.

Aye, it's just as bad.

Give me the bottle.

Anything you say, honey.

- Why did you do that for?

- Well, it's time to get up!

Why didn't you tell

me the train is here?

Honey, there's been eight

trains in, since you decided to leave.

- And you missed all of them.

- I'm going to make this train.

No you ain't making any train.

Demp, why don't you admit it?

You're stuck on that gal.

That's why you're letting her take

that kid and make a killer out of him.

- Don't blame her for that.

- No? Maybe you're right.

But who do I blame for that

Miles bunch killing two men

and then tearing up all

the wire on Little River?

What did you expect them to do?

Can anyone expect them to do the

count is what I expect you to do!

You know what I'm going to do?

- I'm taking the next train out.

- Ha, you're taking the next train out.

That's the story of your life, Demps.

No, I guess there's nothing a man

like you can do, except keep on running.

But no matter where you go,

you're gonna run

into that same fence,

and it always has wire on it.

You know them killings

is gonna go on and on

until the wires come here to stay.

And you know it better

than anybody in the world.

Demps.

Forgot something.

It ain't rightly mine.

I'll be seeing you.

Come on Sachi, bring

the bottle with you.

Yeah, maybe he'll

drink that all by himself.

Cassidy, I'm moving the

Triangle cattle in on Little River.

If I find any wire up that way,

I'm gonna make you eat it.

What's the matter, Dempsey?

You look sick.

What I'm looking at

that making me sick.

Come on, let's see him dance.

That's the prettiest

wrapped package I ever saw.

You may be needing that, honey.

Pull up on it.

Get down!

- Ben?

- I've done worse for the razor.

Start down the hill

and move carefully.

- Demps, you mean you gonna stay here?

- Go on.

Hey, Concho, look!

Old man Cassidy.

I think we better dump him.

I don't.

- Don't shoot.

- I didn't intend to.

Step down, Concho.

I want you all in one piece.

Dempsey, you all right?

Couldn't be better!

- Cut off the other end of that wire.

- What for?

I got a package to deliver

and I don't want it to fall apart.

Looks like it's your play, kid.

Go get your boss, lady.

Did you hear me?

I got a package for you.

Thank you.

And the next time one of

your man touches our wire,

I'll wrap a strand of it

around your pretty neck.

Thinking of trying it

once for a dollar?

- If I do?

- Don't do it, Texas.

Afraid I might get hurt?

Either way it breaks.

That's real nice of you.

And you can tell Steve Miles from

now on I'm wrapping the packages.

Take it easy!

You better go in the house.

I'll take care of him.

- How did this happen?

- Dempsey.

- He was waiting at the wire.

- Dempsey brought you in?

Yeah.

You were here?

- Yes, I was here.

- And you didn't go for your gun.

- Would you have?

- Yeah.

If you were a man, I'd kill you.

Strange, I thought

you only shot at boys.

But Dempsey says to return

his call any time you feel like it.

That's not a bad idea.

Only this time we'll bring a few

thousand head of cattle with us.

Texas style.

He'll understand that.

Never step down till you're asked.

Take it easy, Jeff.

- Who won the dollar?

- Steve Miles.

He's coming here, now. Texas style.

Texas style, huh.

Everything is going

to be all right, Jeff.

- Can you handle him?

- Of course I can.

What does he mean, Texas style?

You'll learn, or you'll be

up to your armpit in beef.

Come on.

They're waiting at the wire.

Well, that sound disappointing, man.

Send him along!

They're not going to stop

until they reach the river!

And they'll take the wire with them.

They're not going to hit the

wire, we're going to turn 'em.

You mean you gonna turn a stampede,

when it's coming right at you?

- Got any better ideas?

- No.

Come on, it's your grass!

Head them north!

Keep heading them north!

...longer you save the grass. Seems

like you're entitled to use them up.

Yeah, we've been talking it over,

Demps, we're figuring around

setting up with a few hundred head.

Now there is a lot of good

range beyond Little River.

In no time at all, you'll

have a big place of your own.

Look, thanks, but I just

don't like barbed wire.

Well, I'll be seeing ya.

- What are you doing?

- I'm doing what you're doing.

Ain't you learn better?

Don't do like I do, do like I say.

Better yet,

do like she say.

I'll be seeing ya.

Who knows, who knows?

Who knows which way the right way goes

The night is dark the way is far

for a man without a star.

Who knows, who knows?

Who knows which way the whirlwind blows

Or where the trail of tomorrow goes

For a man without a star.

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