Open Range

Think she'll get over thisaway?

Might.

Best bed them down.

Come on, Tig.

There she goes.

Looks like we're in for it.

You see them?

Can't see them.|Can't hear them.

You ever seen one this bad?

Not since Noah and the flood.

Well, you should know, Boss,|since you was there.

What did you say?

He said, "You should know|since you was there. "

Well, even that|wasn't this damn wet.

One thing's certain.

Noah never shoveled as much bull|from them he had aboard.

Let's rustle up some grub.

Mose?

Hey!

- That hurt?|- Yeah.

Mose, still got them cards?

Yeah, I got them.

Get them out, and let's have us|a game after breakfast.

Button!

Pull them plates under here.

You gonna play them cards, Mose,|or stare a hole through them?

Don't rush me.

I'll take four.

Oh, for pity's sakes.|"Take four. "

All right, that's it.

I'm out.

Me too.

A man's trust|is a valuable thing, Button.

You don't want to lose it|for a handful of cards.

Well, at least it ain't raining.

Get yourself dressed, Button.|Help Mose get things cleaned up.

Then you walk out|and look for them horses.

Looks like you could use|a little muscle there, Charley.

You just keep on like you are.

You'll get your chance|soon enough.

No need to ask|for more chores, Mose.

Every man's got to pull|his weight.

Yeah, but my weight|is half of yours.

You know, it's hard to figure|Charley sometimes.

I ain't even sure|if he likes me.

He likes you.

You know, Boss had some pause|about hiring me on.

Too big to get around on horses|and work them cows.

Afraid I'd eat too much.

It was Charley|that talked him into it,

and I ain't one to take|a man's confidence lightly.

You know I ain't, either.

I know you ain't, but it's best|to keep remembering it

if you want respect

when you're riding with men|like Charley and Boss.

Button, pull.

Pull it.

Button!

Button!

Quit playing with that dog|and pull the wagon!

Pull it!

- Pull!|- Oh, yeah!

Yeah.|That's it.

Hey, hey!|Look at that!

Old Boss sure can cowboy,|can't he?

Yeah.

Broke the mold after him.

Main bunch is working|towards water.

We'll go up-country,|find the rest,

and we'll push them there.

Look at that.

A couple of damn kids.

Anyway, once we get them,

we can start driving them back|closer to camp.

It'll be a while|before we see another town.

Could use supplies,|coffee and such.

Mose!

Ow!

Mose!

You'll have to ride back|to that town we passed.

When you want me to go?

Tonight.

I'll go.

I can go.

How long you figure, Charley?

Without cows slowing things,|maybe one day there, one back.

Sounds about right.

Come on, Boss.

I can do it.

Sure you can, boy.

Just don't know|if that town's ready

to have you|turned loose on it just yet.

English!

Damn! Sh*t!

Bullshit!

By God, if you're gonna pick|your feet like a monkey,

you do it downwind.

Swear to God, old Tig|takes better care of herself.

Starting to think|it was a mistake

not getting you on in some town|to learn a trade.

I don't like towns.|Never liked them.

Oh, you're just saying that|'cause you heard me say it.

Get yourself a trade|and set up in a town.

You'll always have|a roof over your head,

a bed up off the ground,

and food no further away|than a caf.

Ain't that so, Charley?

That was a big help.

Might as well be talking|to this horse.

Put your boot on, Button.|Let's go to work.

Course, if you was to live|in a town...

You'd have to clean up some.

Otherwise, no one|could stand the stink.

What you do that for?!

Cheating at cards.

Cheating.

I apologized to you for that!

Eh, Boss?|I apologized to him for that.

Evidently he ain't over it yet.

It's getting dark, Boss.

He could have got hurt|between that town and the camp.

Probably just taking his time.

Don't suppose he got into|a poker game, do you?

Wouldn't gamble|your money, Boss.

What if he's lying out there|waiting for us to come along?

We'd never find him tonight.|Now, come on down from there.

He's worried.

- You worried?|- Yeah, I'm worried.

Been worried since yesterday.|Should have sent me.

Mose can look out for himself.

Then why ain't he here with us?

Well, you never was|wanting to go to towns.

Well, I don't want to go now|neither.

But we better find him,|wherever he is.

All right.

You and me strike out early.|Button can watch the outfit.

Button, come on down from there|and get supper a-working.

Most likely be back|before suppertime.

But three sets of eyes,|it's better than two.

- You stay with the wagon.|- Come on, Boss.

No one is gonna bother it.

We haven't seen a single person|since we set up the camp.

I always feel better|if someone's close around.

You been working hard,|deserve a little loafing time.

Stay right here.

Stay, Tig.

Wants to go.

She acts like she does,|but she don't.

Still got the heart,|not the legs.

You keep that rifle close.

Always liked me a sidearm|with some heft.

Took this off a man who couldn't|pay all he owed for some cows.

Damn fine weapon.

Always noticed you favor|something light, don't you?

Set it right down.|Thank you.

Hello!

- Howdy.|- Howdy.

Like to feed and water them,|curry them down with saddles on.

Okay, that'll be four bits each.

- There you go.|- Thank you.

Not planning on staying long?

Long as it takes to find|who we're looking for.

Maybe I can help you gents.

I been here since Harmonville|was Fort Harmon

and we still had soldiers|to chase off Indians.

I know everybody in town|and for miles beyond.

Big man needing a haircut,|about 30.

That's his rig right there.

Oh, yeah.|Know who you're talking about.

Very friendly young fella.

Looks like he's been living out|of saddlebags most of his life.

Got his horse in the corral.

Ride with you, does he?

Know where we can find him?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's up in the jailhouse.

He got into it|with some cattlemen

over at the general store.

- Some cattlemen.|- Yeah.

Busted them up pretty bad, too,

before Marshal Poole came up

and hit him over the head|with his gun barrel.

Yeah, he's lucky he|didn't get shot in the back.

You might want to keep that|in mind

when you're talking|to Marshal Poole.

Saddle his horse.

That cover what he owes?

Oh, yeah.

Name's Percy if you should need|anything else.

Much obliged.

Hold on.

How long you had him here?

I brought him in here|yesterday afternoon.

It wasn't easy|getting him into the cell.

Why is that?

Goddamn bear.|Size of it.

Evening.|Name's Boss Spearman.

This here's Charley Waite.

Evening.

Believe you have|a friend of ours.

Name's Mose Harrison.

Yeah, I got him here.

He started a fight|in the general store.

Mose don't start fights,|just finishes them.

I just said he started it.|You said he didn't.

Maybe you're calling me a liar.

You got a charge against him?

I got plenty.

Inciting a fight.|Disturbing the peace.

Creating a public nuisance.|Take your pick.

Hear tell he got hit|over the head.

He'll be fine.

Well, I come to get him.

Well, you pay the fines,|and you can have him.

How does $50 each offense sound?

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