Ramrod

Ramrod

Mr. Dickason, your daughter is with him.

-You'll be around, won't you?

-Sure

...I'll be around.

Thanks.

Hello, son...

Hello, sherrif.

You weren't quite so steady on your fins

the last time I saw you.

Took me about a week to rope

that hangover.

Speaking of drinks, I owe you one.

Alright...

Back for more punishment, I see...

Two.

I've turned over a new leaf

since the sherrif got me a job.

Is Shipley really leaving on the stage

tonight?

So he says.

Seen Ivey around?

-No.

He plays his cards smart.

Any chance of getting Connie

out of town?

No.

A dangerous set-up... you stay out of it.

I work for Walt.

For three weeks? What do you owe

that fool? Your life?

Maybe.

Thanks for the drink, son.

Make it two.

Hey, Dave...

Where you been?

I though you'd run out

-No.

Dave.... If our plan works,

you'll be the foreman.

The ramrod of the whole outfit.

Ivey's not here. He won't be either.

You think he'll show?

Yeah.

-What makes you so sure?

Frank Ivey

Connie wants to see you... upstairs.

Why?

She's got a notion I'll need help.

Come in.

Sit down.

-Walt said you wanted me.

Yes.

Walt thinks Ivey's only bluffing...

...they won't stop him from taking

the stage. -But you think he meant it.

My own father's with Ivey against

the man I'm going to marry.

Don't you understand

what I'm up against?

Yes, ma'am.

The valley is public grazing land.

Walt has as much right there as anyone.

But he threatened to bring in sheep.

This is cattle country.

You know how sheep ruin

a country for cattle

How many men will be there when

the stage comes? -I don't know.

You saw you father and his hands

at the blacksmith shop.

I told Dad if his men step in, I'll

never set foot in his house again.

There's still Frank Ivey.

Will you stick by Walt?

He helped me when I needed it.

Thanks.

What if Walt takes the stage?

He does bring in sheep?

He won't even bring them in...

If he makes the stage tonight,

he'll control the valley.

Goodnight Ms. Connie.

-Wait!

I'll go downstairs with you.

No, you won't.

The whole town knows Ivey

wanted to marry you.

If you're there, they'll say he's

hiding behind your skirt.

That's one sure way of ruining it.

This is Shipley's bag.

-Stage ready! Get aboard!

Made up your mind, sheep-man?

I'm going.

Are you?

I see you, drunk.

-Listen Ivey...

You're not god. You can't

keep a man off a stage.

Throw down his valise, Harry.

He's not going.

Is that you, Dave?

It's your father, Connie.

I've come to take you home.

-I suppose Ivey sent you.

-No

I just thought, on account of tonight,

you might want to come home.

Connie, are you hurt about

Walt throwing you over?

You have such a thoughtful

way of putting it.

Walt didn't throw me over.

He just decided he didn't love

me enough to die for me.

-Now...

-It's the truth!

He gave you a wonderful excuse

with his threat of sheep.

Now you and Frank are right back where

you started, hoping I'll be impressed.

Well, I'm not and I'm clearing out!

I don't understand you.

At first, I thought you were

just headstrong.

When you were little, I'd get a kick

out of seeing you stand up and fight.

But...

Tonight, men could have been

killed because of you.

Could have... but they weren't.

From now on, I'm gonna

make a life of my own.

And being a woman, I won't

have to use guns.

There's something else...

This isn't just a fight between

father and daughter.

You've pushed Ivey on me

since I can remember.

For years, I've watched him run things.

The town, the valley, you, now me!

No ones ever had the nerve to

stand up to him. Well, I have!

I'm warning you, don't get in my

way! And that goes for Ivey!

Now, get out!

Get out!

-Evening, Rose.

-Come on in, Dave.

Have you eaten?

-Yes.

Come on, we'll have a cup of coffee.

I heard what happened.

What are you going to do now?

-Drift.

Where's Bill?

You know Bill.

He'll hang around town

for a week, raising cain.

Then, all of a sudden, he's gone.

Present for you.

It's lovely!

It was sweet of you, but...

Martin Bondurant already told his wife

about the expensive silks just in.

If I appeared in a dress

of the same material...

-I never thought of that.

-Of course.

What's the matter?

Why don't you get it off your chest?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

You're not, Rose.

I lost my wife when our son was born.

He would have been six

just three weeks ago.

-Would have been?

-Yeah...

I was buying cattle in a small

way and had to travel

So I left him with friends.

While I was gone, their house burned.

He was in it, sleeping.

They died trying to save him.

-Liquor didn't help.

Bill Schell's crazy talk didn't

help, either.

It was you, Rose. Putting up with us,

cheerful, not asking questions.

That's why I wanted to thank you.

If you don't mind, I'll like to

keep this, afterall.

If you don't mind, I think I'll

have that supper, afterall.

I thought you would.

-Morning, Ms. Connie.

-Morning.

I suppose you know Walt's gone.

"Connie... This is the kind of

a beating I can not take.

I have signed my ranch over

to you. Good Luck, Walt."

Well...

-What did you expect him to do?

-Marry me and stay and fight.

Not stick a note under my door and run.

He just wasn't strong enough, was he?

-No.

Well, I am. Strong enough to be both

Dad and Ivey at their own business.

They broke Walt and I'm going

to fight back.

I'll make Circle 66 an outfit

they'll respect.

I want you to run it.

No, ma'am.

Why not?

They didn't break Walt. They were just

fighting sheep, like any cattleman.

They'd break any man I wanted.

They'd find a reason. Like they made

sheep the reason for breaking Walt.

But I'll never turn to Frank Ivey.

A little money of my own. Enough to

buy some cattle and hire a crew.

They won't break anybody when

I get through with them.

Connie...

Better let Link drive you home now that

your sheep-herder's thrown you over.

Thanks, Link. But I'm not going home.

Walt left me his ranch, and I'm moving

in on valley grass. All I can hold.

Wait, you're just excited. You don't

think we'd let you steal our grass.

It's a free range.

I warn you. They'll be gunplay.

Men will get hurt.

Your men, too. -What's come over you?

You've changed?

You're so hard?

-Coming from you, that's a compliment.

Looks like we won the first round.

-Not we. This is your fight.

You afraid?

When I take the count, it'll

be for my own mistakes.

If I can draw my wages, I'm drifting.

-I'll leave it over at the Special Saloon.

You change your mind, come back.

You'll always have a job as

long as I have a ranch.

Thanks.

Howdy, Dave...

Ms. Dickason sent this over for ya.

Hello, Jim...

-I hear your boss ran out on ya.

Now you'll have to get a new sucker

to pay for your drinks, boozehead.

I'd go careful, Red.

Sounds like Shipley, don't he?

He just talked.

So do you.

That's enough!

-A man would never do that to me.

-Or me.

Too bad you joined up with the

wrong outfit. Now, you're drifiting

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