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Called a pig-farmer.|Who knows what comes next?

Well, don't throw your tail up.

Tell you what, we'll all get together here|tonight and figure out something.

I don't know about me.

I'll get the word around.|You tell Shipstead and Torrey.

All right,|but if we're having a meeting,

it'd better be more than pokin' holes|in the air with your finger.

- Anything I can do you for?|- I came to get wire for Joe Starrett.

I've been holding wire|for Starrett for quite a spell.

- Are you new?|- Yes, I'm working for Starrett.

- Got ready-made pants to fit me?|- Farm rig?

I outfit all these farmers.

- Step right in back and try 'em on.|- Thanks.

Will.

Hey, Will.

You're thirsty, ain't you, Chris?

- Will! Who's tendin' bar round here?|- Comin' right in.

- How is it?|- Good enough.

- How much do I owe you?|- Now, let's see...

Pants, a dollar. Two shirts, 60 cents.

Belt...

Young man, you owe me|two dollars and two bits.

What's the matter, son?|You look kinda pale.

Been a long time since|I got store-bought clothes.

Money don't go very far these days.

A new sodbuster?

Thought I smelled pigs.

- Anything else?|- Got any soda-pop?

I sure do. I wish more men|around here would drink it.

- In my bar, in there.|- Thanks.

Will! Let's keep the smell of pigs|out from where we're drinking.

- Bartender.|- What can I do for you?

Do you have any soda-pop?

Are you gonna get him out|or do I have to?

Let me take him, Chris.

What'll it be?

Lemon, strawberry or lilac, sodbuster?

You speaking to me?

I don't see|nobody else standing there.

Here, have some of this.

Smell like a man.

Don't it smell better in here, Grafton?|Chris just fumigated a sodbuster.

Just take it easy.

I was just asking about sody-pop,

pigs and taters|and one thing and another.

Which one of them tater-pickers|are you working for?

Or are you just|squatting on the range?

Joe Starrett, if it's any of your business.

Supposing I make it my business?

Here's your soda-pop, mister.

Now you and your soda-pop|get outta here and stay outta here.

And don't come back!

Did you see that, Rufe?|Chris just put the run on a sodbuster.

That's it. Keep 'em on the move.

Warm it up for you?

It's getting so I don't like|to ride at night.

Let's hope the meeting starts...

- Is Shane going to be at the meeting?|- Mr Shane. Yes, I suppose so.

We all know why we're here.

Ryker's war-party's|been around to see all of us.

I'm here to tell you,|I ain't leavin' now or any other time.

Start with you, Axel. What do you say?

Well, Joe, you see...

I know what I want to say.|Start with me.

Ernie, we're gonna hear|everybody in turn. Go ahead.

Most of you don't know Shane.

- Shane, this is Yank Potts.|- Howdy.

- Fred Lewis here.|- I seen you in town.

Ernie Wright here, and Ed Howells.

- And Johnson.|- Howdy, Shane.

- See anybody else coming?|- No.

- We're waiting for Torrey.|- How far is Ryker gonna push us?

Let's not talk scared,|that's what Ryker wants.

He thinks he can shoo us off|like a flock of chickens.

Here's Torrey.

- Hello, Reb.|- Hello, Yank.

About time you showed up.

That's enough out of you, Yank.

- And you, too.|- All right. Cool off, Stonewall.

Shake hands with Shane, there.|Shane's working for me.

Shane. Oh, yeah...

I heard about you, at Grafton's.

Go on, Joe.

Well, Stonewall, it's like this...|Leaving Ernie out, maybe,

we've all agreed we're gonna stick.

Now you're whistling.|Ain't nobody pushing me off my claim.

- I think you all know that I'm staying.|- I, too, will stay.

I'll string along,|leastways till the shooting starts.

There ain't but seven of us,|if it comes to a fight.

- Him.|- That's eight.

- Can't count on him.|- He's proved that much.

Watch what you're saying.

Shane can tell you what happened|with Ryker's man, Chris.

They're talking about Shane!

What is this, Shane?

Let him say.

- Lewis seen and heard it.|- He let Chris buffalo him at Grafton's.

Fred, I told Shane|to stay away from trouble.

- Let's finish the story.|- He didn't. Shane didn't let him do that!

This Chris went around bragging|he put the run on a sodbuster.

Shane, you don't have to leave.

I figured you could talk freer|if I weren't around.

It's too late to finish this now.

- He didn't, did he?|- Joey, I want you to go to sleep.

- It's all right, everything's all right.|- Shane isn't going away?

No, he isn't. Now, get back into bed.

Stay there.

- Shane.|- Shane!

- I know you ain't afraid.|- It's a long story, Joey.

I think we know...

...Shane.

Don't stand in the rain.|You'll catch your death of cold!

So, on Saturday, we'll get together|and go into town for our supplies.

That's a good idea.|There's some strength in a whole bunch.

I don't need no bodyguard.|I'll put on my.38 and go when I please.

- Joey.|- Yes?

Don't get to liking Shane too much.

Why not?

I don't want you to.

- Is there anything wrong with him?|- No.

- Then what, Mother?|- He'll be moving on one day, Joey.

You'll be upset,|if you get to liking him too much.

- Marian, you're pretty enough, come on!|- I'm coming!

I wish she'd hurry so we could get going.|I don't like this business.

Get in the wagon, son.

One thing a married man has|to get used to is waiting for women.

- Hurry up, Ma!|- Here she comes.

- Good afternoon.|- Hello.

Sometimes the waiting is worth it.

Take care and get a woman|worth waiting for.

Water's good.

Think I can get ready|as quickly as you?

Hold your horses, we wanted|to see how pretty you were.

Come on here.

All set?

Come on, girls!

- Hello!|- Morning.

- Are you all set?|- Reckon we are.

- Hello, Marian!|- Where's Stonewall?

He got thirsty and went on in.|Said he had business that couldn't wait.

I got to stay and mind the girls.

- Bye!|- Bye!

- Come on, Red.|- Bye, Marian!

Stonewall, what are you doing?|We agreed to come together.

I had a little business to attend to.|We can't buy a drink.

Get down off that horse.|You're acting like a darn fool.

A whole bunch came in. They brought|their women to protect them.

- My jars come yet?|- Howdy, Starrett. What can I do you for?

My, my, my...!

What will they think of next?

Susan!

- Did you bring your mother's list?|- Yes, Pa.

Get the coal oil can from the wagon.

My woman want we get together|on the Fourth of July.

We make big celebration,|don't we, Marian?

Fine, that's just what we need.

It's Joe Starrett's anniversary,|the Fourth of July.

- We'll have a big party.|- Mr Grafton...

Have you got gunpowder|for the fireworks?

- How about some of those jellies...?|- We'll talk about that later.

- What do I get for the empty?|- The usual.

- Thank you.|- Give the bottle to Will.

I need some white flour, Mr Grafton,|and four pounds of coffee.

Joey.

- Let me take it in.|- You come, too, Shane.

Thank you.

Well, now looky here what we got.

That's one of the new ones.|They call him Sody-Pop.

- Deal me out.|- What's the matter, Pete?

Just say I'm superstitious, that's all.

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