Shane Page #5

What about the others?

- Shane knows he can work for me.|- The other homesteaders?

Look, be reasonable!

After all, there's just so many hands|in a deck of cards.

- Then, I've got to say no.|- You don't give a man much choice.

How do you feel about it, son?|Would you like to go partners with me?

I don't want trouble with your father.|We don't want anyone to get hurt.

- Joey ain't quite of age, Ryker.|- How about it, son?

Come here, Joey.

I don't want you to be sorry, Starrett.

I'll see you.

What do you make of him?

He's no cow-puncher.

No. He doesn't look the part.

I like Starrett, too,|but I'll kill him if I have to.

- I'll kill him if I have to.|- You mean I'll kill him if you have to.

I can't have any run-in with the law.|You heard Grafton.

Just get Starrett in here.|It wouldn't take much to bait him.

Well, looky here.

Looky here.

Why don't we just gun him|and get on with it?

One's run already.|It won't take much to stampede the rest.

Remember, Wilson, you got|to make this look right to Grafton.

Hey, come here!

Torrey... I wouldn't go over there, Torrey.

Nobody's gonna buffalo me.

- What can I do for you?|- Where do you think you're going?

- To get a whiskey.|- Torrey.

Torrey.

Torrey.

They tell me they call you "Stonewall".

- Anything wrong with that?|- It's just funny.

I guess they named a lot of that...

...Southern trash after old Stonewall.

Who'd they name you after?|Or would you know?

I'm saying that "Stonewall" Jackson|was trash himself.

Him and Lee,|and all the rest of them Rebs.

You, too.

- You're a low-down, lying Yankee.|- Prove it.

No, Torrey!

One less sodbuster.

- What?|- He tried to pull on Wilson.

- Ain't that right, Swede?|- He tried to reach for a...

All right. Get him outta here.

Tell your friends|we'll be waiting for any more

that come in looking for trouble.

You understand that, Swede?

Now get him outta here.

- What happened?|- The sodbuster tried to kill Wilson.

- What's the shooting?|- Sodbuster tried to pull on Wilson.

Lewis!

- Lewis!|- Pa! What's happened?

- Lewis!|- Fred!

Fred!

Torrey, he is dead!

Ryker did it!

I'll go get Starrett.

Shane, we sure enough|earned our keep today.

If they just leave us alone,|we'll make a farm out of this yet.

Somebody's coming, Pa.

- Looks like Shipstead.|- It's Mr Shipstead.

Starrett!

Torrey, he is dead!

Torrey?

Torrey, he is dead!

The new man shot him,|the new man that works for Ryker did it.

I was across the street,|I heard anger in the voices.

The two of them reach for pistols,

but the new man is quick, terribly quick.

One shot, Torrey dead.

- One shot.|- What happened?

We go to town together.|He say it be safe.

It was all quiet. We separate.

Then the anger in the voices, I hear.|Only the anger, not the words.

Ryker's men were all around.

What started it?

I passed Lewis, his missus and Johnson.|They're scared.

- Who saw it?|- Just the Ryker men and me.

Morgan say they wait for any more|who come looking for trouble.

Marian, you get ready.|Mrs Torrey will need you.

Shane, hitch up the team.

What are you going to do, Joe?

- Go to town. I'm gonna see about this.|- You can't go alone.

- Marian, I'm going.|- She's right, Joe.

But the others are all in this,|it's not just you. Wait for them.

- Sooner or later, someone's got to go.|- But not now. Don't you go alone!

The other homesteaders, I think|they run. I think they get out of here.

Here comes Joe Starrett.|Wish he'd tend to his own business.

- What goes on?|- We're going on. I've had enough.

I sure figured you for a better man.

You saw what's happened.|Torrey's dead.

Just gonna pile up your plunder and skip.

Too scared to see Torrey|get a decent funeral.

I don't want him killed. We're going.

It ain't a question|of who stays or who runs.

We gotta see Stonewall|get a Christian burial,

and his wife hear some words of comfort|said over her man.

We'll make sure it's done.

Torrey's already dead.|I don't want it to happen to my man.

Fred, if you ain't at that funeral,|I'll sure take it bad of you.

Well... cemetery hill's|on the way out, Martha...

Shipstead, would you please|lead us in the Lord's Prayer?

Our Father who art in heaven,|hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done|on earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses as we|forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,|but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom,|and the power,

and the glory, for ever. Amen.

He's gonna bite you!

Goodbye, Mrs Starrett, we're going.

Goodbye, Joe. Goodbye, Axel.|Goodbye, John.

Sue, you put the kids in the wagon.

Wait for me, Lewis.|I'm coming with you.

Wait a minute, let's not be in a hurry.|There's one more thing.

Torrey was a pretty brave man.

We'd be doing wrong|if we wasn't the same.

Last time you argued that,|Torrey was alive.

- You want us to stay for more of this?|- We can have a regular settlement.

We can have a town,|and churches and a school...

Graveyards...

You've just got to, that's all.

He wants you to stay for something|that means more than anything.

Your families.

Your wives and kids.

Like you, Lewis, your girls...

...and Shipstead with his boys.

They've got a right to stay here|and grow up and be happy.

It's up to you people|to have nerve enough to not give it up.

That's right. We can't give up this valley|and we ain't gonna do it.

This is farming country, a place|for people to bring up their families.

Who's Ryker to run us|away from our own homes?

He only wants to grow beef,|and we want to grow families,

to grow them good and strong,|the way they were meant to be grown.

God didn't make all this country|just for one man like Ryker.

He's got it though,|and that's what counts.

- Look, look there.|- A fire!

It's Lewis's place.

It's our place.

- Ryker lit it.|- He had no right.

He wouldn't have, if you hadn't left it.

I built it with my own hands.

- Not the girls' room.|- I was getting round to it.

If we stick together,|we can put that place back up.

- Can't we?|- Right.

We'll help you build the room,|Johnson and Joe.

- Shane'll help.|- Yeah.

We'll get the timber|and put it right back up, right?

- Yes, sir! We'll do it.|- Me, too, I'll help.

- You'll do that for us?|- All that, just for us?

Not just for you, Martha,|for all of us in this valley.

Come and help.|Maybe we can save part of that.

- That's the spirit.|- Let's get to the Lewises' place.

Come on, men!

Boss! Looks like Lewis is going back.

Starrett's holding 'em together.

- He could set fire to mine.|- Stay on your ground.

He'll do us like he did Torrey.

- There's a law against killing.|- The law is three days' ride from here.

- You know that.|- What does that leave us with?

- Give me time.|- Who's gonna fight Ryker?

- He knows he's got us on the run.|- You men hang on...

- Hang on?|- I promise something's gonna be done.

But what, Joe?

Leave that to me.|I'll have it out with Ryker.

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