The Rare Breed Page #3

all sorts of supplies and horses.

Yes, of course.

But that won't take very long.

I've asked the baggage man

to take our things to the hotel.

So we'll wait there for you.

Ma'am, I don't think you ought

to be so dead set on this trip.

But I am dead set.

So les not waste the day in talk.

[Cheerful instrumental music]

HILARY:
One of them say

it was a shady deal all round.

- Mother, you haven't been listening.

- Of course I have, dear.

HILARY:
We should go to the Sheriff...

and have Mr. Burnett thrown

into the hoosegow.

- The what?

- The jail, jug, old Bailey.

Why on earth should we do

a thing like that?

Because they plan

to kidnap Vindicator...

and Mr. Burnett

is in cahoots with them.

What is this cahoots?

It sounds awful.

Conspiracy. Anyway,

he said he'd meet them in the pub.

It has something to do

with that Mr. Taylor.

Hilary, Mr. Taylor is an Englishman.

So was Captain Kidd. Come on.

If we can find them, I'll show you.

[Music playing]

SAM:
Wait a minute, Simons,

you go out on that street...

and we'll all go to jail.

Give us another drink.

I don't want your whisky.

Come on, Mabry.

I'm not letting those women

ride away with that bull.

We're going straight through

Taylor's place.

I'll stake that bull

out at Sand Creek.

You come in at night and take him,

I'll say he strayed off.

You're just gonna stir things

up here.

You bet I am.

You two women go over to the wagon.

I've got a little business

to attend to here.

I'll be with you directly.

Does that look

like a conspiracy to you?

The thieves have fallen out.

I'm giving the orders here, Simons.

I said, quit it.

[Screaming]

Just look at that.

[Women screaming]

Those ruffians.

Stop this at once.

This is too much. Drop that gun.

How dare you hit that man.

He was gonna shoot me.

Now, really, Mr. Burnett, you have

a predisposition to violence...

- of which I heartily disapprove.

- Yes, ma'am.

Now, les be on our way

before you cause more trouble.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Come along, Hilary.

[Amusing instrumental music]

SAM:
Excuse me, ma'am, you're on my hat.

I see what

you're up against, all right.

Sand Creek, day after tomorrow.

And that bull better be there.

Very well, Mr. Burnett,

if you are ready.

That horse is

a little hard to handle, ma'am.

If you can't ride,

maybe you'd better stay here.

We have ridden on occasion,

Mr. Burnett.

Haven't we, Hilary?

[Neighing]

[Adventurous instrumental music]

Just one thing, ma'am...

if you're dead set

on making this trip to Texas...

you're going the wrong way.

Thank you, Mr. Burnett.

- You are a very capable guide.

- I can tell north from south.

Now, if you'll just...

[Martha laughing]

SAM:
Where you been, ma'am?

I was about to go out

and look for you.

The only thing I concede

is that you had the better horse.

SAM:
We'll swap off and do it again.

Thank you, Sam.

Hilary, would you like to ride

a little while?

No, thank you, Mother.

I'll just drive along...

just drive while you two consort.

Really, Hilary, do you call

an innocent canter consorting?

No, but I call

a half-a-day gallop a romp.

[Amusing instrumental music]

[Serene instrumental music]

MARTHA:
What do you think now,

Mr. Burnett, of Vindicator's ability to travel?

He's doing all right.

As well as a longhorn,

would you say?

Is hard to say.

In winter, the cattle have to travel

a good bit looking for feed...

and in summers, every once

in a while there's a drought.

A few wells and catch basins

would solve that problem.

Alex Bowen's not gonna change...

the countryside

to accommodate one bull.

Mr. Bowen cannot stop progress.

One day this whole range...

will be occupied by

white-faced Hereford cattle.

You'll see it happen.

SAM:
I hung onto his horns,

and that fool steer ran a mile...

me flapping like laundry

in a high wind.

Finally, he stopped,

and looked at me real sorrowful...

and then he just flopped down,

disgusted.

And you were only 16?

And from that time on,

they took to calling me Bulldog.

From what I saw, things don't seem

to have changed very much.

Here, I'll get you some more coffee.

[Gunshots firing]

[Tense instrumental music]

- You all right?

- Yes, and you?

If anyone's interested,

Vindicator and I are all right, too.

Musve been a stray shot.

Funny that a stray shot should

just happen to hit our coffee pot.

Now, Miss Hilary, don't start

dreaming up any more trouble.

I think we'd better all turn in.

Got to be up before daybreak.

Come on.

I'll take care of Vindicator.

[Whistles patriotic tune]

[Bull mooing]

Did you fire that shot?

I was just reminding Burnett

to show up at Sand Creek.

I told you once,

and I'm telling you again...

I'll handle this.

Mabry, out here

you ain't telling me nothing.

HILARY:
There's your saddle.

- Thank you. Your mother up?

- No.

I just thought I'd help you

on your way.

Whas gotten into you now?

Come now.

That shot was a signal

from Taylor's men.

You're taking Vindicator to them.

Go on, and good riddance.

You're dead wrong.

I was just gonna get you up.

HILARY:
I just bet you were.

I was and I am.

Time to get up, ma'am.

Come on, roust out.

HILARY:
If you have any decency, you'll go.

Vindicator will be better off

with Taylor...

and my mother can certainly

do without you.

- Hilary. What on earth...

- I know what you're up to.

You've decided to play

Mr. Ellsworth's game.

Mr. Burnett is just like him.

- He certainly is not like him.

- No?

One was willing to buy a bull

he didn't want...

the other to sell one he didn't own.

Is just the same.

Only this time, you don't care.

You can't see it

because you don't want to.

Sam, is there any truth in this?

Mother, I know what I heard.

I'm just telling you

I got up to get an early start.

What you heard in Dodge

doesn't have anything to do with us.

You're calling me a liar.

I'm just saying

that you misunderstood something...

and imagined more.

I suppose I only imagine...

that you're trying to win

my mother's affections?

Hilary, that question

is most certainly not to the point.

Is the whole point, Mother.

And Mr. Burnett knows it.

Vindicator is

going to be delivered to Alex Bowen.

And the sooner we move,

the sooner we'll get there.

Very well, Sam. Les move.

[Sober instrumental music]

SAM:
All right, hold up.

Give me the axe behind the seat.

Wire.

They'll wire the whole world.

Telegraph wire...

barbed wire.

This must be private property.

There's always been free passage

across this range.

Taylor may own these sections,

he's got no right to wire them.

Do you mean that we're going

onto Taylor's ranch?

We're leaving it.

All right, Martha,

bring the wagon through.

SAM:
Les make time.

MARTHA:
Are you satisfied now, Hilary?

I am.

They ought to be moving

into Bosquo Canyon about now.

Burnett had no intention of stopping

at Sand Creek.

We better go tell Taylor.

SIMONS:
You're all through telling, Mabry.

There's $3,000 waiting for me

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