The Rare Breed Page #4

in that canyon.

Ill get me all the way to Mexico.

You're getting off right here.

You're crazy, Simons.

Put that gun away.

Start running.

[Tense instrumental music]

- Mother.

- Yes?

- May I ride with you for a bit?

- Of course, dear.

SAM:
Better keep moving along.

Few more miles

and we'll be out of this.

Cattle up in there.

[Horns clacking together]

MARTHA:
Whas that noise?

SAM:
Horns.

Horns?

Cattle horns.

I'll be right back,

you follow along slow.

[Cattle mooing]

- Hi, Jamie.

- Hi, Sam.

- Where are you moving the stock?

- To Dodge.

I'm gonna cash them in

and be my own boss.

Bowen know about this?

Pa might miss the cattle

but he won't miss me.

I figure he owes me something

for my time.

You all alone?

No, Felipe's back there

pushing the drag.

Don't crowd them too much.

- I got some people up ahead here.

- Right.

[Tense instrumental music]

[Horse neighing]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Yelling]

Swing out! They're moving!

[Gunshots firing]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues]

Come on.

Turn that wagon around.

[Yelling continues]

[Hilary screams]

Stay where you are. Get back.

[Gun firing]

[Lntense instrumental music]

Drop your gun right there.

Now I'll take the money

Taylor paid you for the bull.

I haven't got it.

I'll search your corpse

if thas the way you want it.

There'll be no need for that.

I'll give you the money.

How much were you paid

for Vindicator, Mr. Burnett?

SIMONS:
$1,000.

[Tense instrumental music]

I'll take all the money.

What else you got in there?

[Gunshots firing]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

Stop it. Do you hear me? Stop it!

No wonder there's nothing out here.

You're all too busy

killing each other.

Now, Mr. Simons,

I came by my $2,000 honestly...

so you will please

give them back to me.

And then get out of here.

Look out, Martha,

he's still got a gun.

So have I.

No, please. Let him go.

I don't want any killing.

[Gunshots firing]

SIMONS:
Come on. Get up.

[Yelling]

[Horse neighing]

- You killed him.

- He didn't give me any choice.

A man is dead, and this boy is hurt.

All because of your dishonesty.

Thas one way to see it, ma'am.

[Soft instrumental music]

Out. There's the answer.

Take whas due and skin out.

HILARY:
Mother, can't we stop?

It isn't much farther, dear...

and there'll be people there

to look after him.

- You'll be home soon.

- Home?

No. Where's my hat?

[Sweeping instrumental music]

[People chattering]

Estaban. Juan.

Get Jamie inside, he's hurt.

Please, lift him carefully.

Here's Jamie, Alex. He's hurt.

Aye, it doesn't surprise me.

Felipe comes stumbling in...

this afternoon

with a hole in his shoulder.

[Snorting]

Stampede, he says.

MARTHA:
Do you mean you knew your son

was in danger and didn't send help?

Madam, I knew he'd either

make it back alive or he would not.

In this part of the world,

a helping hand comes too late.

Now, what do you want?

What do I want?

Now, you listen to me.

Your son is hurt.

And I want him moved to a warm room.

And then bring me some bandages.

You shut your gob, woman.

Out here is Alexander Bowen

what gives the orders...

and you womenfolk listen

to what I say. Is that clear to you?

You pompous, foul-smelling tyrant.

I want that boy moved

where he can be looked after.

Now, you and you there. Pick him up.

And, Mr. Burnett,

you can certainly help.

Don't just stand there.

Do as she says.

[Soft instrumental music]

He's got a busted arm...

a bunch of cracked ribs,

I don't know what else.

All we can do

under these primitive conditions...

is to keep him down and hope.

I'm sorry about the place.

[Thunder rumbling]

I'll need something for that roof

to keep the weather out.

I've taken care of that.

You have?

I told that Estaban to fix...

Undisciplined and shiftless,

the whole lot of them.

Yes, but we don't know

that about Jamie, do we?

[Banging on door]

You need this, seora?

No, not in here. Up on the roof.

I don't want to catch the rain,

I want to keep it out.

And pass the information

on to those who ought to know...

that cleanliness

is next to godliness.

[Soft instrumental music]

No, we don't know

about Jamie at all.

[Sober instrumental music]

Will they be gone very long?

Maybe four, five days, maybe more.

There is much work to do.

There certainly is.

That woman has taken over my fort.

Right there.

The entire place

stinks of laundry soap.

Madam, if you do not care

to get snowed in...

I suggest that you hitch up

your wagon and head for Dodge.

I don't intend to head for anywhere

until Jamie recovers.

I'm glad to hear it.

[Dog barking]

He's feeling better

if you care to know.

And furthermore, we can't leave...

until you understand

how to take care of Vindicator.

Now, tomorrow, I would like

to go out and select some cows.

- Select?

- Yes, for breeding purposes.

Madam, out here

is the fit that survive...

and if that creature of yours

cannot select his own cows...

he is not fit to live here.

I think it may be a good idea

if you take a wee peek...

at some of these

prospective brides...

you're figuring to match up

with that Hereford of yours.

- Thas precisely my intention.

- Good.

You come on the morrow...

and I'll hunt up a longhorn cow

for you...

and then you'll see for yourself

why I think that bull of yours...

will not be the father of a calf.

It won't be exactly the kind of

a hunt you'd expect, ma'am.

- Here, can I help with this?

- No, thank you, Mr. Burnett.

They're clean.

I'd like to keep them that way.

[Soft instrumental music]

- Beef stew?

- Chicken broth.

Snake broth, gopher broth,

anything but chicken broth.

When do I get to eat?

- I can do that.

- Do it then.

- Sure would like something to chew.

- Chew the spoon.

Hey, you're touchy this morning.

Your father's back.

He goes off for a whole week

without saying goodbye...

then doesn't even stop in

to see how you are.

Whas between you two?

You snarl and growl at each other

like two wounded animals.

Is always been like that.

- But why?

- Hilary, don't get involved.

Don't get involved?

Jamie Bowen, if you didn't have

enough broken bones...

I'd certainly

add to your collection.

I'm surrounded by stubbornness.

Sam, Mother, your father,

and now you.

The only one I can talk to

around here is Vindicator.

I hate family mysteries.

Why does it have to be that way?

I don't know!

If I knew, I'd tell you,

but I don't.

[Soft instrumental music continues]

- I'm sorry.

- Thas all right.

You're gonna stay around until I'm

back on my feet again, aren't you?

Maybe even a little longer.

Hilary, we're going out

to select some cows tomorrow.

Jamie, how are you?

Fine, Mrs. Evans.

I just had the best chicken broth

you ever tasted.

But if you find a loose cow

and could slip it past Hilary...

I'd eat it horns, hooves,

hide, everything.

[Lively instrumental music]

[Dogs barking]

[Men yelling]

[Longhorn bellowing]

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