The Rare Breed Page #6

Do you feel sprightly enough

to run off again?

I'm through running.

I'm going to find me my own place.

That sounds easy when you say it,

but is not.

Life out here is hard, laddie.

Yeah, well, don't do anything

to make it any softer.

What are you referring to?

Like maybe you could build

some sheds for the stock...

and lay in some winter feed

and repair this godforsaken place?

You've been listening

to that wee lassie.

You bet.

And is the first sense I've heard

in all this part of Texas.

I'm serving tea at 4:00

this afternoon.

You may bring Miss Evans

if you care to.

[Door closing]

The master will join you presently.

My, aren't we formal.

[Bagpipes playing]

A Highland officer?

You do not recognise me in uniform,

do you, Jamie?

No, you couldn't.

You were only a wee lad then.

Is the first time I've scraped

my face since I left my regiment.

Would you care to pour, Mrs. Evans?

Estaban has made us some scones.

He's quite a good cook.

Estaban, you scoundrel.

I thought you were 100 years

older than Sam.

Approve of the change, do you?

The trouble with appearances,

Mr. Bowen...

is while beauty is skin deep...

meanness runs all the way through.

Whas that you're saying?

She's saying

that bagpipes and tea...

don't erase the way

you've treated Jamie.

I did the best I could, lassie.

And I could not help it if he

did not have a mother's tender care.

All these years

you've hardly ever spoken to him.

It does not suit my purpose

to discuss the past.

- You mean my mother?

- Aye.

Now, what could I have

said to you, Jamie?

She was ailing when you were born...

and she died.

And all the words in the world

cannot bring her back...

or your husband.

Mistress Evans...

you've captured my entire fort

and all of its inhabitants.

You've got them eating

out of your wee hand.

Aye, is true.

Now you've made attachments here

yourself, dear lady.

To Jamie

and to the schoolchildren...

I just wish... I mean...

I've been hoping that you could

find it in your heart to...

make a similar attachment to me.

[Soft instrumental music]

Given a wee while, of course.

I wouldn't want to rush you.

And I want you to think about

making your home here in Texas.

You and your lassie.

She likes it here

by the looks of things.

What I'm trying to say...

is that could be such a grand life

for us all.

It would never be

like Herefordshire.

Aye, and is not

like Scotland, either.

But when I first came here,

I made up my mind...

I was going to accept the land

as I found it.

Thas what you must do

because you cannot change it.

And if you're still thinking

that I'm responsible...

because Hereford cattle cannot

adapt themselves to Texas...

and that I shattered...

that lovely dream you shared

with your husband, thas not true.

You cannot live with dreams.

Is time to stop dreaming

and live for this day...

and the next day.

Time for me to admit

that this is longhorn country...

and that you're its lord and master.

A man in love is not even lord

nor master of himself.

I'd like to change the climate

for you, if I could.

[Tense instrumental music]

What are you looking at, man?

Is that you, Seor Bowen?

No, I'm Bonnie Prince ruddy Charlie.

BOWEN:
What do you want?

JUAN:
I lost touch with him.

BOWEN:
With who?

JUAN:
Seor Burnett.

I could hear him whistling,

but he was gone...

I could not find him.

The snow was too heavy.

Is he lost?

No, seora, maybe he has troubles...

but Seor Burnett is not lost.

Fetch the men. Go on with you.

BOWEN:
Saddle my horse.

JAMIE:
I'll come, too.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

[Wind howling]

[Horse neighing]

[Tense instrumental music]

[Gunshots firing]

[Soft instrumental music]

[Gasping]

I have been wondering for years...

what you were hiding

behind that beard of yours.

I told you before, a man can change.

All right, you've changed.

I'm sure Mrs. Evans approves.

Well, I haven't changed.

That Hereford bull's out here

somewhere and I'm gonna find him.

Do you think you be fit to travel?

Of course I'm fit...

[Groaning]

[Grunts]

SAM:
Quit shoving. I can walk.

Come over here, Sam.

Hilary, get some coffee.

I don't want you to go out there

any more, do you understand?

You think Vindicator's dead, too?

Yes, but that doesn't matter now.

No, I'll do this.

There isn't anything worth

the risk you're taking, Sam.

- There isn't?

- No.

This is longhorn country.

Les face it and be done with it

once and for all.

Well, I'm not done with it.

You planted an idea in me,

Mrs. Evans, and the roots went deep.

I think Vindicator is as good

or better than any longhorn alive.

And come summer, there's gonna be

crossbreed Herefords on this range.

You just wait and see.

Not on this range.

Just because you shaved

and took a bath...

don't be so high and mighty

about everything.

You don't know Hereford stock.

Sam Burnett, I give you

my permission...

to clear the range

of any crossbreed cows you can find.

Take them. They're yours.

But do not worry us

about it anymore.

Is not good for Mistress Evans...

to hear you constantly

dragging up the past.

Besides, I've asked her to wed me.

And she hasn't exactly said no.

Seems to me

like you've broken faith...

with everything

that brought you here.

I've never been a person

to avoid facing facts, Mr. Burnett.

And you should know that.

I was wrong about this country.

And I admit it.

Well, then, your husband

was wrong about Herefords, too.

Yes. All right, yes!

But there are other things

to consider.

There's Hilary and Jamie.

And life must go on.

All right, Alex...

I'll take

the crossbreed Herefords I find...

and I'll build a place for them.

Sam, don't. Can't you see is over?

SAM:
Not for me.

Give him a hand.

He's hell-bent

for disaster out there.

There's no stopping him.

[Sober instrumental music]

[Jamie yelling]

[Ominous instrumental music]

[Gunshot firing]

Jamie, here's Sam.

You're driving them in, huh?

Yeah, a lot of them aren't up to it.

Dad says he can't remember

a worse winter.

We haven't seen much of you, Sam.

How have you been?

I'm fine. Fine.

- Building a place.

- Yeah, Juan was telling me.

Juan, he comes out

every once in a while, lends a hand.

- I'd like to see it, Sam.

- Not till is finished.

I'm working

on the calving pens now. Waiting.

I'll be moving along.

[Neighing]

[Horse neighing]

Whoa, boy.

[Tense instrumental music]

Is Vindicator, isn't it?

A lot of longhorns died, too.

We knew what to expect, Sam.

Now, I want you to tell Bowen.

You tell him that this doesn't mean

there won't be calves.

You tell him that.

You tell them both.

[Solemn instrumental music]

- Hello, Hilary.

- Hello, Sam.

- Juan directed me how to get here.

- Is not hard to find.

Jamie knows it.

He's been out here lots of times.

Yes. Jamie and I aren't

on very good terms at the moment.

I see.

- Could I talk to you for a bit, Sam?

- Sure.

HILARY:
Thank you.

I have some medium-hot coffee

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