The Sea of Grass Page #2
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1947
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WHO WAITED UNTIL THE COUNTRY
WAS SAFE AND PEACEABLE
ON THE RANGE:
BUT WHEN THAT NESTOR PICKS
LAND LIKE MY BIG VEGA,
WHICH IS 7000 FEET ABOVE THE SEA
WHICH WAS NATURALLY
INTENDED FOR:
GRAZING LAND, AND ALWAYS WILL
BE GRAZING LAND,
WHEN HE WANT TO PLOW IT UP
TO SUPPORT HIS FAMILY
WHERE THERE ISN'T ENOUGH RAIN
FOR THE CROPS TO GROW,
WHEN HE ONLY KILLS
THE GRASS THAT WILL GROW,
AND THEN, WHEN HIS CROPS
STARVE FOR WATER,
SUPPORTS HIS FAMILY
BY KILLING MY BEEF,
AND BECOMES A MAN WITHOU RESPECT TO HIMSELF
AND A MENACE:
TO THE TERRITORY,
THEN I HAVE NEITHER SYMPATHY
NOR CHARITY.
AND IF I KNOW THE TEMPER
OF THE PEOPLE AROUND HERE
WHAT ANDY BOGGS GO IS JUST A SAMPLE OF
TRY IT.
THEY TOLD ME THERE WAS
NO JUSTICE HERE:
AND THAT YOU DOMINATED
THE COUNTRY.
THEY WERE RIGHT.
WELL, WE WON, JIM.
BOYS, I'VE GOT A TRAIN TO MEET.
JIM! JIM!
JIM!
PARDON, PARDON.
JIM, THE TRAIN
BROKE A RECORD.
I'LL MAKE UP FOR THAT LATER.
OH, I WANT YOU TO MEET A FRIEND
OF MINE, DOC REID.
HOW DO YOU DO?
- THIS IS JUDGE WHITE.
HOW DO YOU DO?
- HOW DO YOU DO?
FLOYD McCURTIN.
HOW DO YOU DO?
WELL, WE WON, DIDN'T WE?
WHATEVER IT WAS.
WE HAD TO.
DID WE, JIM?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
WE WON TODAY,
BUT I DIDN'T LIKE
THAT BEAT LOOK:
IN ANDY BOGGS' EYES.
YOU GET ENOUGH MEN LOOKING
LIKE THAT..
WELL, I DON'T LIKE
WHAT I SEE COMING.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
OH, THE DOC-
HE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING.
OF YOU.
AND THAT YOU'RE
GOING TO LIKE ME
AS WELL AS I'M GOING
TO LIKE YOU.
THERE YOU ARE, BOYS,
DO YOU SEE NOW WHY I DID IT?
SURE DO. BUT NOW WE'RE WONDERING
WHY YOU WAITED SO LONG.
COME ON.
SUCH A HURRY, JIM.
6:
00 IN THE MORNING.COME ON. YOU'LL BE THE FIRST WOMAN
IN THE TERRITORY
EVER MARRIED IN HER SLEEP.
WE MADE IT.
WHAT DID WE MAKE, JIM?
WHERE ARE WE?
THE GREATEST PLACE I KNOW.
COME ON.
THERE IT IS.
IT'S ALL GRASS.
YEAH.
WELL, IT'S JUST...
IT'S SO EMPTY,
SO QUIET.
QUIET?
MORE NOISE OUT THERE
I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING.
WELL, YOU HAVE TO LISTEN FOR I BEFORE YOU CAN.
I'M LISTENING, JIM.
WHISTLE OF A SOUND.
THE WIND?
THERE'S A LOT MORE
THAN THAT OUT THERE.
TELL ME, JIM-WHAT?
WELL...
NO, PLEASE TELL ME.
I'LL TRY TO UNDERSTAND.
WHAT DO YOU HEAR
OUT THERE?
WELL, FIRST OF ALL,
I GUESS I HEAR THE BUFFALO.
BUFFALO? BUT THEY AREN' THERE ANYMORE.
THAT'S RIGHT.
OH. WHAT ELSE, JIM?i
INDIANS.
GONE, TOO?
HERDED INTO:
A RESERVATION.
I CAN REMEMBER THE FIRS TIME I SAW HER.
ABOUT ANY SURPRISES, EITHER.
WE JUST CAME OVER THE HILL
AND THERE SHE WAS
SORT OF LYING THERE ALL ALONE.
NOBODY WANTED HER THEN...
EXCEPT THE ANTELOPE AND THE BUFFALO
AND THE INDIANS.
SO WE TOOK HER, AND WE SET HER UP
RIGHT FOR COW COUNTRY.
WE FOUGHT FOR HER.
OUR BLOOD'S SUNK
IN EVERY MILE.
INDIAN BLOOD, TOO.
I'M NOT SO PROUD
OF SOME OF THAT.
MY BROTHER'S OUT THERE.
I SUPPOSE I SOUNDED HARD
TO YOU BACK AT THE TRIAL
AND TO EVERYBODY ELSE.
AND I SUPPOSE IT'S HARD
TO UNDERSTAND:
THAT ALL THAT OUT THERE
IS ANYTHING BUT JUST A LOT OF GRASS
MADE TO ORDER:
FOR FARMING.
BUT NOT TO YOU, JIM?
MADE I AND WANTS IT TO STAY.
AND I MAY BE WRONG
BUT I'VE GOT A HUNCH
THAT HE WANTS ME TO HELP
I KNOW IT'S TOO SOON TO EXPEC YOU TO SEE IT THAT WAY, LUTIE
BUT YOU WILL:
SEE IT SOME DAY.
I WANT TO, JIM.
WELL, THERE SHE IS.
THE RANCH.
AND A HOUSE.
HURRY, JIM.
IT'S BETTER INSIDE.
I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING
BETTER THAN SHORTENING.
HERE IT IS.
JEFF, OUR COOK.
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF
RIGHT NOW, JEFF?
I'M THINKING OF
MY SHORTENING.
BANTY, COME HERE.
THIS IS BANTY OUR HORSE WRANGLER.
HOW ARE YOU, BANTY?
I'M FINE, MA'AM.
YOU'RE WELCOME, MA'AM.
THANK YOU. THAT'S A WONDERFUL
WORD, "WELCOME."
GET THOSE BAGS:
WILL YOU, JEFF?
COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU
THE LAYOUT.
FINE. CAN'T WAI TO SEE THE KITCHEN.
SHE'S SURE NICE
TO LOOK AT.
SHE BETTER KEEP OU OF MY KITCHEN.
AND YOU CAN TAKE THEM BAGS IN.
MY...
THIS WILL FIX UP NICELY.
THE STOREROOM?
NO, NO, THIS IS THE PARLOR.
THE LIVING ROOM.
DEAR?
WELL, NOBODY, REALLY,
VERY MUCH.
YOU SEE, WE'RE NO HERE VERY MUCH.
I, UH... I SUPPOSE IF THIS STUFF
WAS MOVED OUT OF HERE,
IT EVENTUALLY WOULD GE TO LOOK
LIKE A LIVING ROOM,
WOULDN'T IT?
YES, I SUPPOSE IT WOULD.
I WONDER WHY I DIDN' HAVE THIS STUFF
MOVED OUT BEFORE YOU CAME?
DO YOU KNOW?
NO, I REALLY DON'T.
WELL, I'LL BE DOGGONE,
NEITHER DO I.
I WANT TO SEE:
THE KITCHEN.
IT'S AT THE END
OF THE HALL.
UH, TAKE IT EASY
WITH JEFF.
JUDAS.
MAY I COME IN?
JUST LOOKING AROUND,
I'LL GET RIGHT OUT.
I'D BE MUCH OBLIGED.
LORENZO, I'M WAITING ON THAT CABBAGE.
OH, BISCUITS!
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE?
LOOK LIKE BISCUITS,
GOOD BISCUITS.
TASTE LIKE THAT, TOO.
NOTHING LIKE SOUR MILK AND A BIG OVEN,
IS THERE, JEFF?
BAKING SODA WENT IN FIRST-
YOU CAN TELL THAT.
SHORTENING IN JUST RIGHT TOO...
AND DOUGH ROLLED
JUST ENOUGH.
JEFF, HOW WOULD
YOU LIKE TO HAVE A DOLLAR
FOR EVERY BISCUI YOU'VE MADE?
I'D TAKE A NICKELOF GRASS
AND I'D OWN THE PLACE.
NOT ANYMORE. NOT NOW.
IT'S TOO CROWDED.
A MAN NEEDS ELBOW ROOM.
I WON'T EVEN COME INSIDE YOUR
KITCHEN UNTIL YOU ASK ME TO,
HONESTLY, I WON'T.
SHE ATE ONE. SHE KNEW
WHAT SHE WAS EATING.
TOUGHER THAN WHANG LEATHER.
SHE CAN LIE FASTER
THAN A DOG CAN TROT.
WAIT! WAS YOU
BRUNG UP IN A BARN?
NOW, LISTEN, I DON'T WAN NO REACHING,
NOR EATING WITH KNIFES
NOR DRINKING OUT OF SAUCERS.
THIS HERE WOMAN'S
A LADY.
I'M SCARED.
YOU'RE SCARED?
WHAT DO YOU THINK
UP!
BOYS, THIS IS
MRS. BREWTON.
HOWDY, MA'AM.
THERE.
SIT!
THAT'S YOUR PIECE
RIGHT THERE.
MA'AM...
YES, BANTY?
MRS. BREWTON,
THE BOYS...
WE'VE BEEN
THINKING,
AND IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WAN THAT WE CAN DO,
WELL, WE'D ALL-FIRED GLAD TO.
WELL, UM.. THANK YOU, BANTY.
THAT'S NICE.
ANYTHING, MA'AM.
WELL, I, UH... LET'S SEE...
OH. YOU KNOW THOSE TREES
DOWN BY THE BROOK?
BROOK?
CREEK.
- CREEK? CREEK.
PULL THEM OUT FOR ME.
WHY, SURE, MA'AM,
IF THEY'RE
BOTHERING YOU ANY
WE CAN THROW A ROPE
AROUND 'EM
AND YANK 'EM OU BY THE ROOTS.
OH, NO. NO, I MEAN COULD YOU DIG THEM UP
AND PLANT THEM AROUND THE HOUSE
SO THAT WE COULD
HAVE SOME SHADE?
IT WOULD BE LOVELY TO FENCE IN
THE WHOLE YARD.
FENCE?
WE'LL DO IT,
MRS. BREWTON-
ALL THE ORNERY:
TREES YOU WANT.
WE'LL DO IT.
WON'T WE, BOYS?
UH, SURE WILL.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
GOOD NIGHT, MRS. BREWTON.
GOOD NIGHT.
DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?
NO, NO, NO.
YOU SAID "FENCE. THAT'S A CUSSWORD
ON THE OPEN RANGE.
OH, MY!
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