Hacksaw (1971) - full transcript

A girl goes on vacation to the mountains where she finds a wild horse named Hacksaw. With a little help she captures the stud and it doesn't take long until the man who helped her starts wagon racing, since Hacksaw refuses to have any man or woman on his back.

♪ Way up in the

Canadian Rockies

♪ Where the wind and the

furs and the cedars

♪ And the junipers

whistles down the draw

♪ Here in a place

you have seen

♪ Lives a wild horse

and he's so mean

♪ People who know and love

him call him Hacksaw

♪ Hacksaw

♪ Hacksaw

♪ He's so bad he

can chew up nails

♪ Makes his supper

on grizzly tails

♪ Everyone who tries

to ride him fails

♪ That's why they

call him Hacksaw

♪ Hacksaw, keep moving, son

♪ Stop now and

your freedom's done

♪ They're on your trail, so

you better be on your way

♪ Hacksaw, they'll never quit

♪ Till you feel the

spurs and taste the bit

♪ They'll be on your

trail till they track

you down someday

♪ His family is all

of God's creatures

♪ He's gentle and kind,

love is on his mind

♪ But the devil

is in his craw

♪ There ain't a cowpoke

can't be throwed

♪ Ain't a horse that

can't be rode

♪ And the feller who said that

never heard of Hacksaw

♪ Hacksaw

♪ Hacksaw

♪ He's so bad he

could chew up nails

♪ Makes his supper

on grizzly tails

♪ Everyone who tries

to ride him fails

♪ That's why they

call him Hacksaw

♪ Them cowboys

come out of the city

♪ Up and down the slopes,

high hopes, long ropes

gonna catch that old outlaw

♪ Well he tried and tried

but it were no use

♪ He led them a chase

like the old wild goose

♪ And all he caught was

a fading glimpse of Hacksaw

♪ Hacksaw, keep moving, son

♪ Stop now and

your freedom's done

♪ They're on your trail so

you better be on your way

♪ Hacksaw, they'll never quit

♪ Till you feel the

spurs and taste the bit

♪ They'll be on your

trail till they track

you down someday

♪ They'll be on your

trail till they track

you down someday ♪

RANCHER: And they

did stay on his trail.

If they hadn't, this whole

story might not have happened.

Now, this is my spread just

outside of Calgary, Canada.

I'm a chuck wagon man.

Racing these wagons

has been my whole life.

My hands and arms

are getting too old

for this game

but my heart and spirit'll

be in chuck wagon racing

just as long as I'll live.

The only thing is that

Tim Andrews will be

holding the lines.

Whoa.

Tim, this is getting a little

rough for me. How

about you takin' over?

You bet.

You got 'em.

(HORSES SNORTING)

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, take 'em away.

Hyah!

Now, that's a four-up

racing team.

I had the wagon and

three good horses but

I needed a leader.

And that's where

Hacksaw will come in.

He's a near-side lead horse.

The one that spells

success or failure for

the whole darn team.

Hacksaw would still be running

free if it hadn't been for

this young flying

cowboy named Tim Andrews.

And even with all of

Tim's horse-savvy,

he needed help of a dude gal

who just happened to be on

a fishing vacation

with her father.

About how much longer before

we get to your pack station?

Oh, another half hour

should put us in

the camp, Mr. Curtis.

That's great.

You see those

specks down there?

Hang on. I'll give

you the 50 cent tour.

You better get

your camera ready.

(NEIGHS)

I got it, I got it.

What a shot. That's

the most beautiful

horse I've ever seen.

You mean old Hacksaw?

(CHUCKLES) I'll tell

you about him, later.

RANCHER: Tim's pack station

is nestled by a remote lake

deep in the back country.

Fishing parties and supplies

are flown in here and

then with the help of

Tim's Sarcee Indian

partner, Cascade Joe,

the guests are taken

by pack outfit to hidden

fishing streams in

the wilderness country.

Tim Andrews' roots were

deeply planted in this land.

He knew it both from

the ground and from the air.

Heya, Tim.

Hello!

Here you are.

Oh, Cascade, this

is Mr. Curtis and

his daughter, Sue.

(HORSES WHINNYING)

SUE: Hey, before you

get too comfortable,

you said when we get into

camp, you'd tell us about

that beautiful wild stallion

we saw this afternoon.

That's right I did.

Well, we call

him old Hacksaw.

He's a wild horse with the

looks of a thoroughbred

and the savvy of a mustang.

Wouldn't it be

great to catch him?

Whoa up now, kitten. This is a

fishing trip not

a wild horse hunt.

You better be thinking

about tying some of

this flies not lariats.

(SIGHS)

RANCHER: In the high

country, breakfast is

a meal that's gotta

stick to your rib.

And Leona, the camp cook

figured out just how many

miles you had to go that day

and then come up with

the right combinations.

TIM: All set?

CASCADE: All set.

Let's go get some trout.

(NEIGHS)

This country was

Tim's backyard.

But a certain brown stallion

called Hacksaw considered

it his country too.

And he kept a distant

watch on all intruders.

Now, hold up here

and check the pack

on this brown horse.

How you doin',

Mr. Curtis?

Fine.

Should be surprised how

much exercise you get

just sitting in the saddle.

You sure don't look

like what I expected of

a north woods guide.

Oh. What did you expect?

I had you pictured as this

grizzled old man with whiskers

and patched up old clothes

that smell like wet campfire.

But you're not

like that.

Disappointed?

No.

But you don't fit the picture

I already had in my mind.

How did you get

in this business?

I just grew up

in it, I guess.

Huntin', fishin',

punchin' cows.

Breakin' horses in

rodeos my whole life.

I did a hitch in

the RCAF and I learned

to fly and I liked it.

So I just figured I'd put all

those things together and

try to make a living at it.

You're all set?

Anytime, Tim.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Aha!

Now I got you, baby. Come on.

MR. CURTIS: Oh.

Ah. Now I got you, baby.

RANCHER: Now maybe there's

no such thing as love at

first sight with horses but,

whatever it was Hacksaw

sure was interested

when he scented the

presence of the beautiful

golden Twinkletoes.

(WHINNIES)

(SNORTING)

Ahh!

Looks like our Susie's

been fishing a

little too deep today.

I believe I'd switch

to a dry fly tomorrow.

I'll tell ya one thing about

her, she really tries.

You know, most people

try to reel the trout

into them, not her.

She goes right

in after 'em.

(NEIGHS)

(SNORTING)

(WHINNIES)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Just about anybody can

outsmart a dumb old fish.

And today was

your day, dad.

But never underestimate

the power of a woman.

Tim, I got this great idea,

but I need your help.

Tim?

Hm?

Here you go.

Dad, you wouldn't mind fishing

alone tomorrow would ya?

Great with me, kitten. All you

do is scare the fish, anyway.

Salt and pepper,

please, Tim.

Hey, Tim.

Sure, here you go.

Tim, would

you listen?

I got this

great idea.

Sure what?

Come over here. I'll

tell you about it.

This is the place.

All right, now, I'll

hobble Twinkletoes

while you go and hide your

horse, somewhere out of sight.

Right, chief.

RANCHER: It took a little

doing but Sue halfway

convinced him to try her plan

and it was, uh, sort

of a female logic idea.

Now, you stay here.

Now what?

Oh, Tim could you help

me take the saddle off?

This looks like

the perfect spot.

It sure does.

TIM: Let's get started.

Well, for an outdoorsman

and a guide that's

sure not much of a trap.

Tim, that wouldn't

fool anything.

You know, most of our Canadian

wild horses haven't spent four

years at Vassar.

Now, look I've shown

a little faith in your idea.

Have a little faith in mine.

You wait here while I stash

your saddle with my stuff.

(SUE SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANING)

(CHUCKLING)

And now that you, uh,

now that you know how it

works, what do you think?

Well it feels

like a good trap.

(CHUCKLING)

Let me down.

Hang on.

(GASPS)

(SNORTS)

This is it.

Up here he can't hear us or

see us or catch our scent.

We've got a

grandstand view.

You know, a watched pot

never boils so let's just

relax and get comfortable, hm?

(EXHALES)

(DEEP BREATHING)

(TWIG SNAPPING)

Tim...

What?

I think I hear something.

(TREES RUSTLING)

It's Hacksaw.

It's going

to work.

Shhh.

(WHISPERING) Take it

easy. Don't spook him off.

(ROARS)

Let's get closer.

(BEAR GROWLING)

Are you crazy?

(ROARS)

(GROWLING)

(WHINNIES)

(GROWLING)

(WHINNIES)

(TWINKLETOES WHINNIES)

Oh, no.

There goes Twinkletoes.

(SNORTING)

Tim. Tim, I'm sorry.

Really sorry.

It all seemed so easy.

Now, I've lost

Twinkletoes for you.

Don't worry about

that old Palomino mare.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Hey, cheer up.

(TIM CHUCKLES MILDLY)

Hey, how am I gonna

get out of here?

Don't worry about it.

A good guide is

obligated to furnish

suitable transportation.

(GRUNTING)

Dad. I'd like to stay

over and help Tim find

Hacksaw and Twinkletoes.

Well, kitten, we sure

had a lot of fun

and it's been exciting

but I've got to get back

to New York on business.

I just can't wait over.

However that doesn't

necessarily mean that

you have to come with me.

You're a big girl now.

Kinda think you can

take care of yourself.

Would maybe, uh,

another week do it?

(CHUCKLES)

RANCHER: A week might

seem like a long time but

not when you

spread it out over

a country as big as this is.

Tim covered all the

open spots by air but

now maybe these horses

had sought out a

more secluded area.

We aren't having much luck,

you can't see anything

through those trees.

The only way you cover

this area is on horseback.

RANCHER: The search was

continued on the ground.

The three fanned out

to look for tracks.

The next day they separated

to cover even more territory.

Cascade was an

experienced tracker.

If there are any

signs, he'd find them.

He looked for meadows

with good feed.

But only the elk were here.

The search went on for

the better part of a week.

Up, down and across.

And when the wearied

three finally converged,

Tim called it quits.

Let's get back

before it gets dark.

Twinkletoes and her abductor

seemed to have been

swallowed up by the Rockies.

♪ I ride an old Paint

and I lead an old Dan

♪ I'm off to Montana for

to throw the hoolihan

♪ Gonna feed in the coulees

and water in the draw

♪ Their tails are all ma... ♪

TIM: Don't move.

(SNORTING)

Now, listen closely.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Keep singing.

♪ Ride along little doggies,

ride along kinda slow

♪ The fiery and the

snuffy are rarin' to go

♪ Roll on

♪ Roll on

♪ Roll on

(HORSE WHINNIES)

♪ Little doggies

(WHISPERING) Psst.

Get out of there.

♪ Roll on

♪ Roll on

♪ Roll on

(WHISPERING) Here they come.

♪ Little doggies

♪ I'm through

♪ I'm through

(WHINNIES)

♪ Done sung every

verse that I ever knew ♪

(WHISPERING) Keep playing.

♪ Roll on

♪ Roll on

♪ I'll make up some new ones

till them horses are gone

♪ Old Hacksaw is

headed for our house

♪ Old Hacksaw is

headed for the barn

♪ When Hacksaw steps

into our corral

♪ That son of a

gun will be our'n

♪ Oh, son of a gun

♪ I think it would be great

♪ If Sue would get on the run

♪ And just close that gate ♪

(WHINNIES)

(WHINNIES)

(HACKSAW WHINNIES)

RANCHER: This stallion didn't

react like the usual

wild horse.

It was evident, he'd

been caught before.

Once that rope was on him,

he acted like a broke horse.

Plum gentle.

(WHINNIES)

Well, we got

us a horse.

Cascade, what do you say,

we tie up those mules, huh?

Yes.

He's already shown us

he doesn't think much of our

corrals and fences.

Maybe we ought to put him

in the barn for the night.

Might be lonely. It's his

first night in captivity.

Can't we leave Twinkletoes

in the corral near him?

I'll toss him a flake of hay.

His problems will seem a lot

smaller on a full stomach.

(SNORTING)

(WHINNIES)

Hey, we got company.

Howdy, Tim.

Dusty.

(SNORTING)

(SNORTING)

Mighty neighborly of you

to round up my stock for me.

I've been looking for him

off and on for months now.

TIM: Well, I'm

glad to help.

I know those mules of yours

but I don't figure this

stud belongs to anybody.

He's not carrying any brand.

He's been running loose in

this country for years.

Why Tim, I've rode that

old horse a lot of times.

I've hunted off of him and

moved cattle with him.

Well anybody can tell

he belongs in my string.

TIM: I'll tell you

what we'll do, Dusty.

You just saddle him

and get on him right

here in this corral.

You can ride him out

that gate, he's yours.

Why thank you, Tim. You know,

I think I'll just do that.

(CHUCKLES)

Over here, Cascade.

(SNORTING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

RANCHER: There's a breed

of man in this country

called cowboy.

To him there ain't a

horse that can't be rode.

There's also a breed of horse

called bronc

and to him there ain't

a man that can't be throwed.

Every once in a while

these two come together

and that time was now.

(WHINNIES)

(BRAYING)

(HACKSAW SNORTING)

(GROANING)

(SNORTING)

Well, looks like the

ownership of Hacksaw is

pretty well established.

That's my horse.

Our horse.

Can't let him get

away with that.

Gotta show him who's boss.

Hello, buddy.

You're not gonna ride

him after that are you?

Well, I hope so.

You're crazy.

RANCHER: So you gotta

show 'em who's boss.

That was okay with Hacksaw

just as long as you kept off

his back while showin' him.

Tim figured he was a better

bronc rider than Dusty was.

Might even be a

little tougher too.

This was gonna be a

good time to prove it.

Right in front of Sue.

CASCADE: You got 'em.

Whoa!

C'mon, Tim!

CASCADE: Stay with him, Tim.

That's it!

(GRUNTING)

Oh.

RANCHER: He was a better bronc

rider than Dusty all right.

About eight seconds better.

You shouldn't have let

him get away with that.

Are you going to show

him who's boss again?

Well, we got

ourselves a horse.

Even if I can't ride him.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

RANCHER: Cascade allowed

a day for Tim's hide

and feelings to heal.

Then he thought he

might as well show him

how to get the job done.

Well, he can sure fool ya.

He acts plum gentle.

Oh.

Dusty and Tim just

weren't clever enough

to figure out Hacksaw.

Joe had time to

study their mistakes.

So, now he felt he had the

right combinations necessary

to stay on top of

this tough stud.

Easy boy.

The Sarcee Indians were

noted for their skill aboard

this kind of dynamite.

Easy boy.

Joe hated to show Tim up but

certain pride inside him said

it was no time to stop now.

Okay, Tim.

Let me have him.

When you got on Hacksaw's back

he felt the same way too.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Stay in the buggy!

Atta boy!

Hang on!

Hacksaw now scored a lead.

Three down and

so far none to go.

Well, he's had his

chance to be a saddle horse.

If he won't ride, he'll pack.

Oh, no.

Well, everyone's gotta work

for a living in this outfit.

Not that. Not to a

beautiful horse like him.

It would break his heart.

But his breaking is a

long way from his heart.

C'mon Tim,

I'll give you a hand.

This Hacksaw, he was

really a fooler.

He accepted the pack saddle

with its cinches, breast

collar and breeching.

Even the rattle of

the portable kitchen

didn't bother him.

He actually never

resented man.

Just as long as he

stayed off his back.

But pack trips aren't

taken in corrals,

so Tim gave him

the final test,

out in the open.

Tim didn't have

to teach Hacksaw

anything about handling his

footing in rough country.

But he did need a few lessons

in basic packhorse manners.

Oop.

You don't put the

trees between us, Hack.

You follow me.

What's wrong? What happened

to Hacksaw's shoulder?

Oh, nothing much.

He decided to take a shortcut

between two trees that weren't

quite far enough apart.

Well, you always have to

scratch off a little bark

to make a good packhorse.

You dumb cowboys

are all alike.

You have to bend and break

and boss with brute strength.

You never consider doing

anything a woman's way.

Kindness, and gentleness,

and patience,

and understanding.

Would you be nice if

I got on your back?

RANCHER: So, now it was

ladies' day in Tim's corral.

Maybe Sue had something

that cowboys don't know about.

It ain't gonna take

long to find out.

Tim?

See, he doesn't mind my

being on his back at all.

You're not going to

believe this but Hacksaw

said it'd be all right.

Kindness is a universal

language understood by

all animals,

and most people.

Oh!

(NEIGHING)

Ah.

Tim, that horse lied to me.

He lied!

I agree with you fellas.

He'll make a beautiful

packhorse.

RANCHER: Sue had left

Tim's world of mountains

and forests

and returned to her home

in the east.

Winter crept in

early this year.

The snows blanketed

the higher mountains.

The fall air suddenly

became crisp.

Nature was putting her range

land into cold storage.

This was the signal for

the elk herds to migrate

to the lower valleys.

It was time to haul firewood.

Everybody had to work.

Even Hacksaw.

That oughta be enough

for the first load.

I'll take this back to camp.

Okay, see you later.

(MOTOR STARTING)

That didn't take very long.

Here we are back

for another load.

CASCADE: Well, you sure

don't need that kind of

speed for wood haulin'.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

RANCHER:

And winter did arrive.

In full force.

Hi, Leona.

Hi, Joe. Hi, Tim.

How 'bout some hot soup for

a couple of frozen cowboys?

There's some on the

other stove. It'll be

ready in a minute.

T-R-Nine, T-R-Nine.

This is Seven-Five-X-ray.

Come in T-R-Nine.

Seven-Five-X-ray to T-R-Nine.

I read you now T-R-Nine.

Charlie? Tim, I just got in.

What's up?

Tim, we have a plane down

at coordinates 0-5-1-8-5-7.

Impossible to get into by air.

Can't contact the pilot.

Can you effect a

ground rescue?

Yeah, I know

that area. You know,

it's pretty rough area to get

into this time of the year.

We'll give it a try.

I'll be on my way in about,

oh, 15 minutes.

Thanks Tim.

Seven-Five-X-ray out.

Want me to go in

with you, Tim?

No, I think it's better you

stay here with the radio.

I'll pack my stuff.

You saddle my horse. Oh, uh...

Put that rescue

gear on... On Hacksaw.

Okay.

RANCHER: A horse that has

run loose in this kind of

country and survived

a few of its winters

has a lot of savvy.

And Tim was counting

on this as well as

his stamina and heart.

Hacksaw was now

a gambler's choice.

Tim's horse helped to

break trail for Hacksaw

but the grueling

pull was tiring him.

Every step seemed like 50.

As the snow became deeper,

Tim's horse weakened.

He could no longer

break trail.

Without Tim's weight

he could make it back

down a trail by himself.

Now it was just

Tim and Hacksaw.

T-R-9. This is Snowbird.

T-R-9. This is Snowbird.

Do you read me?

T-X-9 here.

Go ahead, Snowbird.

We found him.

He's alive but in bad shape.

I think you better get a

doctor and a rescue vehicle.

We'll meet you at Goose Creek.

10-4 Snowbird.

We'll be heading back

in a few minutes.

Snowbird clear.

RANCHER: Tim knew a shortcut

to Goose Creek and it would

save valuable hours.

If they could get to the

crest and Hacksaw had

enough strength left

then maybe his plan would

work and the wounded man

would have a chance.

Well, this is where he said

he'd meet us, Jim, but there's

no sign of him yet.

Just lots and lots of snow.

Why don't we wait

inside and keep warm?

(PANTING)

RANCHER: Hacksaw's short

wait at the top of the crest

gave him a breather.

He was gonna need it.

Hold on

a little longer, fella.

It won't be long now.

Whoa.

You all right, Tim?

Yeah, and I'll tell

you something,

This is a pretty good horse.

RANCHER: In the

Canadian northwest,

winter had many faces.

One day she could bring

tragedy and suspense,

the next a tranquil beauty.

During these months, Tim

Andrews worked for the

provincial government's

fish and game department.

His duties were many but

most important, he checked

the migration of game herds.

Made rough counts on 'em.

Even checked the

predators who followed.

With winter's changing mood

there came a time for fun.

Nothing in this country

stopped as long as you

could do it on skis.

(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)

(DOGS BARKING)

There was all kinds

of competition

but the kids with the toughest

hides liked skijoring best.

But Tim came here for

one special reason.

The cutter races.

He figured Hacksaw was

up to a new test

and they might as well

have some sport trying.

There was another feller

here for the same reason.

Tim's old friend, Dusty Trent.

Who hadn't been beaten

in sled racing for years.

(SCREAMING)

Tim had invited Sue

out for the festivities

and a chance to see

Hacksaw in action.

It didn't take too

much coaxing to get

her on a plane either.

I guess she kind of

felt like she had a

stake in Hacksaw's career too.

Gee, it was great

to get your wire, Tim.

Well, I'm glad you

could make it. So,

have you had breakfast?

Uh-uh.

Well, come on then, let's go.

Thanks for the breakfast, Tim.

For a little girl,

you sure eat a lot.

I'm dying to see Hacksaw.

Why don't you go on over

to your motel and change?

Meet me in the field

by the rodeo grounds.

Watch us warm up.

How's he working, Tim?

You'll see.

Hey, Tim, wait for me.

(SNOWMOBILE BACKFIRING)

Whoa! Steady, steady!

Hi.

What the heck's the

matter with you?

What?

Can't ya turn that

darn thing off?

I can't hear... What?

I said, can't you turn...

Never mind, never mind.

Check your speedometer to

see how fast we're going.

Oh, no!

(SCREAMING)

Whoa! Whoa.

TIM: Are you all right?

Next time you want me to

clock your racehorse,

get me a stopwatch!

(TIM LAUGHING)

You brat.

ANNOUNCER: Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen

and welcome to the

Big Winter Carnival.

Relax, keep warm

and have a good time.

Cutter racing is a

big winter sport

and in many parts of the west.

Kinda helps to shorten

up the long winters.

There's a lot of jackpot

racing, where the boys

run for their own money

and a few towns like ours

who put up some big purses

to get the good ones in.

These events get pretty

hot and heavy

so please stand back,

relax and have a good time.

(STARTING BELL RINGING)

(JOCKEYS YELLING)

RANCHER: Cutter races

are mostly run in pairs.

But the big championship

race this year would

be for singles.

I'm always on the lookout

for good horses so I never

miss these cutter races.

It's a good thing because

this is when I first spotted

Tim Andrews and Hacksaw.

Now, don't worry about me.

Just get Hacksaw ready.

See you after the races.

Good luck.

(STARTING BELL RINGING)

(JOCKEYS YELLING)

(CROWD CLAPPING AND CHEERING)

You boys all set?

Whoa.

Why, look who's here.

TIM: Hello, Dusty.

And he's got ol'

Hacksaw with him.

I thought we'd give you

a little run for your money.

I reckon a little competition

might do me some good.

That's just what

you're gonna get.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, you do that.

(PROMPTING HORSE)

(JOCKEYS YELLING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: And now for our

big special event.

The one we've all

been waiting for.

The single horse cutter race.

Our top local boy,

Chuck Daniels driving

Antelope Annie.

Chuck will be driving against

two boys from up north.

Dusty Trent, a top driver

driving Alberta Lad.

Dusty always shows

up with a fast horse

and you can bet he won't

be afoot today either.

Our third driver

is Tim Andrews.

A newcomer to

our cutter races.

Driving a horse

called Hacksaw.

RANCHER: I couldn't keep

my eyes off that big stallion.

He had a breedy look about

him that you just don't see

too often around these parts.

And I wondered

if he could run.

Go!

(CROWD CHEERING)

C'mon, Hacksaw!

Move over, get outta my way!

TIM: Move over!

C'mon, Hacksaw!

(CROWD CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: The winner is

Dusty Trent and Alberta Lad.

RANCHER: That judge must

have been blind not to see

why Hacksaw got beat.

And I'd seen enough to know I

was interested in that horse.

SUE: Tim.

Can't win 'em all.

Hey, Pete, toss a blanket

over him, will ya?

Hacksaw, you sure tried.

No apologies.

We'll just have to

learn to outsmart that

kind of competition.

CASCADE: Say, Tim. Feller

here wants to talk to ya.

Excuse me, Sue.

I'll be right back.

Don't worry Hacksaw.

Tim, you remember Mr. Farrell.

Oh, sure. How're you doing?

Good to see you again, Tim.

Excuse me.

Surely.

That was a great

race out there.

And I saw what

really happened.

Huh, you run into all kinds of

people in the horse business.

Yeah, but I was watching

you and that stallion

and I think you're just

what I've been looking for.

Now, I'm talking about

chuck wagon racing.

Me and ol' Hacksaw?

Yeah.

Well, he wouldn't know

what it's all about

and neither would I.

Besides, I've never

driven a four-up.

But we can fix all that.

I've been in lots

of chuck wagon races

for lots of years.

Part of my trouble,

too many years.

But I still got a good

rig and three good horses.

And all I need to win is a

good lead horse that's fast

and fearless and tough.

And you got a

horse like that.

Yeah.

The other thing I need is

youth and you got that too.

But chuck wagon racing

is big time and there's

lots of money in it.

So, if you and Hacksaw

wanna throw in with me,

I think we can come up

with a pretty big bundle

of that money.

Now, you think it over

and when the weather clears

you and Hacksaw come

down to my place and

we'll give it a try.

Sounds interesting,

Mr. Farrell. I'll um...

I'll think about it.

Fair enough.

Okay.

Well, thanks for coming, Sue.

When you say hello to your

dad, tell him the fishing

will be great this spring.

Goodbye, Tim.

And take good care of Hacksaw.

RANCHER: The warm Chinook

winds finally arrived and

winter lost her hold.

The icicles made a last

attempt to hang on

but the spring air put

'em outta business.

Seems like about this time

everything in the woods

came alive.

(ROARING MILDLY)

When the grass came up

and the ground was good

for gallopin'

Tim and Cascade hauled

Hacksaw down to my place

for trainin'.

Tim, there's

one other thing

you're gonna need

and that's

an outrider.

Now, he don't have

to be too smart

but he's got to be able

to ride like a wild Indian

and toss that cookin' stove

in that tailgate basket.

Sort of like

basketball, huh?

Only with a...

With a moving basket

and a square iron ball.

Yeah, you got it.

Well, let's

give it a try.

I believe you boys

are ready for

lesson number two.

Get up here.

Come on now,

Hacksaw.

RANCHER: Hacksaw's training

had taught him to

lean into collar

but there's a lot more

to being a lead horse

than just running and pulling.

He's got to maneuver.

Speed without control

never won a chuck

wagon race.

Standing quiet

for a fast start

was most important.

This gives the outrider

time to fire that stove

into raft.

He's also got to

cross that finish line

behind his team.

This year's special race

at the Calgary Stampede

would start on the track

and then go cross-country.

This called

for some special trainin'

for both Tim and Hacksaw.

Fast turns on grass.

This was the secret.

Now a good driver

talks to his horses

right through these lines.

You got to have

the hands for it.

You need strength

with sensitivity.

Everything a driver

asks for is telegraphed

right through these lines.

This year, there would be

different obstacles.

Water would be one of them.

The race starts with

cutting a figure-eight

around the barrels.

Hacksaw had to lead

his team around these barrels.

Knocked-over barrels

mean penalties.

And too many penalties

can cost you the race.

Starting, pulling, running,

turning and speed are

all important.

But the most important

thing was for your

horses to be fit.

This trainin' was for the

big race and they had to

go a grueling distance.

It was going to be

the toughest race

in stampede history.

Tim. Joe.

You boys have

learned everything

that I can teach you.

I think we're

ready for it.

So Tim, why don't you

take the whole shebang

up to your place

and practice just every

chance you get?

'Cause that big,

special stakes race is

comin' up in July,

and I fully expect

to meet you there

in the winners' circle.

You heard that,

didn't you?

RANCHER: Tim's pack station

was now headquarters for

his racing team.

Okay, Cascade,

turn him loose.

Okay.

RANCHER: The training of

Hacksaw and company

never let down.

Tim took my advice

and got in his road work.

Slow miles,

but important miles.

Now the team was

handling as one unit.

The wheelers kept

the slack out of

the traces,

and the leaders were given

enough head so they'd move out

free and easy.

In any form of competition,

there's always a scout

for an opposing team.

Dusty Trent was that guy.

As a top racing driver

himself, he kept a close

watch on his competitors.

TIM: Whoa!

Howdy?

Albert, you got

my stuff ready?

You bet!

That looks like

a pretty fair outfit.

I wonder what kind of

a driver he really is.

What do you say,

we try him, Earl?

Good idea.

Just hand me

that rifle.

(CLICKS)

♪ You take a horse ♪

(GUNSHOT)

♪ Or two

Handsome people

Nothing better to do

♪ And it don't matter

♪ The time or place

♪ Somehow or another

♪ You got a horse race

♪ What about the young'uns?

♪ They say

♪ Watchin' 'em horses

♪ Lead 'em astray

♪ They get excited

♪ Forget their place

♪ That's the danger, friends

♪ In a horse race

♪ And even grown-ups

♪ Sometimes

♪ Forget what's proper

♪ And think up crimes

♪ Wind up in prison

♪ Or in disgrace

♪ And it all starts, friends

with a horse race ♪

(HOOVES GALLOPING)

♪ Is there an answer?

♪ I don't know

♪ Some say it's hopeless

and maybe that's so

♪ This world's too busy

and too fast of pace

♪ And it's no better, friends,

than a horse race

♪ So give me water

♪ When I'm dry

♪ I'll take mother

♪ And apple pie

♪ Let's keep old Dobbin

there in his place

♪ Hitched to the plow

not in a horse race ♪

(ENGINE STOPS)

Howdy?

Hiya.

Looks like you're

having trouble, stranger.

All the trouble

a man needs.

You know, I'll tell you

what we can do.

Let's take that horse

out of there and

tie him up.

And I'll give you

a lift downtown.

I can't do that.

He's a stud.

He's the meanest

tiger on Earth.

He'll fight anything

that comes near him.

Oh, yeah?

Hmm.

You know,

I got a good friend,

just over that hill.

Tim Andrews.

Let's go over

and see if we can

leave your horse there.

Then you get

your truck fixed.

That's good.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

DUSTY: Hello there!

Anybody home?

Hey, Tim!

Go.

(GRUNTING)

Is anybody home?

Hey, Tim!

STRANGER: Hey, Dusty.

Are you sure

this all right

with your friend?

Well, sure, it's all right.

Tim's got a great,

big heart,

and a real little brain.

(CHUCKLES)

(NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(NEIGHING)

(NEIGHING)

(BOTH HORSES

NEIGHING AND GRUNTING)

(NEIGHING)

(NEIGHING WILDLY)

(GRUNTING)

(NEIGHS)

Hey, Tim!

Looks like

we got troubles.

RANCHER: It didn't take

Tim and Cascade long to

figure out what happened.

Telltale marks of an intruder

are always a lot more obvious

in the back country.

Hoof prints

pounded into the dirt.

Sorrel horse hairs

on a broken rail.

These all told a story.

You don't have to

be an expert to know

what went on here.

RANCHER: It was easy

for Tim to follow

the trail at first

but it got tougher

with time and distance.

And time was running out.

The big chuck wagon race

of Calgary was coming up

and we didn't have

a lead horse.

Cascade and Tim checked

all the shaded areas.

Even better at findin' animals

in distress are the ravens.

Tim and Cascade studied

their flight patterns.

(RAVENS CAWING)

When animals

are wounded or sick

their natural instinct is

to hole up somewhere.

Now, Hacksaw was badly hurt.

He might be down.

If he'd lost blood

and was weak,

he'd stay hidden.

As the search wore on, the

race seemed less important.

Tim admitted to himself

that he'd just settle for

getting Hacksaw back.

(CLANGING)

Over here.

What's the matter?

Aren't you feeling good?

You haven't

finished off your grain.

Huh.

RANCHER: Hacksaw had

survived in the wilds before

and understood

the human ways of nature.

To him, survival

meant good grass,

clean air and cold water.

When Hacksaw's bruised body

stopped achin'

he came out in the open.

This big country was his home.

He knew all its streams

and grasslands.

All the havens where

a horse could live in peace.

But the better he felt,

the more restless he became.

He had a new home now

and new ties.

He had an urgency to return.

(NEIGHING)

(NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(NEIGHING)

Hacksaw, you old

lop-eared rascal.

(SNORTING)

He showed up

in the nick of time.

Calgary, here we come.

(WHOOPING)

RANCHER: Calgary is billed

as the greatest outdoor

show on Earth.

And I really believe it is.

The preliminary chuck wagon

races touch off a spark

that blasts the whole show

off to an exciting pitch.

Practically everybody in

the Dominion of Canada

gets stampede fever.

People come

from all over the world

to join in the excitement.

Sue and her father

felt they had a stake in

the big race too.

And it didn't take long

for them to catch the fever.

Chuck wagon racin'

was the big event here.

But the stampede has

a championship rodeo,

parades, livestock shows,

carnival on the midway

and a week of Indian pow-wow

with tribes from

all over Western Canada.

Wayne, take the horses

on the other side.

I'll be right there.

SUE: Hey, Tim!

Hey, Sue!

Mr. Curtis,

welcome to Calgary.

Nice to be back, Tim.

Had a nice trip?

Wonderful.

Sure did.

Good.

Hi, Cascade.

Hi!

It's good to

see you again.

You're lookin' good.

Are you sure Hacksaw's

ready for this race?

Is he all right?

Well, he's tough.

He's plenty tough.

We just won't know

how tough until he

gets in that race.

That's right.

You know, we all have

a personal interest

in this horse.

We wouldn't miss this

for the world.

Excuse me, folks.

I'm gonna harness up.

RANCHER: Chuck wagon racing

has its own rules

and regulations.

All competing wagons have to

weigh in at not less

than 1,325 pounds.

All rigs have to have

standard running gear.

There are even regulations

for width and height.

The association

has official judges

to pass on all entries.

Here, Bill. Hold this

while I grease it up.

When I pick up the wagon,

you put the wheel on.

You really think

you can lift that?

Lift it? I just

might turn it over.

RANCHER: With all the

preliminary races over,

time was drawing near

for the big race and

this is what we came for.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and

gentlemen, The Westernaires.

(HOOVES GALLOPING)

(APPLAUDING)

(NEIGHING)

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

And now, ladies

and gentlemen,

for the event

you've been waiting for.

The finals of

the chuck wagon races.

This year it's different.

It's the big, special

race of the stampede

with the wagons using

only one outrider.

And for the first time,

the wagons will

leave the arena,

race pell-mell

over cross-country

and then return to

the arena track, for the

wild and exciting finish.

Okay, here they come

on the track for the start.

Moving up into

their barrel positions,

Norm Dutton has drawn

barrel number one.

At barrel number two,

it's Don Weldon.

There's Dusty Trent

moving into number three

barrel position.

And Tim Andrews is

at the number four

barrel spot.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

ANNOUNCER:

And there they go!

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES

INDISTINCTLY)

Whoa, steady!

(CROWD GASPS)

Oh, Dad.

Cascade's hurt!

He'll be all right.

ANNOUNCER: He's been hurt

and he's making his mount

back up again.

(RIDERS YELLING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Norm Dutton is going

behind for number three

and Tim Andrews

is ridin' behind

at number four,

as they head into

that first turn.

Ha!

(CROWD CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: Cascade Joe

is comin' up

and has now regained

his outrider's position

as Tim Andrews takes

a slight lead.

Ha!

(ALL CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: The pace

is terrific. They are

heading out the back gate

for the outside course.

Phil Crystal will call it

from the judges' stand

in the field.

Take it away, Phil.

Thank you, Joe.

And that field well bunched

is really pounding.

Those four teams

and four top drivers

are pouring it on,

as they head over the crest

and on to the course.

(RIDER YELLING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(DUSTY YELLING)

(RIDERS URGING)

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Hyah!

(URGING)

And now we'll separate

the men from the boys

out there

as they sweep across

Desperation Flat, heading for

Cudney Swamp.

(CRASHING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

(CROWD GASPS)

(MOCKING LAUGHTER)

PHIL: Dutton's around

in front, okay.

Andrews makes a run!

And Trent with plenty

of ground to make up.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(DUSTY URGING)

PHIL: They're flying!

Around that

final bound, folks!

And now, back to you,

Joe Carbury.

JOE: And here they

come back, into the entrance

skate of the arena track

for the final push.

It's Dutton and Trent,

neck and neck,

Tim Andrews third

by two lengths with

Weldon disqualified.

Dusty Trent is leading and

Norm Dutton is running second,

and Tim Andrews

can't get through.

He's blocked out.

He's having trouble

in that back stretch.

(RIDERS URGING)

Hyah!

Yah!

(URGING)

(BANGING)

(SCREECHING)

JOE: Now, Tim Andrews

tries to pull through

that opening.

Come on, Hacksaw!

JOE: His lead horse

is fighting to get in there.

(URGING)

Sure you win that one!

JOE: Andrews is going

to make it.

He's going to get there!

(RIDERS URGING)

JOE: It looks as though

Tim Andrews is starting

to move on in front.

Is Tim Andrews gonna

get there? He is!

He gets there in time!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Oh, he did it!

JOE: Ladies and gentlemen,

it's official.

Tim Andrews is the winner.

And now, Mr. Ed O'Connor,

President of the Stampede,

will present

the championship trophy.

Congratulations, Tim!

Good race.

Really good race!

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Real good race.

How are you?

Good.

It was a great race, Tim!

I told you I'd get you

in the winners' circle.

Got a little tight there

for a minute.

Yeah.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD CONTINUES CHEERING)

Cascade, that doc's

waitin' for you. You better

get on over to see him.

I'll catch up with you

in a minute.

Oh, okay.

Congratulations,

Tim!

Well, thanks,

Jimmy!

You know, you walk

almost as reckless

as you drive.

First of all, you try

to run me off

that racetrack.

And now you're tryin' to

crowd me plum out of

this rodeo ground.

Dusty, I never tried

to crowd you.

I tried to stay out

of your way,

but you just don't

understand, do you?

Oh, yeah,

I understand.

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(NEIGHING)

SUE: Tim! Joe! Quick!

TIM: Oh, no. Not another

blonde around here.

(GRUNTING)

(NEIGHING)

Joe.

What happened?

It's my trophy

from the big race.

(FOAL NEIGHING)

Sue, why don't

you hop on my horse?

We'll take a little ride

to the other side

of the lake, okay?

Okay.

Figured ol' Hacksaw's

gotta be dog-tired

after that

chuck wagon race.

(CHUCKLES)

RANCHER: Yes, Tim was that

rare breed of cowboy to

never accept defeat.

He had the edge

on Hacksaw now.

He'd show him he could get on

his back and stay there.

Look, he's gentle

as a kitten!

(NEIGHS WILDLY)

(NEIGHING WILDLY)

(GRUNTS)

(NEIGHING)

Oh, no.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Well, you showed him

who's boss again.

You shouldn't

let him do that, Tim.

Can't we just do it

his way from now on?

Uh, I give up.

He's still the best horse

I've ever owned.

You mean, he's the best

horse we've ever owned.

♪ And if I stay a while

♪ We can run and play a while

♪ Don't you think you and I

should have a happy ending ♪