Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 8, Episode 11 - Brush War at Buford - full transcript

♪♪

(bird chirping)

♪♪

(whoops)

(whooping)

(whooping)

Whoa.

Too bad you and your friend

didn't read that sign
back there.

ROWDY:
I don't even know that man.

Yeah, sure,
I suppose you couldn't say



anything else with a gun on you.

Drop that gun!

I said drop it!

COLBY: You don't know
how close you just came

to getting yourself killed, boy.

ROWDY:
Who are you?

Name's Court Buford.
My father owns the Bar B U.

And who's he?

COURT:
Name's Print Wecker.

He's one of Aberdeen's
hired Yankee gunmen.

You're not gonna
let him get away?

COLBY:
You clipped his horns enough

for anything short of murder.

What did he do?



I said, what did he do?

He was trespassing.

We don't like trespassers
on the range.

- Got a sign back there.
- Yeah, I saw the sign.

Now I'd like to see your father.

Go ahead, you lead out.

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-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
-(whip cracks)

-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
-(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide ♪

-(whip cracks)

(whip cracks)

(whip cracks)

-(whip cracks)
- Hyah! Hyah!

- Hyah!
- (Whip cracks)

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Major?

Yeah?

That's my father.

- Mighty glad to see you,
gentlemen. -Rowdy Yates, sir.

Been looking forward
to meeting you, Mr. Yates.

- This here is Jed Colby.
- Mr. Colby.

We've been looking forward

to getting here,
getting that herd of yours.

You can count me in on that,
and the rest of the boys, too.

What he means is, with your herd
along to pay trail expenses,

we're gonna split profits
at the end

of the trail
with the rest of the men.

You know, I've already
figured out exactly

how, when and where
I'm gonna spend my part of it.

So the sooner we start
trailing them out, the better.

- Well, sooner means
right away to me. -You bet.

Well, if you got your steers
ready to move in here,

we'll start
road-branding them right away.

They're ready, Mr. Colby.

My, uh... my foreman here,

Drago Santee,
will be glad to help you.

I got a couple of boys out

with the herd
who'll give us a hand.

ROWDY:
Yank! Go back to the herd,

-and bring out three more men,
will you? -COURT: Wait a minute.

Did you say "Yank"?

ROWDY:
That's right.

Did you fight in the Union Army?

Sure did.

- He's a blue-belly!
- Court!

I'll, uh... I'll tell the boys.

The war ended in '65.

Not for me, it didn't.

Did you fight in the war, son?

Would have
if I'd been old enough.

Court, go help Santee
with the herd.

Quince, help me
with the fires, will you?

MAJOR BUFORD:
Mr. Colby...

gentlemen...

I'm afraid sometimes my son
says things he shouldn't.

You see, back in '64,
when he was just a little fella,

he saw our family home
in Virginia-- Buford Acres--

burn to the ground

when Sheridan came raiding
through the Shenandoah.

Well, something like that
would be pretty hard to forget.

Even harder to forgive,
Mr. Yates.

Shortly after that,
his mother died.

Uh, Buford Acres meant
a great deal to her.

Well... you don't seem
to be bitter, Major.

Sometimes I think it's easier
to fight through a war

than to live through one.

You see, I rode
with General McCausland

when he burned Chambersburg,
Pennsylvania.

Sometimes I think
some of those folks up north

must feel
pretty much like Court.

So I hope you'll try to...

understand my son's behavior,
perhaps overlook his rash words.

Sure.

Only it wasn't me
your son was pointing a gun at.

Jed, uh, why don't you get
those fires started, huh?

Sure.

(sighs)

-♪♪
-(men shouting)

(cattle lowing)

That tree marks
the boundary of the Bar B U.

Never owned my own ranch.

- Leased it, like most folks
around here. -Whoa.

Morning, Major.

You Yates?

The one who's here
to drive Buford's steers?

Yeah, that's right.

We're stock inspectors

from the Cattlemen's
Association.

We aim to cut trail
for these brand.

I won't allow it.

Papers all seem in order,
all legal.

Oh, I'm sure
they're quite legal.

Well, in that case, they
got a right to look for strays.

Bunch 'em in for brand-cutting!

(cattle lowing)

(men shouting, whistling)

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

I'd say that's a Flying U,

and I'm repping for that brand,
so cut it out of the herd.

Now, you better take
another look at that brand.

Now, mister, that
still reads Flying U to me,

so if you're not gonna
cut him out, I will.

Hyah!

Name's Mint Shawcross.

Howdy.

I said howdy.

Howdy.

Hyah!

That's the trouble
with folks nowadays--

no time for conversation.

Wouldn't you say?

I'd say that.

(clicking tongue)

There's one of my brands.

Bar 8 Open 0.

You've got to be kidding.

That's Barb U.
Buford beef.

Are you telling me I can't read
an Association brand?

It says so right here.

Bar 8 Open 0.

Well, I'm not arguing with
the paper, but that steer is.

Want me to have him thrown
so that, uh,

you can talk it over
with him face-to-face, huh?

Mister, are you
calling me a liar?

'Cause if you are,
you won't do it twice.

Oh, no, I just think that
you need glasses, that's all.

Man with eyesight like yours

-could get in bad trouble.
- Trouble?

ROWDY:
No.

Not now, anyway.

Jed, uh... nose around a bit,

and see if there's
any more hard bits like him.

What, are you
figuring on trouble?

No, I figure trouble
might be looking for us.

So if any trouble does come
nosing around looking for me,

I want to be ready for it.
Any objections?

Nope. No. As long
as you leave it at that.

Getting ready
for trouble's one thing,

and being too fast
with a gun's another.

Doesn't give you much time
to think things over.

Maybe. I just want to make sure

I'll be fast enough when
the time comes-- if it does.

ROWDY (sighs):
Ah...

Something wrong, Simon?

Yeah, the inspector here says
this beef belongs to him.

- INSPECTOR: That's right.
- SIMON: Of all the cows,

he took this bunch-quitter--

the exact one I tried
to talk you and Rowdy

into taking out of the herd and
leaving in the pen at Brazos.

You call yourself
a stock inspector?

Even if you
couldn't read the brand,

one look at that steer
ought to tell you

it's been driven
across sand burr country.

That's your say.

My word,
and the papers to back it up.

From Brazos County, Texas,
where we bought 'em,

and from the man
we bought 'em from.

And that's our brand,
to prove we own him.

That could be fixed up

by anybody handy
with a running iron.

You accusing me
of brand blotting?

Well, at that,
you do have the tools

and the look of a brand artist.

Now, you can call off
those inspectors.

There'll be no more
trail-cutting,

by you and those other tinhorns.

Well, you move this herd of cows
any closer to the Red,

and you're gonna run
into a Winchester blockade,

'cause I've got enough men

to trail-cut this herd
to a thin pair of horns.

ROWDY: You heard him--
call 'em off.

INSPECTOR:
Sure.

And next time, I'm gonna be
ready for that draw of yours.

Slim! Ed!

We're pulling out!
Let's go!

Need any help?

No.

Colby just signed
a peace treaty.

I hope so.

But that man you just outdrew
is the Wichita Kid,

the Association's
best hired gun.

(cattle lowing)

Tell me, that man
you laid the rope to,

the one you called
"Yankee hired gun”--

he was a cattle inspector,
too, right?

Tell me the real reason
you ground-drug him.

Tell them, Court.

Well, they claimed
some of our beef

and called my father a rustler.

Nobody gets away with that.

COLBY:
Major,

just what is the County
Cattlemen's Association?

Most of the members
are small cattlemen

that were obliged to join,

but the big man--
he's a real big man--

Duke Aberdeen.

He formed the Association,
and he runs it.

Yankee. Came to Texas
after the war,

mavericked,
and-and bought a big spread

and just took over
with those Yankee ways of his.

Court, Court.

A lot of members of the
Association fought on our side.

Well, they're turncoats,
that's what they are.

Go on, Major.

The Association was formed
to stop rustling.

Well, I'm for that.

Something's got to stop it.

But I'm not for putting a levy
on every head of cattle

and sending up
to Texas cow towns

to get a bunch
of gunmen down here

to serve as stock inspectors.

And I'm not for riding roughshod
over folk,

like-like you just saw.

I saw.

Well, Jed,
it's about time we paid

a little visit to this Aberdeen,

before we run
into some more of his friends.

You were just
reading my mind, Rowdy.

You, too, Jed.

You saw what just happened
with that inspector.

I saw it. That's why I want you
to leave your gun here.

You think I couldn't take
the Wichita Kid if he pushed me?

ROWDY:
Maybe you can, maybe you can't.

Either way,
one of you is gonna get killed,

and that'll be
the first killing.

All right, Rowdy,
you're calling it.

I only hope
you're figuring the odds right.

I figure we've had just about
enough trouble for one day.

Let's go.

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Looking for me?

You're Duke Aberdeen.

That's right.

My name's Yates.
This here is Colby.

We'd like to talk to you.

All right.

Come on.

I've heard about you two.

I'll bet you have.

Your men were trying
to, uh, trim out our cattle,

the cattle we brought up
from the Brazos County

with our brand on it.

Well, some of the boys

might have been
a little too enthusiastic.

You see, they get
five dollars a head

for every cow they return
to an Association member.

I'll talk to 'em.

You'd better do more than talk,
Mr. Aberdeen,

'cause we aim to make
those few miles to the Red River

without having our herd trimmed
by your inspectors.

Well, you're trailing
Buford cattle

along with your own, aren't you?

That's right.

Well, any time
we find Buford cattle

trying to leave this county,
we're gonna stop it.

Matter of fact,
we've been considering

declaring Bar B U
a rustler brand,

with Buford cows forfeiting,
divided up

among the members
of the Association.

The law say you can do that?

That's right, Yates.

That's what the law
around here says.

COLBY:
Your law, you mean?

Oh, that's exactly what I mean.

Yeah, well,
you may have the men

and the guns to back up
that kind of law,

but what makes you think
you have the right?

You ever hear of Libby Barracks?

Sure. Confederate
prison camp in the war.

No, not a prison camp.

A reb pesthole.

Even the rats sickened up there
and died.

It almost killed me.

After the war,
the-the bone patchers told me

to come out here.

All there was,
was tumbleweed and strays.

Now, what you see around here,
I built,

and I didn't pour my blood
into it

to let any reb like Buford
come and take it over!

Now, I fought his kind
once before.

Like you said, I've got the men
and guns to do it again,

and that's exactly
what I'm going to do.

Now, you two, that's different.

How is it different?

Now, look, Yates,
this isn't your fight.

Yours, either, Colby.

Now, why don't you just
take your herd

those few miles to the Red,
and, like you said,

cross over into the nations,

and leave Buford cattle
on Bar B U range

where we can keep an eye on it?

You mean, if we just
take, uh, ours across,

there's, uh,
no interference, huh?

That's right.

We just want to make sure

that you're not trailing
any Buford cattle

along with your own.

We got cows can read a brand

better than some
of your inspectors.

(Rowdy sighs)

Colby...

next time, you better bring
your gun with you.

(insects chirring)

No. No, I don't...
I don't think

that one Confederate
could whup three Yankees.

That was a kind of fool pride

that went plumb before our fall
and helped to lick us.

What kind
of Confederate were you?

I was a doggone good 'un, sonny.

You're looking smack dab

at a man
that rode with Jeb Stuart from

Second Manassas to Yellow Tavern
where he was killed.

Yes, sir, he was the best
cavalry general in two armies.

Less'n you count
Nathan Bedford Forrest.

Or Little Phil hisself.

Oh, now, you ain't gonna start
that all over again, are you?

You know dadgum well that
Phil Sheridan couldn't shine

Jeb Stuart's scabbard.

Did you ride with Sheridan?

Yeah. For a spell, I did.

Were you with him
in Shenandoah in '64?

Yeah, might have been.

Well, you helped burn us up!

Now, look, will you just
leave me alone, please?

(groaning)

(grunting)

Let go of him! Let go of him!

(muttering)

Come on!

- Come on!
- Get up!

ROWDY:
Hold it.

What's going on here?

- You all right, Court?
- Yeah.

Gentlemen, I...

I assure you
it won't happen again.

I don't think it will.

Uh, I want to talk to you.

Major, you signed your herd in
with ours for just one reason.

You were buying protection
against Duke Aberdeen.

Gentlemen, I assure you,

Aberdeen wasn't nearly
as difficult

before I signed the deal
with you.

But you knew
he might be a little hardnosed.

Did he tell you I was rustling?

Well, not exactly, but, uh,

that seemed to be
what he was thinking.

And you, Mr. Yates--
what are you thinking?

Well, if I even suspected you
of, uh, brand blotting,

I wouldn't be sitting here
talking.

I'd just cut out your herd
and move on our way.

And you, Mr. Colby?

We're not about to turn trail
and run away from a fight,

but we got less
than three months

to get our herd
to the Crow Reservation,

and we don't want
to get mixed up

-in any cattle war.
- ROWDY: That's right.

We don't need anything
impeding our progress.

All right, gentlemen,
I was wrong.

You take your own herd
across the Red.

I'll find some other way
of dealing with the Association.

You understand, Major, that, uh,
my men share in the profits.

They don't take a wage.

So, uh, they got a right
to help me decide.

(indistinct,
overlapping chatter)

ROWDY:
All right, quiet.

Now, it's true that Buford

didn't let us in
on this Aberdeen situation

when we contracted
to take on his herd.

But the... the major's been
kind enough to say

we could get out of the contract
if we want it that way.

Just take our own herd.

At least we can
break even that way.

Mmm.
- Maybe.

But if Aberdeen says he'll trim
our herds for Buford beef,

well, you've seen the way
his inspectors cut our brands.

Well, they're a careless lot,
and that's for sure.

Careless?

One of those four-flushers
threw a rope around old Mint.

Claimed he looked
like one of the beeves.

(laughing)

Yeah.

Well, if we go it alone,

we could stand
to lose enough cattle

to cut our profits way down.

Aberdeen has enough law
on his side.

He could trim our herd
and get away with it.

On the other hand,
if we stick with the major here,

we could end up in a range war,
and that could be worse.

See, we still
haven't figured a way

to get through
that Winchester blockade.

So, we're dogged if we do,
and we're dogged if we don't.

Yeah, that's right.

Now, uh, you boys want
to think it over?

Simon?

Rowdy, so long
as things is bad both ways,

well, I don't like the way

the Association's
been pushing us around.

I vote to stay
with the major a couple of days

and see what we come up with.

I'm willing to stay
and try to get through.

I'll be doggoned
if I'm gonna sit still

for those tinhorns
trimming off the herd,

or my losing
one cent of my share.

Money-grubbing Yankee.

Well, being
a money-grubbing Johnny Reb,

I got my share spent
on a little gal down Austin way,

so I go along there with Yank.

Us money grubbers
got to stick together.

I'm for staying.

You sure changed your mind
in a hurry.

Anybody can't change his mind
doesn't have a mind to change.

And there's one other thing
we've got to remember.

Even if we do happen to get both
those herds across the river,

we're gonna be in the nations.

There's no law over there,
no law saying

that those beef inspectors
couldn't follow us over,

stampede the herd all the way

from the Red
to the Powder River.

Gentlemen,

if I could put in a word.

Now, here's the Red River.

Here's the nations up here.

Over here-- state of Arkansas,

Little River County.

Now, we're just about here,

halfway between the nations
and the state of Arkansas.

Now, if, instead of going north

and crossing the river
into the nations,

we could travel east a few miles
and cross into Arkansas...

Well, Little River County's
got a sheriff and deputies.

They'd protect us.
They're friends of mine.

They're real lawmen,

and those stock agents know it.

They'd never dare follow us
into Arkansas.

Yeah. Well, where do you, uh...

where would you suggest
we ford the river into Arkansas?

All the herds from here
could take the short way north.

You'd have to find a ford.

What do you think, Jim?

Well, I think we got a chance.

We get past Aberdeen's men,
find a ford.

Hmm, well, looks
like you're the last, uh,

spud in the kettle, as they say.

Not me, Rowdy.

Only reason I took to droving
in the first place is because...

I figured it was the only
place left where a man could...

ride the way he wanted to

and not fight
unless he wanted to.

Mmm. Yeah, well, tomorrow,

I want you to take our herd
over on Bar B U land.

They got good graze
and water there.

I'll, uh...
I'll scout that ford.

(cattle lowing)

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Your pal here was running
a little maverick factory.

That calf we stopped him from
branding belongs to that cow,

and that cow's a Flying U.

That's an Association brand.

You're making a mistake, Kid.

I do work for the duke.

I tell you, I work for the duke!

Yeah, you work for the duke,
and I'm ramrod for Major Buford.

Yeah, well,
I'll take care of him.

I'll make sure he gets the law.

Except maybe you were
helping him to rustle, Yates.

What?

No.

He ain't got nothing
to do with it.

Then what's he doing out here,
covering up track for you?

Reach.

Get his gun.

I think maybe we'll celebrate

with a little double
necktie social,

and maybe we'll go after Colby
and dangle him, too.

No, you don't.

If it hadn't been for him, that
Buford kid would've killed me.

Print,
that don't change a thing.

No.

Well, you're lucky.

He's the only brother I got,

and if I had one to spare,
you'd hang, too.

DRAGO:
Ask the duke.

He'll tell you I work for him.
Ask him. Ask him!

All right.
Let's get it over with.

Ask him, Kid! Ask him!

Ask him!

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We were worried about you.

They sure don't fool around,
do they?

No. They caught him
changing brands.

COLBY: That's part of
the reason we headed here.

We spotted a maverick trail.

Found fresh tracks back there.

This horse and a couple calves.

And they weren't pointing
toward the herd.

Yeah. All right, Simon,
you take him back to camp.

Let's follow that trail.

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COLBY:
It's a hidden valley, all right.

Real rustlers' hideout.

You see that stand of trees
over there?

That marks our ford
into Arkansas.

Maybe we won't need it now.

Maybe.

That's something we ought
to find out for sure.

(chopping nearby)

Hey, you're not gonna let him
get away with hanging Drago.

Santee knew the risks
he was taking.

Besides, he worked
for your father, not me.

That's right, Mr. Yates.

It was quite a shock.

Because he was caught, Major?

What do you mean by that?

I think you were in this with
Santee right up to your neck.

Only his got stretched.

What?

Boy, if you want a gun,
just ask for it.

I'm asking.

Jed, stay out of this.

Keep out of this, Rowdy.

Quince, give him your gun.

No, Quince.

Don't stop him, Rowdy.

Give it to him, Quince.

All right, uh, give it to him.

Stop him, Yates.

You're the only one
who can stop this, Major.

Wait, Colby.

You're right.

I was in it with Drago Santee.

You couldn't have been.

We were partners.

I'm sorry, Court.

Father, why?

What difference
does it make now?

Well, it makes a difference
to us.

How come you and Santee ran the
brand you did on those beeves?

No... particular reason.

COLBY:
What brand was it, Major?

MAJOR BUFORD:
My own, of course, Bar B U.

No. You're just saying that
to save the boy.

Santee ran a different brand.
You had to know that,

else you couldn't have rustled
the beeves.

That's why I had to let Colby
here, uh, draw down on the boy.

I'm sorry about that, but, uh,

that's the only way
I could find out.

I'm afraid I can't take
much credit for that, Major.

You see, I wasn't sure myself

whether or not you were in
with Santee. I'm sorry.

I understand.

And Santee sounded like he was
just trying to save his neck

when he said he worked
for Aberdeen.

Santee working
for Duke Aberdeen,

I can't believe it.

Jed, I think it's time you and I
had a little powwow

with, uh, Duke, huh?

Mm-hmm. Only this time
I'll be wearing my gun.

Didn't I tell you
there was rustling on Bar B U?

That's right. You did.

Yeah, we found a few steers
that Santee stashed away.

Oh?

Where'd he stash 'em?

You know, Rowdy,
I don't think he does know.

ROWDY:
Maybe Santee is double-branding

Mr. Aberdeen's cattle, too,
right?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Yates.

When I ask you a question,
I want a straight answer.

Now, where did Santee hide
those beeves he rustled?

We'll give 'em back to you.

Then we want to take our cattle

through Texas
without any more interference.

Not Buford cattle, you don't.

Why? You've already hung
your rustler.

Well, you don't think that...

Buford's ramrod
could've burned Rawhide

on Bar B U without
the major being in on it?

Yeah, we did think that,
but we were wrong.

Just like we were wrong
when we thought Santee saying

he worked for you was just talk.

Well, you're loco. Both of you.

Besides, if what you said
made any sense,

why would I let him get hung?

Good timing, I'd call it.

Nobody ever heard of a dead man
doing much talking.

And, like you said,
no one would ever believe

that Santee could have burned
Rawhide on a Bar B U steer

without the major knowing
about it.

And now the Association
will back any move you make

against the major.

Uh, look, Yates,

why don't you give me back
those rustled beeves

and then take your own herd
across the Red.

I won't cut trail on it.
No interference.

I'm taking both herds
across the Red.

Now, look,

nothing that belongs to that reb
bait cutter leaves this county.

I said, nothing!

So that's it, huh?

Reb bait cutter.

Mister, you're in the same deck
as the major's kid,

in the same hand,

haters, back to back.

The only difference is
he's young.

War's been over a long time,
Aberdeen.

About time you realized that.

Now, hold up.

Yates, you got until tomorrow
to make up your mind.

And whether you're there or not,
we're taking over Bar B U.

Oh, Yates,

we know about that crossing
into Arkansas that you found.

Those boys that rode out,

they've got orders to keep you
from crossing that ford,

unless I say different.

You try it on your own,
this time they'll shoot to kill.

And I don't mean just cows.

Say we take both herds
and we move 'em into that valley

so Aberdeen won't know
where they are.

We're only gonna be a few miles
from the Arkansas ford.

COLBY: Well, even before we move
the cattle out of the valley,

we got to get Aberdeen's
hired guns away from that ford.

We-we got to decoy 'em.
See, we got to make 'em believe

that we're somewhere
where we ain't.

That's divisionary. That's what
they call it in the army.

And the nickel-plated champion
of that was Jeb Stuart.

He did a trick like that once
at Second Bull Run.

Jeb Stuart couldn't hold
a candle to Little Phil.

Or Custer.

- And I rode with Custer.
- Custer? Now, you ain't

gonna compare Goldilocks
with Jeb Stuart.

What do you mean, Goldilocks?

Will you two stop chomping
on the past?

Uh... (clears throat)
All right.

All right, men,
go ahead and tell us

about Stuart's neat
little trick, huh?

Well, sir, at Second Bull Run,

Stuart sent some
of us cavalrymen out

and chopped down some brush

and we drug it up and down
the road in back of our horses.

I'll be danged if it didn't fool
the Yanks into thinking

we had a whole army on its way.

Hmm. Quince,
as soon as it gets dark,

I want you to take both herds
and move 'em down that valley.

The rest of us will take
those rustled steers we found,

move 'em as far south
as we can get 'em.

- Uh, Mr. Yates?
- Hmm?

Mr. Colby, wh-what about me?

I'd... I'd like to go with you.

We don't have time
to fight old wars.

(sighs) Now, once we get
these rustled steers

as far south
as we can get 'em...

Mint...

Simon, Jed...

Flintlock and myself...

♪♪

♪♪

Welcome to the party.

♪♪

Anything doing, Major?

Not yet.

- All set?
- Yeah. Let's go!

They've started!

All right, the hook's baited!

Let's see if
Aberdeen swallows it!

Mr. Aberdeen?

There's something funny
going on.

There. That cloud of dust
near the alkali flats.

Yeah, you're right.

They knew they couldn't move
their herd across the ford.

Now they're moving them
into the next county,

right into
Red River County, Texas!

Mount up!

We're going cow hunting!

The duke's ridden out!

Okay, move 'em out!

(shouting, whistling)

(cattle lowing)

♪♪

WISHBONE:
All right, here they come!

Right over the hill.
They're coming in.

Take out, boys!

♪♪

You four, go with the Kid.

Rest of you with me.

(cattle lowing)

(neighs)

Hold it!

Hey, Colby!

(grunts)

-(cattle lowing)
-(men shouting, whistling)

♪♪

- Hyah!
- Hyah!

♪♪

Okay, I don't think
we're gonna make it, Major.

(men shouting, cattle lowing)

Hyah! Hyah!

Hold it!

This one's mine.
Leave him to me.

Hold it, Duke.

ABERDEEN:
That's far enough.

Look, by this time, the herd's
already forded the Red.

What do you got to gain?

Satisfaction!

I warned you to stay out of
this fight, but you threw in

-with that reb, anyway!
-(gunshot)

(gunshot)

All right, what do you have
to fight for now?

Why'd he do that?

Hate.

I guess he figured
he had reason to hate.

Maybe. Maybe so.

But hate's something you
either bury, or it buries you.

♪♪

When we crossed that river
and I knew we were in Arkansas,

-I almost kissed the ground.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.

All right, here you are,
have some of this.

Hot off the fire.
Watch your fingers there.

Oh, beautiful. Thanks.

COURT: Oh, that's...
that's elegant eatin'.

(laughter)

What's so funny?

MAN:
Oh, beautiful.

That's one of
Wishbone's specials.

Yankee Pot Roast, right?

WISHBONE:
Right.

COLBY: Here, have another one
of Wishbone's specialties--

some real genuine
Southern corn pone.

(laughter, whooping)