Open Range Page #2

I know everybody in town|and for miles beyond.

Big man needing a haircut,|about 30.

That's his rig right there.

Oh, yeah.|Know who you're talking about.

Very friendly young fella.

Looks like he's been living out|of saddlebags most of his life.

Got his horse in the corral.

Ride with you, does he?

Know where we can find him?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's up in the jailhouse.

He got into it|with some cattlemen

over at the general store.

- Some cattlemen.|- Yeah.

Busted them up pretty bad, too,

before Marshal Poole came up

and hit him over the head|with his gun barrel.

Yeah, he's lucky he|didn't get shot in the back.

You might want to keep that|in mind

when you're talking|to Marshal Poole.

Saddle his horse.

That cover what he owes?

Oh, yeah.

Name's Percy if you should need|anything else.

Much obliged.

Hold on.

How long you had him here?

I brought him in here|yesterday afternoon.

It wasn't easy|getting him into the cell.

Why is that?

Goddamn bear.|Size of it.

Evening.|Name's Boss Spearman.

This here's Charley Waite.

Evening.

Believe you have|a friend of ours.

Name's Mose Harrison.

Yeah, I got him here.

He started a fight|in the general store.

Mose don't start fights,|just finishes them.

I just said he started it.|You said he didn't.

Maybe you're calling me a liar.

You got a charge against him?

I got plenty.

Inciting a fight.|Disturbing the peace.

Creating a public nuisance.|Take your pick.

Hear tell he got hit|over the head.

He'll be fine.

Well, I come to get him.

Well, you pay the fines,|and you can have him.

How does $50 each offense sound?

Like robbery.

Lot of money.

Oh, yes, a lot of money.

I been waiting for you,|Mr. Spearman.

My name's Denton Baxter.

Be your men Mose tussled with.

That's right.

You know, folks|in Fort Harmon country

don't take to free grazers|or free grazing.

They hate them more than they|used to hate the Indians.

I expect by "folks,"|you mean ranchers like yourself.

I got the biggest spread around.

Bigger than any three or four|put together.

Built it up with me own|two hands,

piece by piece,

along with this town.

And there ain't no|free-graze cattle

gonna take the feed|off my cattle on this range.

Free graze is legal.

Times change, Mr. Spearman.

Most folks change with them.|A few holdouts never do.

You know, a few years back,

a free-graze outfit|came through.

One night,|the cattle got stampeded,

the wagons caught on fire,|and one of those boys

was shot off his horse|in the middle of it all.

Shot in the back, was he?

Your man's horse and rig|are at the livery barn.

You can take him with you|when you leave tonight.

And come sunrise,|you hitch up your wagon

and get your damn|free-graze cattle moving

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