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He's holding it for me at the store.

While you're there, you might as well|get yourself some work clothes.

- What can I bring Joey?|- Soda-pop!

You don't need anything, Joey.

Be careful. I don't want my troubles|to be none of yours.

Aren't you wearing your six-shooter?

I didn't know there was|any wild game in town, Joey.

Come on, son.

Joey, come back here!

Bang!

Bang!

- Who are you shootin' at?|- Rykers. Bang!

- Did you get many?|- Missed one.

Well, can't stand for that.

Pa, do you guess|Shane will teach me to shoot?

I'll teach you myself|once I get the time, Joey.

- Can you shoot as good as Shane?|- I've never seen him shoot.

But I doubt it.

He didn't wear his gun today.|Why's that, Pa?

Well, he's tradin' at the store,|not holdin' it up.

But why, Pa? Honest, why didn't he?

- I don't wear one myself.|- It goes with him, though.

- Somebody's coming, Joe.|- I know. It's Ernie Wright.

Could you whip him, Pa?|Could you whip Shane?

- Can't you ask nothing but questions?|- But could you?

Oh, maybe.

No call for that though, Joey.|Shane's on our side.

Howdy, Joe.

How are you, Ernie?

- No good.|- What's the matter?

I'm pulling stakes.|No use of your talking.

- Now what's the matter?|- My wheat. Them Rykers raided it.

Fence cut, steers drove in.|It's just stubs now.

- When?|- Last night.

I'm leaving, and don't try|to talk me out of it.

- You can't...|- Just don't try, that's all.

- I listened to you too much already.|- Go ahead, nobody's holding you.

You wouldn't leave|your home and land, and...

Oh, Ernie, you...

I'm wore down and out. Tired of being|insulted by them fellas.

Called a pig-farmer.|Who knows what comes next?

Well, don't throw your tail up.

Tell you what, we'll all get together here|tonight and figure out something.

I don't know about me.

I'll get the word around.|You tell Shipstead and Torrey.

All right,|but if we're having a meeting,

it'd better be more than pokin' holes|in the air with your finger.

- Anything I can do you for?|- I came to get wire for Joe Starrett.

I've been holding wire|for Starrett for quite a spell.

- Are you new?|- Yes, I'm working for Starrett.

- Got ready-made pants to fit me?|- Farm rig?

I outfit all these farmers.

- Step right in back and try 'em on.|- Thanks.

Will.

Hey, Will.

You're thirsty, ain't you, Chris?

- Will! Who's tendin' bar round here?|- Comin' right in.

- How is it?|- Good enough.

- How much do I owe you?|- Now, let's see...

Pants, a dollar. Two shirts, 60 cents.

Belt...

Young man, you owe me|two dollars and two bits.

What's the matter, son?|You look kinda pale.

Been a long time since|I got store-bought clothes.

Money don't go very far these days.

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