Cattle Empire Page #4

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Can we be ready in three days?

Three days?!

Weve got to get there first, Cord!

Is this my show?

It's your show.

To the herd, to the drive...

...and to John Cord!

Mr John Cord.

What are you two doing here?

Uncle John, don't you know me?

Ain't she growed some?

Sandy Jeffrey!

You might grow into something

to interest a man after all!

Something to interest you?

Remember you promised to wait

for me to grow up?

Didn't you boys think

it was too late for a drive?

With you we'd go in winter!

We can't leave my granddaughter

in Hamilton.

I can carry my weight on a drive.

Blackmail! Take her on cook's louse.

But I'll eat dust all day

and ride the drag!

I got somebody pegged for that job.

Still fond of horses? You can work

in the remuda with the wranglers.

Just like old times, Little John.

HOLD IT!

Down there.

Do as he says.

Cord?

Here.

All the men you wanted.

Douglas?

The boys from our ranch

and Aruzza's vaqueros.

I am Juan Aruzza, Senor Cord.

My men and I will ride with you

and follow your orders.

I know your people. They'll do.

Gracias, senor.

And these are...

- I know, the pride of Hamilton.

You know the rules of the trail...

I'd like to say something, Cord.

On the trail my men call me Mr Cord!

I've not put in my bedroll, Cord.

Say your say, Powis.

We agreed to ride with you

for Mr Hamilton's sake.

It's easy to see why you picked us

but we'll take anything you hand out

...as long as you do your level best

to beat Garth to Fort Clemson.

If you have any other notions...

Finish, the day's short.

If you have any other notions,

we'll kill you.

Is that all?

Anybody else

itching to make a speech?

All right, let's get going.

Bedrolls in the wagon,

line up for work orders.

Mr Cord?

Ma'am.

Will you give me my assignment now?

You've got your assignment -

taking care of your husband.

Butcher that one.

That's one of the best in the herd!

He's a stampede maker.

Let the chuck wagon have him.

That's the lead steer for us.

A most majestic animal, senor.

I take him up to point.

Get ready to move.

One moment, son.

You've forgotten something.

I didn't forget.

All right, get it over with.

Almighty God.

Thou knowest these men

who bow their heads before Thee,

hard working, God-fearing.

They beseech that Thou go with them

on this arduous journey.

We ask for guidance and blessing

for man and beast. Amen.

All right, Thomas Jefferson,

let her roll!

ONE HUNDRED!

A HUNDRED IT IS!

You drag riders, tighten up the gap!

Want us to choke to death?

Get up where you can head off trouble

We got 'em off to a good start.

Have your riders trim the flanks,

it's widening out.

He expects us to ride drag

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