Giant

There he is.

There's the stallion. That's War Winds.

Beautiful.

That's my daughter riding him. Leslie.

Leslie is my daughter. She's riding him.

Doctor, that sure is a beautiful animal.

We'll get to the horses

first thing in the morning.

Now you'll come up to the house

and get ready for dinner.

You're from Nevada, Mr. Beckwith?

Texas, Mama.

You're from Texas, Mr. Beckwith?

Yes, ma'am, Texas. Benedict's the name.

You're here about the horses, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

I came to buy your stallion, War Winds,

if your daughter doesn't mind too much.

In all likelihood,

Leslie will be leaving us soon anyway.

David is with the embassy in Washington.

He's been called back to England.

Will she like it there, do you think?

She's going to marry him?

Mother! Let me sell Mr. Benedict

War Winds.

I can tell you all his bad points.

For one, he eats too much,

doesn't he, Papa?

You see, it's either War Winds or me.

Something has to go.

You know that horse is just too spirited

for any woman to ride.

I know your horse is going to miss you

and all this nice, green country, but...

I'll try to make him happy in Texas.

Isn't Texas green, Mr. Benedict?

No, ma'am, not altogether.

You must tell us about Texas,

Mr. Benedict.

It's not that easy.

It's different than any other state, I think.

At least that's what we think.

It's almost a different country.

From an Englishman's point of view,

its mere size takes your breath away.

Yes, it's big all right.

How large are your ranches?

Most every size. Large and small.

Mr. Benedict's Reata is

one of the largest of them all.

Oh, really?

And just how large is that?

It's one of the biggest.

How big is that?

There are one or two others as big,

I suppose, up where we come from...

and some larger ones

on the coastal plains.

Can't you be more specific?

What's the size of your place?

50,000? 20,000 acres?

Around a half million.

595,000 acres, to be exact.

I'd call that quite a parcel!

How many acres did you say,

Mr. Benedict?

He said 595,000 acres, Mama.

And you should see the greedy look

on your face.

Witness excused.

Won't you join us at the Hunt Ball?

I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

No, thank you, Miss Leslie.

I'm afraid I wouldn't look good

in this outfit.

I like your country.

Why don't you stay a while

and really see something of it?

It's roundup time in my country.

Big spring roundup.

Your country?

Reata.

Your country, my country.

You make us sound so far apart.

Maybe you could come out and see it...

if you get a chance.

I'll be off real early in the morning, so...

goodbye.

I'm awfully glad you came.

I'm not going to say goodbye to you

in the moonlight.

It would just be too touching. Good night!

"Texas".

Are you in love with him?

Yes, I think so.

Will you do me a favor

and run along to bed?

- Leslie?

- Good night.

If you won't marry David Karfrey...

will you give him to me?

Yes! Now, good night.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a deal.

- $10,000 is a lot of money.

- It's a lot of horse.

Let's have some breakfast and get going.

- Why, Leslie!

- Good morning.

You don't look as if you'd been dancing

all night, Miss Leslie.

I came home at 10:45.

I read about Texas until 5:00 this morning.

Let the poor boy

eat his breakfast in peace.

It takes a heap of reading, Texas does.

We really stole Texas, didn't we?

I mean, away from Mexico.

You're catching me a bit early

to start joking.

But I'm not joking.

It's all right there in the history books.

Mr. Austin came down

with 300 families, it says.

The next thing you know,

they're claiming it from Mexico.

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