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I run the house, don't I?

Her house. Her kitchen. Her help.

She doesn't even speak Spanish.

They understand English

when they want to.

I know how to handle Mexicans.

I've done it all my life.

They'd sit on their honkers all day

if I didn't keep after them.

All right, Luz. Cool off.

I thought we ought to talk

without her around.

I don't want to feel that you're setting up

against me, Bick.

Nobody is setting up against you, Luz.

That gal's my wife.

And you're fair enough, I think,

to try and get along with her.

All right.

I'll get a horse and help push

the stock along.

Maybe it'll make me feel better.

You gotta push something.

When I get enough, I'll ride on in.

Why did you come to Texas?

I mean, everybody else's trying

to get away from here.

Me, I'll get out of here one of these days.

This is my husband's land.

This is his home.

Who gets hold of this much land

unless they took it off somebody else?

You're not exactly loyal

to your employer, Jett.

No, I'm not complaining.

They bought this land long ago.

The Benedicts.

- They got it though purchase, years ago.

- Took it from some ignorant Mexicans.

That's not true. They bought and traded

for Spanish land grants.

They paid for it all right.

They paid five cents an acre.

I know my folks were here long enough

to get rich, too.

Except they just weren't too foxy.

Keep it on, boy. I'll ride him.

Nobody rides him but the "seora".

I've been riding what I want to

for 30 years.

Already he bucked off Lpez.

If he bucks me down,

he won't be the first one that's done it.

I suppose you came out here

to show me how to run things, too.

Let's go.

I'm not too awful bad now.

I've got a few friends.

And "Madama" likes me.

And Bick...

Now, even old Bick likes me a little bit.

Of course,

they don't like me quite enough to...

kind of divvy up

what they got way too much of.

You're an odd one, aren't you, Jett?

But I like you.

I like you, too.

You're the best-looking gal

we've seen around here in a long time.

The prettiest one

I think I've seen down here.

Thank you, Jett.

That's a very nice compliment.

I'll tell my husband of that,

with your approval.

No, I wouldn't do that.

No, I wouldn't do that.

Beautiful Reata!

Them's your neighbors live there.

Them kids there.

Them's your ranch people.

Those are ngel Obregn's kids.

That's the man who met us at the train.

Sure in good shape, ain't they?

Whole bunch of them sick.

What's the matter with them?

I don't know. Just sick. Every one of them.

Wait a minute. I want to get out here.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

Wait.

You're the boss.

And you know it, don't you?

May I come in?

I'm Mrs. Benedict.

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