Think she'll get over thisaway?
Best bed them down.
Come on, Tig.
There she goes.
Looks like we're in for it.
You see them?
Can't see them.|Can't hear them.
You ever seen one this bad?
Not since Noah and the flood.
Well, you should know, Boss,|since you was there.
What did you say?
He said, "You should know|since you was there. "
Well, even that|wasn't this damn wet.
One thing's certain.
Let's rustle up some grub.
- That hurt?|- Yeah.
Mose, still got them cards?
Yeah, I got them.
Get them out, and let's have us|a game after breakfast.
Don't rush me.
I'll take four.
Oh, for pity's sakes.|"Take four. "
All right, that's it.
A man's trust|is a valuable thing, Button.
You don't want to lose it|for a handful of cards.
Well, at least it ain't raining.
Then you walk out|and look for them horses.
You just keep on like you are.
You'll get your chance|soon enough.
No need to ask|for more chores, Mose.
Every man's got to pull|his weight.
Yeah, but my weight|is half of yours.
You know, it's hard to figure|Charley sometimes.
I ain't even sure|if he likes me.
He likes you.
You know, Boss had some pause|about hiring me on.
Too big to get around on horses|and work them cows.
Afraid I'd eat too much.
It was Charley|that talked him into it,
and I ain't one to take|a man's confidence lightly.
You know I ain't, either.
I know you ain't, but it's best|to keep remembering it
if you want respect
Quit playing with that dog|and pull the wagon!
- Pull!|- Oh, yeah!
Hey, hey!|Look at that!
Old Boss sure can cowboy,|can't he?
Broke the mold after him.
Main bunch is working|towards water.
We'll go up-country,|find the rest,
and we'll push them there.
Look at that.
A couple of damn kids.
Anyway, once we get them,
It'll be a while|before we see another town.
Could use supplies,|coffee and such.
You'll have to ride back|to that town we passed.
When you want me to go?
I can go.
How long you figure, Charley?
Without cows slowing things,|maybe one day there, one back.
Sounds about right.
Come on, Boss.
I can do it.
Sure you can, boy.
Just don't know|if that town's ready
to have you|turned loose on it just yet.
By God, if you're gonna pick|your feet like a monkey,
you do it downwind.
Swear to God, old Tig|takes better care of herself.
Starting to think|it was a mistake
I don't like towns.|Never liked them.
Get yourself a trade|and set up in a town.
You'll always have|a roof over your head,
a bed up off the ground,
and food no further away|than a caf.
Ain't that so, Charley?
That was a big help.
Might as well be talking|to this horse.
Put your boot on, Button.|Let's go to work.
Course, if you was to live|in a town...
You'd have to clean up some.
Otherwise, no one|could stand the stink.
What you do that for?!
Cheating at cards.
I apologized to you for that!
Eh, Boss?|I apologized to him for that.
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