The Man from Snowy River Page #3

There's no trick at all.

Let me have a go.

Now...like that?

This hand up.

Aha.

Turn it in.

That's right.

Pull through?

You've got it.

This one goes through there.

The ends go through the loops.

Pull.

Pull!

Wrong.

What happened?

I don't know.

HARRISON:
Craig.

Cool off the horse and stable him.

Yes, sir.

Jessica.

It's called the `tomfools' knot'.

You're getting the hang of it.

I'll be back latter to check on your work.

Why aren't you at your lessons?

One of the brood mares is foaling,

she'll need a had.

You're not midwife

to a herd of horses.

The men can handle that.

I can do it better.

It's not an occupation for a lady.

``A lady''!

Yes, `lady'.

The word become old-fashioned?

It's become an excuse

to keep women under control!

Please spare me

your aunt's feminist rubbish.

You should be thinking

of marriage, children.

The well-known cattle breeder

has a breeding program

for his daughter as well.

You keep a civil tongue.

I don't understand

where this rudeness comes from.

Uh, which bed's mine?

Any one that doesn't buck you off, boy.

That one's empty, son.

It's yours if you want it.

You can keep your saddle

in the tack room.

Yeah, stop there yourself

if you like.

Grow up, Curly.

Drop dead, you old fart.

Watch your tongue, boy...

whlIe you've still got one.

Deal the cards, boss.

Uh, two.

They're starting the High Country

muster in a couple of days.

Gonna be an early winter,

according to Kane.

Huh?

Yep.

I thought Harrison

controlled the seasons.

I reckon the boss will hold

the muster till Clancy gets here.

Well, who's he, then? Some kind

of top rider, this Clancy bloke?

No, he's no rider. He's a horseman.

Yeh Curly, look at this.

Well, what's so special

about Clancy, then?

I told you, he's a horseman.

`Horseman'?

Clancy's not just a horseman.

Clancy's a...a magician.

He's a genius.

I've met him.

When I was young.

He and my father were mates.

Mates? Bullshit!

Mates! Mates.

Wouldn't have a bloody mate

to save his life.

Oh, sorry, Your Honour. Mates!

Sorry, beg your pardon, Your Honour.

Mates with Clancy, eh?

HARRISON:
What's going on?

Some kind of union meeting?

They've heard that Clancy's coming.

Ah, they've all come out

to gawk at him, huh?

It's not often they get a chance

to meet a legend.

Jim Craig, isn't it?

Been a long time.

Yes, sir.

I'll see to your horses?

Watch him, he's a hog for water.

Oh, Jim.

I was very sorry

to hear about your father.

He was a good mate.

Clancy.

Kane.

``Go west, young man,'' they said.

``Go west!''

So I did - 10,000 miles further

than they intended.

And I found gold.

In beef cattle.

We made more money selling meat to the miners

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