The Rare Breed

[Band playing lively music]

[Neighing]

[Mooing]

[Whooping]

[People cheering]

- What on earth is he doing?

- Is called bulldogging, ma'am.

Thas Bulldog Burnett.

He works for my outfit.

Is a perfectly silly way

to handle cattle, if you ask me.

My name is Charles Ellsworth.

I can tell by your speech

that you're from England.

May I ask what has brought you

to our fair shore?

- A ship.

- Hilary.

We brought some cattle over.

We're from Herefordshire.

If you'll excuse us, please.

Come along, Hilary.

I know a countryman of yours.

John Taylor. You should meet him.

He has a spread next to ours.

He bested you again, Simons.

Them critters Burnett draws...

lay down and

roll over when they see him coming.

Being's as how I probably bulldogged

their pas...

they know what to expect.

SAM:
You're next, Sagamon.

SAGAMON:
Right.

GERT:
Sam. Look who's here.

Jeff, how are you? Hi, Gert.

Jeff, is been a long time.

More than a year

since he caught that horn.

But I ain't through

punching cows yet.

Not by a long shot.

Taylor said he took care of things.

He promised a lot of things.

All Jeff got was $40

and a ticket to St. Louis.

Formerly of England,

and now from Texas, Mr. John Taylor.

How do you do?

Mr. Ellsworth tells me

you brought these Herefords over.

If Mr. Evans is about,

I'd like to talk to him about them.

My husband was killed

in an accident aboard ship.

I'm deeply sorry, ma'am.

But is indeed a blessing to find

someone at last who knows Herefords.

MARTHA:
They were bid in yesterday.

HILARY:
By a dairy farmer.

What we were paid

hardly covered our transportation.

MARTHA:
Les show them Vindicator, Hilary.

[Bull grunts]

Is all right.

Vindicator's really very gentle.

My daughter has a special affection

for Vindicator. She raised him.

Are you going

to sell that bull, Mrs. Evans?

I'm afraid I must.

We need the money.

He'll be auctioned at noon today.

You won't find much market

for that muley bull here.

Muley?

Why, your bull has no horns.

He's a freak in that respect.

Mr. Ellsworth, Vindicator's lack

of horns is a product of breeding...

and it is not a freak condition.

Please, ladies, I didn't intend

to start an argument.

My partner Alex Bowen

raises the cattle and ships to me.

I'm in the packing end of the game.

I see. A butcher.

Hilary, please.

One morning you'll wake up

to a train whistle...

and there won't be any more

cattle drives.

Yes, sir, in a few years

ill all be gone.

Leastwise, the way we knew it.

Don't start faulting what

you can't stand up to, Harter...

just 'cause you're finished.

I've still got a hoot and a holler

left in me.

Sure. If somebody buys you a bottle.

SAM:
Now wait a minute, Simons.

Here's a man that broke most of

the trails you're riding today.

Man?

All I see is a deadbeat on crutches.

She's no better.

Watch your wallets, men.

She'll put the bite on you for sure.

[Lively instrumental music]

Close the gate.

[Lively instrumental music continues]

- Mabry, get in there and stop them.

- Yes, sir.

Can't somebody put a stop to this?

Is all right, ma'am,

I'll protect you.

Don't you worry about that bull.

I'll see that you get a good price.

[Groaning]

Here, get off my bull.

Excuse me, ma'am.

[All yelling]

- Our bull is loose.

- Don't worry, ma'am, I'll get him.

[Amusing instrumental music]

[Bull bellowing]

MAN:
Missed the horns, Burnett.

WOMAN #1:
Slipped out from under him.

WOMAN #2:
He tried to dog a muley.

[Whistles]

SAM:
Look out, miss,

he's headed this way.

Come on. Up you go.

You're the one

that has to be looked out for.

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