(drovers whistling, shouting)
(cattle bellow, drovers shout)
Well, there it is, Rowdy-- the Webster spread.
Yeah.
Only place we've seen
that'll protect us from the wind.
Well, I guarantee you it'll cost you
'cause there never was a man like Matt Webster
for squeezing a dime.
When a man has what you want, you got to pay.
Hyah!
ROWDY: I'd like to talk to Mr. Webster.
You know, the boss of your outfit?
Uh, I'd like to have a powwow with your... chief?
It's all right, Seloti.
He's not from lower town.
Oh, uh, ma'am. Uh, name's Yates.
I got a herd up on high ground.
I kind of, uh, wanted to talk to Mr. Webster.
The answer's no, Mr. Yates.
Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Mr. Webster.
My husband died three years ago.
Oh. Well, uh, do you mind if I explain my problem
-to whoever you got run... - There's nothing to explain.
Look, Mrs. Webster, if I can't bed my herd down
on your property, I'm gonna have to double back to Dutch Flat.
And I'm short on rations. Now, if you've...
got any fee you'd want, I'll gladly pay it.
Look, Mr. Yates, I don't want your money.
And I don't want your herd or your men
anywhere near Broken Bluff.
Is that clear enough?
- ♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪ -(whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide ♪
(whip cracks)
-(whip cracks) - Hyah! Hyah!
Take us four, five days to get around,
heading right into the teeth of that wind.
Well, there's no way around it.
The thing is we can't cross the Webster land.
Can we lay over here until that norther passes?
Not much protection.
But it's better than heading into the wind
in a gully stretch like this.
Well, we start off now, we'll be running on half-rations.
If we lay over a day or two, well, we'll be down to thirds.
Can we pick up some supplies in Broken Bluff?
ROWDY: Mm. No, last time we tried that,
the prices they charge would eat up half the herd.
And they don't give us credit.
Town's that bad? Mmm.
Worse, Simon. Tell you about this town of Broken Bluff,
why, the upper part is strictly a Sunday-go-to-meeting outfit.
The lower part is made up of sawmill hands and miners,
and, believe me, both ends, they've-they've got as much use
for a drover as a long-tailed cat has for a rocking chair.
-(chuckles) -Well, we're just gonna have to figure out some...
Well, looks like a committee come to make sure
we don't even come close to their precious little town.
Let me get this straight, you want us to lay over
-for two days, huh? - That's right.
You don't seem to understand. This, uh...
These supplies I was talking about--
I'm a little short on cash.
No problem, Mr. Yates.
Beside being mayor of the town,
I also own the Broken Bluff General Store.
Uh, how much extra do I have to pay for this easy credit?
Extra? Why, nothing.
As a matter of fact,
I was offering to cut the price in half for you.
- Half? - Cost you nothing but time.
All we're asking is that you lay over for two days.
Yeah, but what's the hook?
No hook.
Broken Bluff's always got the welcome out for drovers.
Livens the place up.
Makes the bartenders happy,
starts the young girls to prancing.
(chuckles)
No, sir, ain't nobody against drovers coming here
except, uh...
except maybe a maiden lady here and there.
The thing is, uh, if you want those supplies,
you got to lay over until after election time.
Oh, what, uh, Talbot means is we'd appreciate it
if you and your men kind of...
joined in.
Join in how?
Well, so long as your men are inside the county line,
they have the right to vote-- that's the law.
Now, how many drovers you got with you this time?
Uh, 23 in all.
What's this election about?
It's a bunch of women making up
a big fuss about getting the vote.
Yeah, so they can close down every gambling table, saloon
and dance hall in lower town.
But a vote for the present administration means a vote for
free-drinking men, free-thinking women
and free-turning faro wheels.
-(men agreeing) - In the proper place, of course.
Hear, hear!
And I can figure on you casting a vote
for democracy and liberty?
ROWDY: If, uh... if this election
doesn't turn out your way,
then it's no supplies, though, hmm?
Well, what, uh, Talbot here means...
I think Yates gets my meaning clear enough.
No votes, no supplies.
You ain't for women voting, are you?
I never thought about that.
Why, it ever come to that, it'd be ruination.
Then you won't mind staying over a day, just for a good cause.
(chuckles) We see your men don't mind the wait.
Free beer for all the drovers.
(men chattering)
- Free beer?! -Starting as soon as you line up for it.
- Right, Talbot? - Sure.
See you in town, Mr. Yates?
Yeah, we'll be there.
That free beer was the magic word.
(Rowdy chuckles)
Mike, how do you know those drovers are gonna vote for us?
I'm paying for their votes, Sheriff.
With a few kegs of beer?
Drovers come cheap, Jerry.
Now, don't worry about it and go on home.
You better be right,
or there won't be any more taxes from lower town.
You just leave things to me.
I'll see that we get the right kind of voters.
Mmm. Well...
if the beer and the glad hand don't work,
there's other ways.
And I'll use 'em.
Not that way.
You was with me when I talked to the drovers.
What's gonna make them change their minds?
(chuckles)
Well, maybe the crazy women in this town--
Cassie Webster, for one.
Mrs. Webster, you mean.
All right. Mrs. Webster.
Oh, I know my place,
but maybe Mrs. Webster and all the rest of them
long-nosed females from upper town ought to remember theirs.
The only women those drovers are likely to get interested in
are the kind they find in your saloons.
I hope you're right.
Beer all set out for "em?
Six kegs.
Lined up inside the Applejack.
Ah. Here comes our votes now.
Well, that's what I call a right nice-looking town.
-(man whooping) - That ain't what I'd call it.
-(gunfire, man whooping) -(women screaming)
No, that's lower town.
I see now why they call it Broken Bluff.
Yeah. Half for people,
half for prairie dogs and drovers.
(whistles)
Welcome, boys!
Things are set up for you right over there in the Applejack.
(drumming approaching)
That's an awful lot of maiden ladies
for a small town like this.
Where'd that tame sheriff get to?
Just let me handle it.
Now, Cassie, please.
You're in my way, Mr. Thorner.
Of course, you could have your city council
throw us in jail again for not having a permit.
I didn't put you in jail, Cassie.
Then you'll let us past?
All right. March your fool heads off.
(drumming resumes)
Just let you handle it.
I don't notice you doing anything
about that female bartender of yours with the bass drum.
Why don't you fire her?
Think I want my saloons chopped up for kindling?
Do you want to join us?
Why, I'd be right glad to, ma'am!
Pee Jay...
(chuckles)
Some other time?
I swear I ain't never seen nothing like that before.
Things like that are always happening in England.
- Is that so? - Yes, it's quite usual.
They got any cattle drives in England?
No.
Yeah.
Look, if we can't join the parade, how 'bout that beer?
Yeah. Go ahead. I'll join you in a minute.
Tell me, do they do this often?
Two or three times a day.
What do they want to vote for?
To put me out of business, that's what for.
Cassie Webster put "em up to it.
She's the widow of the biggest rancher
we had around these parts.
Since her husband died, seems like
she's got nothing else to do but make trouble.
Course, this is a democracy.
They got the right to their opinions.
Opinions?!
They win themselves this election,
you won't be mayor no more,
much less get yourself sent to the state capitol.
Leave it to a bunch of high-buttoned females--
Now, look, Mr. Yates don't want to hear about our problems.
That's right. I don't.
I'm only interested in getting my herd moving.
Here's that list of supplies I told you about.
Yeah, fine.
Uh...
Time enough for business tomorrow.
After the election.
Oh, sure, right.
See you later then.
Maybe you ought to see about putting out some extra beer.
-(jaunty piano music playing) - (lively, indistinct chatter)
I'll tell you, what was that you were saying about free beer?
More of it! (laughs)
- Cheers, Mr. Yates. - Ah, cheers.
Hey, that ain't bad.
At the price, it's marvelous.
Hey, and there's a free lunch over there, too.
I've looked in every saloon in town,
I can't find her nowhere.
Who you looking for?
Oh, that, uh, lady bartender everybody's been talking about.
Mm. Well, she's probably
pounding a drum out there in that parade.
-(drumming approaching) - Oh.
Huh.
Ian, you're too young to be drinking that all by yourself.
Ah.
Aha.
(drumming continuing)
- Afternoon, ma’am. - All right, ladies, get busy.
(drumming stops)
I, uh...
I'd, uh... stay out of their way, if I were you.
(laughing)
- Ah. Hey, what-what... -(woman screams)
Ladies. Ladies, no, wait, wait.
- Hey! - Here, here now...
- Stop 'em! - Why don't you stop 'em?
Get those women out of here.
(screaming, yelling)
(woman shrieks)
Come on, get out of here.
I was taking her out of here.
I'll deal with it, Talbot. Hold it!
Wait a minute, boys, hold it, now!
Just a little bit of misunderstanding, that's all.
These drovers are our guests.
Now, we don't want to give them the wrong idea
about our little town, do we?
TALBOT: Well, you just see that Cassie Webster
and them crazy hatchet women of hers
don't give them the wrong idea.
And you can take all of this out of next month's taxes.
All right, Belle, Carol, Sue-- you go on home.
Ma'am.
(crowd murmuring)
I'm sorry, Cassie.
For what?
After all, you asked for it,
marching down here into lower town after I warned you.
No woman has to ask for brutality from a man.
Cassie, if you'd only get these crazy notions out of your head.
Well, I happen to think they're not crazy.
Women pay taxes but they can't vote.
Do these drovers pay any taxes?
Uh...
I'm going to get Talbot to get some more beer out.
I... suppose I ought to thank you.
Well, you don't have to if you don't want.
I don't want to be obligated.
You're not.
I'd have done the same thing for any woman
who was being pushed around.
Well, then you've been kept pretty busy, Mr. Yates,
'cause women have been pushed around ever since time began.
Yeah, well, I haven't been around that long.
Tell me, you think getting the vote's
gonna take care of all this?
I think it's a start.
You see, we got to make people realize we mean it.
That's why we go around beating drums
and parading and... and breaking up beer kegs.
But I... I guess you don't agree with that, do you?
Well...
I think breaking up those kegs
is a terrible waste of good beer.
Mr. Yates.
- Sorry to bust this up... - Yeah?
...but those beeves are spooking up real bad.
Ah, well, we better head back to the herd.
Break the game up, fellas.
All right, boys, let's go.
All right, let's head 'em up.
- We'll rustle them back to the herd. -What?
Hustle 'em and rustle 'em, that's you, too, Wishbone.
What are you talking about?
- I realize your trade doesn't like that. -What's the trouble?
Well, there's only one thing left to do, Rowdy,
and that's bed "em down in Webster's Canyon.
That's what we're going to do, Jim, whether Cassie Webster
likes it or not.
But there's free lunch.
Mm! Next time.
All right, hold it out. (kissing sound)
Come on... (clicks tongue) Giddyup.
Look, if we, uh, take half rations as far as Dusty Flats,
we can just forget about the supplies, I should think.
Oh, not if that norther hits us, we can't.
Oh, boy.
Sometimes you just don't have to go looking for trouble.
Well, if we have to take that pass,
that's what we'll do.
If Mrs. Webster doesn't like it,
she can just come after us with a passel full of lawyers.
Looks as though she's bringing them with her now.
They don't look very much like the solicitors I've ever seen.
(clears throat)
Ladies.
Oh, you poor boy.
You look like they've been starving you.
I'm going to take you home
and give you a good meal, if it's the last thing I do.
Oh, come on-- he just happens to eat more than any three drovers
we got, and I ought to know, because I'm the cook here
and he don't starve.
Well, most of the time, I tend bar.
But when I cook for a man, not only don't he starve,
but he gets some meat on his bones.
I'll put some meat on your bones.
Mr. Yates.
Little early for a social visit, isn't it, Mrs. Webster?
This is no social visit, Mr. Yates.
Mr. Thorner tells me that, uh, you and your drovers
are planning to vote in our election tomorrow.
You ever known Thorner to be a liar?
Now, there are a lot of things about Mike Thorner I don't like,
but he's no liar.
Then me and my boys are gonna vote in your election tomorrow.
Why, Mr. Yates?
You got nothing to do with Broken Bluff.
Doesn't matter to you what happens around there.
Why are you gonna vote?
Nell, because I promised Thorner we would, that's why.
The mayor of your town
and the laws of this state say we can vote, so we will.
So, it doesn't matter if, uh,
if somebody's a stranger, a saddle bum, a drunk.
Just so long as he wears pants,
that gives him the right to vote.
Just so long as he's an all-conquering male, is that it?
Yeah, well, that's the way it is, all over the country.
In Wyoming, women vote.
This isn't Wyoming, is it?
One of these days women all over the United States
are gonna have the right to vote.
Well, let me tell you, when that day comes
I hope you cast your vote for whoever you like.
In the meantime, I've got to get the herd moving
through the pass before nightfall.
So, I can't change your mind, Mr. Yates?
You're gonna be so stubborn that nothing I can say
is gonna make any difference?
I'm no more stubborn than the next man.
You're always telling everybody what you want them to do.
You might try asking for a change.
I got to get my herd moved out.
All right, nobody told anybody to quit.
Let's get the herd moving out.
I suppose if I had three kegs of beer to pass out,
things'd be different, wouldn't it?
You got something against beer?
No.
Just when it's used to buy votes.
You see Thorner's brand on me, is that it?
But if I offered to buy your votes for female suffrage...
Will you?
No.
Well, that's good, because you couldn't do it.
Nell, I can stop you from staying over on my land
long enough to vote.
Not without an army, you couldn't.
Then I'll get an army.
♪♪
Mrs. Webster and her committee just come back
from the trail camp.
They don't look too pleased.
I guess they didn't get far with the drovers.
That Cassie Webster better start giving up.
- I told you her name is Mrs... - I know, Mrs. Webster.
I know old man Webster left her a lot of money when he died,
but I didn't know he left her that much.
Talbot, you can stop that kind of talk right now.
I admire Mrs. Webster,
even if I think she's crazy about this voting business.
Well, don't let your admiration carry you too far.
Jerry, can't you arrest them next time they parade?
Sure I can, Mr. Talbot.
My pa says he'll release them, soon as I arrest them.
Don't your pa like being judge?
Yeah, he does,
but only if he gets elected fair and square.
That ain't the way I feel, Mr. Talbot.
Well, that's good.
Because otherwise you and that
chicken-brain wife of yours
would have to live off your salary.
(chuckles) You'd lose that gravy fat in a month.
Look,
if them women win this election,
they're going to put me out of business,
and I've worked too long and too hard to let that happen.
I understand.
You don't even begin to understand.
If they shut down lower town-- the gambling
and all the rest-- I'm just a saddle bum,
not worth the time to run out of town.
I'm willing to do all I can.
All right.
Now, you and Cassie...
(wry, quiet laugh)
...I mean Mrs. Webster.
You're pretty friendly.
Now, you go talk to her.
You go out there and talk her into, uh,
calling this whole suffragette business off.
Well, we ain't that friendly.
Besides, she's just one of 20 or more.
(chuckles) She's the one that's leading the rest of them.
Now, it just may take you a little time
to get her to change her mind.
You ain't gonna do it sitting here.
Jerry, why don't you go on back to your jail
before somebody steals it from you?
Well...
maybe he'll change her mind for her, maybe he won't.
(clicks tongue)
But if he don't,
we got trouble.
Them suffragettes get enough votes from the...
(wry laugh) respectable men in this town
to put their own people into office.
And before that happens,
we're gonna vote every grave in Boot Hill.
We're gonna make sure them drovers vote the right way
even if we have to use guns to show them the right way.
And maybe,
just maybe, we might have to put
a few bullets in a few people.
And that would be a crying shame.
Let's hope Mr. Thorner changes her mind for her.
Cassie, I'm telling you this for your own good.
How do you know what my good is, Mike?
You're young. You're pretty.
Well, you could be, if you wanted to.
Instead of running around with a bunch of crazy women
yelling for the vote, you could...
Well, you could, uh...
Could what, Mike?
Get married again?
Now, why?
Well, that's what every woman wants.
Not every woman.
Especially those that have been married.
That don't prove anything.
Jake Webster shouldn't have got married in the first place.
Ha was too old, too set in his ways.
Oh, he was a real man, he was.
He knew what he wanted and he took it.
Isn't that what you admire?
You weren't happy with him.
That don't mean you can't be happy with
-somebody else. - Like who?
Like me.
If you was married to me, you...
you wouldn't have no time for such nonsense as
parading around demanding the vote.
"Such nonsense.”
I've heard that before.
I've heard that so many times before.
Tell me, did you ever know that a...
that a child's heart could break over a little rag doll?
Or that a young girl could cry all through the night
just because she didn't have a-a pink ribbon to wear in her hair?
Or that a woman could live in the same house with a man
for six years, six long years, and still be lonely?
What are you talking about?
Just nonsense.
Cassie, you really ought to listen to me.
Votes for women, Mr. Thorner.
Oh, believe you me, I'll parade today and tonight and tomorrow.
I may even beat that big drum.
(Thorner sighs)
I'm glad you came to see me, though.
I found out you want to be mayor again so bad
you're even willing to marry me.
(Thorner sighs)
(drovers shouting, whistling)
(cattle lowing)
Let's go!
(cattle lowing, drover whistling)
Let's take a look, Simon.
Hyah!
(drovers shouting, whistling; cattle lowing)
(Quince sniffs)
Yeah, still smell that norther blowing up.
You smell something else.
Beside the norther, I mean.
Smoke, maybe.
(Quince sniffs)
Smoke? Yeah, but I don't see it.
Look there.
QUINCE: Well, it ain't no prairie fire.
Somebody's trail camp?
Well, maybe.
We better turn that herd before they get a whiff of that smoke.
They've smelled it already, Jim.
Hyah!
(drovers shouting)
-(cattle bellowing) - Whoa!
(drover whistling)
(drover shouting)
Hyah! Hyah!
-(drover whistling) - Hyah!
(drover shouting)
(cattle lowing)
(drover whistling)
Hyah!
- What's going on up there? - Well, there's smoke up ahead.
Beeves smelled it. We had a time keeping 'em from stampedin".
(drovers shouting, whistling; cattle lowing)
I don't see any smoke.
No, you can't see it from here.
But there's something burning up there.
Well, we better go take a look.
Simon, stay with the herd. Quince, Ian.
Hyah.
Don't worry, girls.
We'll handle 'em.
You females mind telling me what you're doing here?
Tending our cooking fires.
Yeah? For what?
Well, for that army you told me to organize.
Don't see any food around to cook, just smoke.
Well, do you know, we forgot the food.
Now wasn't that foolish of us?
But, then, of course,
you can't expect anything much better out of women.
Well, using this green wood is what's causing all the smoke,
isn't that right?
I know. It's just terrible, isn't it?
Look, there's a norther blowing up,
and I got to get this herd to low ground before it hits.
It's either that, or head back for Dutch Flat, which means...
Which means you won't have any time
to vote tomorrow, doesn't it?
You or your men.
I'm taking this herd through the pass.
Well, now, is anybody stopping you, Mr. Yates?
Well, this smoke's getting the beeves a little edgy.
Probably start a stampede.
Oh...?
Now, do you want to put it out, or do we?
My mother came out here in a covered wagon, Mr. Yates.
Most women came out here that way.
Their cook fires kept them and their children,
yes, and even their men, alive.
They built those fires out on the prairie
when it was raining or snowing,
whether there was wild Indians around or buffalo.
I'm not about to put that fire out, Mr. Yates.
Belle, you better put some more wood on that cook fire.
All right, all right, you win for now.
We'll bed the herd down where it is,
but we're going to bring it through tomorrow.
Smoke or no smoke, or women or ho women,
we're coming through.
Not unless you're willing to drive 'em over us.
Look, up till now, I never cared
whether women voted or didn't vote,
or painted themselves blue, or hung themselves from their toes.
You've been talking about women
being pushed around all their lives.
But you've been doing an awful lot of pushing around yourself,
to get what you want.
That election tomorrow in Broken Bluff concerns me.
And I'm gonna be in there voting, me and my men.
Um... you know, um...
Cassie was kind of fibbing.
We got food back in the rocks.
(Belle laughs)
Oh, you look terrible undernourished.
I tell you what you do.
You sneak out of camp tonight, and you come on down here,
and I'll put some fat on your bones.
Well, thank you very much, Miss, uh...
Uh, Mrs. It's Mrs. Connelly.
- Well, thank you, Mrs. Connelly. -(Belle laughs)
Go ahead. You can call me Belle. My husband wouldn't mind.
- Oh, really? - No, he's been dead ten years.
(both laughing)
Well, I'll see you later on.
- Yeah. - Bye-bye now.
Bye.
(horse sputters)
(crickets chirping)
BELLE: I knew they were starving you.
(laughs) Well, it's not quite true, actually.
It's just that I've got such an enormous appetite.
Well, I knew you wouldn't think so to look at me,
but I can't get enough to eat.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
These are delicious!
(Belle laughs)
Do you know back home in England,
tea and crumpets was always my...
(gasps) Watch your language.
CABOT: What do you mean?
I've been a lady bartender for ten years now,
and I know what crumpets are.
You know, that's the way this country looked
when the first human came here.
That's the way it's gonna look when the last of us goes.
You worried about it, Mrs. Webster?
Don't call me Mrs. Webster. I hate that name.
I'm sorry.
Call me Cassie?
Cassie.
You know, I was 18
when my parents married me to Jake Webster.
He was 50.
Oh, it was a good match.
He was very rich.
No, it wasn't.
It wasn't good at all.
I was too young to understand myself or even him, I suppose.
But I cried when he died.
It was expected of me.
And yet, underneath it all, I think I was...
I don't know.
Relieved?
That's not too uncommon...
You know, I had a...
I had a kind of a stepmother once.
She never beat me or anything like that,
but she, uh, never said two decent words
in the whole time we were around each other.
Well, she finally took fever and passed away.
I tried to feel sad about it, but... it was impossible.
So, I just ended up feeling...
Relieved?
Yeah, I guess that's it.
Oh, that's how it was with me for so long.
(sighs)
I don't know why I'm telling you all this, Mr. Yates.
I guess it's because, right now,
it seems like we're the only two people in the whole world.
"Mr. Yates" is, uh, all right, but
"Rowdy" would be a little friendlier, don't you think?
All right... Rowdy.
Rowdy.
Rowdy Yates.
You know, you keep saying that over and over,
and after a while, it doesn't make any sense at all.
You're the...
prettiest suffragette I ever saw.
You don't understand, do you?
No, I guess not.
Well, I guess I started out being a suffragette
because I wanted to get revenge on men,
'cause my own marriage had been so miserable.
But, you know, well, now, it's something more than that.
You see, the right to vote would give women dignity.
It'd make persons of 'em in their own right.
Shh.
You think that solves everything, don't you?
Mm-hmm. - Just like every other man.
I don't think anything right now.
But it doesn't, you know.
Doesn't really solve anything at all.
You're still not moving your herd through that pass.
(cattle lowing)
(Rowdy sighs)
We haven't gone through that pass yet.
You're telling me?
Mighty well am.
Oh, already knew that, Wish.
But look here, Rowdy.
I'm almost old enough to be your father.
Oh, gee. Fortunately, you ain't.
Well, of course not. I'm a bachelor.
And it wouldn't look right
for you to have a bachelor for a father.
But what I'm getting at is,
are you going to let these women hold us up?
Well, I'm afraid they already have.
Besides, I'm not too sure they're not right.
Hey, if Providence had wanted women folk to have the vote,
it would have...
Would have what?
(Wishbone sighs)
Hmm?
Well, made 'em more like men, I guess.
Women are still in the pass.
No lady bartender, though.
Enough of them to get in the way
if we try to run the beeves through.
We can't do that, yeah.
Why not? Once those beeves start coming through there,
those women'll scatter faster
than you can say, "Votes for women!"
Well, suppose they don't?
Well, nobody'd be that stupid.
WISHBONE: Well, maybe the women would.
Well, what-what are you gonna do?
(sighs): I'm gonna ride into town.
Well, that isn't gonna get anybody out of anybody's way.
Well, there's a sheriff in Broken Bluff.
He might be able to do something.
You didn't finish your breakfast.
You sick or something?
Well, I don't feel too good.
Maybe it was something I ate.
That pass ain't part of Broken Bluff, Mr. Yates.
I got no right to arrest nobody out there.
You mean, you got no intention of arresting anybody out there.
Look, Mr. Thorner, you still want us
to vote against that suffragette business?
I feel the same way I always did.
You sure ain't acting the same way.
Yates.
You want them supplies?
You be sure and vote the way you said.
Yeah. My first job
is to get that herd through the pass, though.
After that, my men and I might not have time to vote.
Um... Cassie Webster's heading out for the ranch.
Getting provisions for those women blocking your path.
If you want to save time, you can talk her out of it.
Ranch is a mile out of town, heading north.
Cassie won't listen to him.
She might.
More than she did to me.
TALBOT: Voting's begun.
I know that.
Jerry, you ought to be over at the barbershop,
seeing that nobody votes that ain't entitled to.
Now, you've done a good bit of talking.
Talking that ain't accomplished a thing.
What do you want me to do?
Nothing.
I'm taking over.
What, the talking?
The doing.
Where are you going?
Well, the best and the fastest way to kill a snake
is lopping its head off.
You stay away from Cassie.
Now, if she was to get her barns burned down
and her stock run off,
well, I figure she might stop worrying about votes for women.
You figure the same way?
I don't like it.
- Take your hands off me. - Now, you listen to me...
- I'm done listening. - You're not going anyplace,
do you hear me? (grunts)
(groans, pants)
Trail boss's horse.
Yeah.
He could try stopping us.
That'll be his lookout.
You get that fire going; I'll take care of Yates.
You know, you're not doing what you think you are.
You gonna try and stop me?
No, it's just that if we don't get the herd through the pass,
the men are gonna have an awful lot of time on their hands,
time enough to vote.
What about the norther?
Oh, that's all dying out.
However, I could, uh, I could let them think
that they've got to stay with the herd
and keep working till after the voting's over with.
You mean that?
Well, people get their feelings going,
they don't often think straight.
I know.
Ooh, how about that!
You complaining?
No, no, it just wasn't long enough, that's all.
(gunshot)
Get down.
(breaking window)
You got a rifle in here?
- In the other room. - You better get it.
And keep down.
(gunfire)
It's empty. You got any bullets for it?
I wouldn't know where.
(quietly): Oh, boy.
Rough time holding them off with this.
Is there any horses out in back?
No, the stable's out front.
- Oh, boy. - Who's out there?
I-Is Mike Thorner with them.
No, I don't think so. Looks like Talbot and a few of his boys.
(gunshot)
Boy, if they start rushing the house, we're in trouble.
(whispers): Rowdy.
Thorner, get down!
Drover's in there with a gun!
He'll pick you off!
Not before I get you.
-(gunshot) - Oh!
(gunshot)
Well, it's over... now.
You and your darned fool votes for women!
Nobody asked you to come here.
On account of you, I killed a man out there.
I suppose it'd have been better if you'd killed a woman.
They don't really count, do they?
Like killing puppies nobody wants
-or gophers eating your crop. - Shut up.
That man you shot, the one you're crying about,
was trying to kill me.
Why didn't you help him?
-(Cassie shouts) - Take it easy, now.
(panting)
Why, you're like a wild animal.
What are you trying to do, kill him?
Well, he swung on me.
That doesn't make any difference.
Well, he started the fight. You saw it.
Well, he has his pride.
He was ashamed of hitting me.
Mike, are you all right?
All right?
(panting)
Cassie... I've been wrong about so many things,
...can't begin to tell you.
But there's one thing I got to.
I thought a woman asking for the vote...
wasn't a real woman,
didn't have the same...
feelings... or wants or...
Cassie...
will you marry me?
Oh, Mike...
of course I will.
You...
Oh.
(sighs)
(drovers shouting, whistling; cattle lowing)
BELLE: Ian!
These are for you.
Oh, that's very sweet of you. Thank you.
Hey-- crumpets!
Popovers.
Thank you very much.
Bye-bye, now.
Bye.
What are you staring at?
Oh, I ain't never seen a lady bartender before.
Well, now that you have...
I like "em.
Ma'am.
Well... it's real nice of you all
to ride out and say good-bye.
We owe you our vote.
After all, if your men hadn't voted
in favor of women's suffrage, well...
I guess...
some of us even owe you more than that.
Well, I'm one didn't vote for this
suffrage business, and I'll mighty well tell you why.
'Cause if this thing grows, in another 50 years,
this country just won't be fit to live in.
(clicks tongue)
(quiet laughter)
See you later.
(drovers shouting, whistling)