We got a bad situation here, and those homesteaders you brought in with you are going to make it worse.
(indicates front of house) They’re going to cut McKendrick off on the north.
A man could die of thirst before anybody offered him a drink around here.
J.T. pulls a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet and sets up three glasses, but Kate pantomimes for him to add one for
Maybe you all ought to come to California with Jake and me.
Augie’s going to grow up here. There’s nothing wrong with the land, it’s just some of the people.
The problem is, Emmett, you killed the wrong McKendrick.
Why, J.T., watch what you’re saying around Augie. Emmett didn’t kill anybody.
Well, Kate, it was self-defense sure enough, but I think you’d have to
say I killed old Murdo. I think that’s definitely the word.
His son is worse than he was. He’s smoother, so you don’t always hear him coming, but he’ll do anything to
keep his range free.
I’m worried what he’s going to do when he finds out you boys are back.
Emmett puts his arm around her.
I think Jake here–