02x11 - The Beauty Jamison Story

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According

Will Jamerson, pioneer who fought his best

settler of the land
north, south, east and west

w*r in 1792, died 1866.

Robert Byrd, Will Jamison

Adams have buried up on top of this hill
so he can sort of watch over his land.

Did he own all of it?

Yeah, just 100 miles a trail,

waterholes grazing strip the works

on those early land grants.

And he made sure people wouldn't
forget him anyway.

And they won't

bust every rancher who is settled here
either.

Did. Business is where you start.

He's tougher.

I bet the Major wrapped him around
his little finger

when he documented at the Wagner
Enterprises ground.

He must have saved this time
and it's safe. Hey.

What are they hanging around here for?

I don't know, Joe.

You never do.

Beauty Jamison.

Whose beauty? James.

His daughter.

What's that?

Ed Stringer.

What do you suppose he done wrong?

The one thing he missed

was g*ns. That a lot of use.

You suppose he's from the Jamison Ranch?

No. The old man was too good to throw
and let himself to hire a gunslinger,

so he kept the small ranches in line.

But a village Amazons trying to ride
herd over his territory.

That's another thing.

She'll need an army of hired g*ns
to keep him in line.

Say, as long as there's a private w*r
going on here,

it might not be safe to bring the wagon
train this way.

About ready to make camp you right back
and tell them to stay

put until he hears from me.

Right. What about him?

You read the note,
then you got to deliver him.

You know a better way to meet a lady
that measures all yours, boy.

Keep your eyes open.

Now, I tell you, it will never be back.

A wasted time looking for one, two,
two, one.

One of them small ranches didn't shot him.

Did you find him?

No, not a trace.

And from those plains, the son of a polar
boatman, she made a string of foreman.

He'd never last.

You tell him, Jamieson what to do now.

You could do a lot worse
than listening to me.

Maybe you'd like a crack at the informant.

Why not?

What's so tough about keeping a lot of
half starved little writers in line?

Well, you need to plan what it takes
to make it work.

Good.

I don't care who hears it

till you tell the boss that for me.

Just tell her what I said

so slowly.

So I can't rely on anybody around here.

I dry.

Never mind.

Now, where have you been?

As if I didn't know

you were listening to this hands gripe
because I make them work for change.

Where did they find Ed Stringer yet? Huh?

I know the answer to that, too.

Well, he'll probably
show up around here tonight.

Dead drunk.

Or maybe he won't show up at all.

I could have sworn
it was a man for the job.

Well, well, don't just stand there.

Finish me.

You know,

talking to you
is like talking to a sphinx.

Can't you ever say anything
short here? No.

Good for a woman.

My father liked it this way.

And that's the way it's going to stay.

Your father not here any more.

Don't say that.

I should have sent you out to pasture,
and I will, too,

if you don't stop treating me
like a little girl.

You're not a little girl.

Also, I'm not yet a woman.

Get out! Get out

with me.

It's not so bad

after all.

You're sure you've told me all you know?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Look at him.

Is that a final form?

First shoestring rancher gets a lion,

sends him home first,

bury him

far away from here, slip.

You know,

you could have saved us a lot of time
and trouble by burying them yourself.

I didn't think your father
would like to share his private cemetery.

All right.

What do you want for your trouble?

Wasn't no trouble, ma'am.

You're entitled to something.

Nothing you could give me.

So that's Flint McCullough, huh?

Went McCullough

high and mighty for a wagon
train scout wouldn't

you say, ma'am?

We need to know.

Foreman Miss Beauty.

Now that the job's open again.

I told you before job, the answer is no.

Mr. McCullough,

I'm sorry if I sounded blunt before.

Didn't matter.

Will you have supper with me.

And payment for my trouble?

How many apologies do I have to make?

I take it you accept.

You know that all along.

You have any ideas?

Get them.

Ideas About what?

Well, hanging around, looking for a job.

Maybe the thought.

Don't try me.

You frighten me.

What's going on around here?

Look through my street one
and onto a grazing land.

Well, I was trying to round them up.

You teaching?

Mrs. Foreman's
part of me called Stringer a foreman.

Of course I'd be more like it.

I tried explaining,

but it just kept standing there
with that smirk on his face,

his fingers itching to draw.

And he would have.
I give him half a chance.

You knew there would be trouble
if you crossed Stringer?

I didn't think.

When I come out of the barn this morning,
this is what I found.

What kind of a man would take
the kind of a horse's throat a minute?

I saw that knife.

I knew who done it.

And I went after him
right in front of the old man's monument.

We locked horns.

Not much of a shot,
but there are other ways to k*ll.

You know what you've done was bad enough
trying to keep the peace

with the old man alive,
but now k*lled on a hired g*n.

What other choice do I have?

I tried to get through the water.
Hopeless. Afternoon.

Herman stopped me.
I didn't do anything about it.

She refuses us the right to pass
our cattle or die of starvation or thirst.

All I want us to be left alone.

And there's no chance of that
now. Not what Stringer did.

She lay this whole blame on us.

I think you're wrong, Ralph.

I don't think beauty ordered
Stringer to run wild

like he's been doing
what you expect hiring to k*ller?

I don't think she knows what she's doing.

She knows what she's doing.

No, it hasn't been easy for her

taking over the ranch,
trying to live up to a legend.

Her legend, Will Jamieson, run roughshod
over this land and all the people on it

all the time he was alive.
She's now different.

Matter of fact, she's worse now.

I'll never believe
that. You're blinded by a Steve.

When are you going to accept the fact
that she's not in love with you?

I wish you hadn't said that, Luke.

And it's time somebody said.

When are you going to wake up?

She's a bad woman.

I don't agree with you.

Then I prefer not to discuss it.

I do agree that she's gone too far
this time.

Written to Washington
asking the government

to investigate the Jamieson Land grant.

A lot of good that'll do.

It'll take months
before some clergyman bothers dangerous.

Meanwhile, we've got to do business
her way or starve to death.

Well, I talked to her.

Try to bring her to her senses.

You've tried to talk to her before, Steve.

I'll try again
and she'll turn you down again.

Like she always done.

Then what?

Across that bridge when we get to it,

you have to play it by ear.

I'm sorry about your horse, Luke.

Beauty will replace it. I'll see to it.

No matter what that woman does.

You still think there's good in her,
don't you, Steve?

It belonged to my father.

Most everything around it does.

As it should.

You mind if I ask you a question? No.

What are you trying to prove?

I don't believe I understand.

Yes, you do.

You understand perfectly.

My father left me
with a big responsibility.

I'm just trying to live up to it.

You know that every 10th word out of
your mouth is father.

He was a great man.

The first to settle here.

He built this house, became rich, famous.

He paved the way for every rancher
that followed.

And what's more, he taught me.

Everything, you know.

Especially how to hold on to
and control everything that's mine.

And do you control everything? Everything.

Your smug, arrogant and overbearing.

But I promised myself
I wouldn't let you make me angry.

Especially
since you're going to work for me.

Am I?

Naturally.

Oh, well, I've been watching you, Mr.

McCullough.

And whether you realize it or not,
you have an ability for leadership,

which is the first thing to look for
in a foreman.

Your father always said.

After you've been here a while,
you'll learn to respect the name of Will

Jamieson.

Oh, you two would have gotten along.

I'm sure that.

And you rules ranchers

just the way he did with an iron hand.

Those ranches.

Do you know what they're asking?

Throw open the ranges. Rights of way.

No restrictions on waterholes.
What's wrong with that?

Oh, excuse me, beauty.

Steve, I thought I told you
I didn't want to see you again.

Steve Marshall Plant, Clint McCullough.

I know the last man in the world
I expected to find here.

Well, I. Heard
you'd settle down to ranching out here.

Three years ago.

There's nothing left in Georgia
for me anymore.

You look fine. Just fine.

You'd be surprised how much ranching
a man can do with one hand.

Oh, excuse me, beauty.

I didn't mean to be rude,

but it's just that I'm so happy
to set eyes on this old boy again.

Well, you'll be seeing a lot more of him
from now on.

Not just scouting for the wagon train
anymore.

He's just agreed to become my new foreman.

Let's just say that
the lady offered me the job.

Well, if I thought there was any chance of
you accepting, I'll accept.

So if any

of your friends have any problems,
you can take them up with them.

Mr. McCullough.

Without knives.

That's
what I came here to talk to you about.

There's nothing to discuss.

Just like that.

Now, listen to me.

If you're going. To use that tone with me.

Beauty, what is it
going to take to make you understand?

Now, let's get the facts straight.

If I had wanted to,

I could have formed a posse to hunt down
the man who m*rder*d Ed Stringer.

Do you know why?

And Stringer was m*rder*d Because he tried
to take the law into his own hands.

Well, I never told him to do that.

Deliberately, wantonly destroying a ranch
as the most valuable

possession, cutting our horses throat.

And when they only went after him,
it tried to k*ll him, too.

Well, Stringer is dead and buried.

There's nothing we can do about that now.

You're the one I'm worried about.

All this fighting, this resistance is
living in the past will destroy you.

It's the future that counts.

The West is going to change this country,
and it's up to us to change with it.

Well,
you could light up the name of Jamieson.

Make it shine.

More likely
than your father ever dreamed of doing.

Don't you say that.

Sounds to me
like the man's telling the truth.

I might have known you two would agree.

Little men with little ideas.

And to think I wasted my breath offering

you the chance of a lifetime.

Get out of my house.

Both of you.

Is everything all right?

This beautiful.

Oh, why?

Why does it always have to be this way?

I couldn't.

Maybe Father had what he wanted.

A son to take his place.

I came along feeling

you because I'm what I

would call a color.

And I know he turned you down.

Turn me down.

What do you mean?

I don't need Steve Marshall McCullough
or anybody.

Oh, manage
just the way my father said I would.

How have what?

I want to know. Do what I want.

Not alone. You will miss Beauty.

Nobody does it alone.

Especially women.

I remember suddenly your father once said.

Be good advice for you to follow.

Want to hear?

No. I'll tell you anyway.

With the right man and the right job.

And give him his head.

That's all you need, Miss Beauty.

The right man.

And you think you are the right man.

More ways than one.

He must get kind of.

Lonely out here.

Stay with another yourself.

It's a far cry
from what I grew up with in Atlanta.

Well, I'm afraid that's dead
and buried in your past.

My past is still with me.

And as you say, it's lifeless.

My books are the only exception.

Of course.

Whatever happened to your writing?

I still write.

Not that it's of any use out here.

I suppose that's the first

thing that made Will Jamieson
suspicious about me.

Pretty hard to talk.

About anything around here without the
name Will Jamieson Crabbe in it, isn't it?

Well, when a man spends a lifetime
satisfying his ambitions,

the damage he does comes home to roost
and it remains

long after he's gone.

Tomorrow morning,

some of the neighboring ranches
will be riding in here.

They'll want to know
what I accomplished tonight.

What beauty's next move is going to be.

And you know the answer to that
as well as I do.

Another Ed Stringer.

I will not stand for it.

And they won't listen to me anymore
either.

Nothing can stop this thing
until the prairie is run red

with blood

fails.

Flint

failed, and then it trusted me.

Failed Beauty

myself.

And can't fight and love the same.

Thing.

I never said.

You didn't have to.

I knew how you felt about her
the minute you looked at her.

It's been that way from the start.

Even though I know what she stands for,

what her father forced her to be.

Trouble is, you're too good for her
to fill a breeding Manor's education.

Only way to handle a woman
like Jamieson is to break her.

You don't understand Roper. Tire

grinding those into the dirt.

That's your respect and understand.

I couldn't.

And give her up.

I can't do that either.

That's why I'm getting out of here.

You've changed, Steve.

Steve
Marshall, the manufacturer for years.

A civil w*r.

The man who had the courage

to start all over again
from scratch, given up because of a woman

and the ghost of her old man.

You said just about enough Flint.

You're right, said enough.
Seen enough Her.

The best thing for me to do
is get back to the wagon train

and get it out of here
as soon as possible.

Clint, you think I want to give up.

And stop feeling sorry for yourself?

You can't convince me, Jamieson,
to see things your way.

You've got to fight.

What are you going to tell

the small ranchers when they get here?

Oh, I'm not sure I am.

Problem you're facing, it is nothing new.

It exists all over the West.

Wherever special privileges
have been handed out to one man.

What's the answer?

You've been fighting as individuals,
you've got to fight as a group

and association. It'll never work.

Out in Texas.

Why shouldn't it work here?

Cattlemen's Association.

Of all the men who ever work

here,
my father trusted you the most, Chris.

For good reason. This beauty.

He gave the orders and I followed him.

I should have made you foreman
from the start.

Foreman

was the time when I wanted that job
more than anything in the world.

Well, you got it now.

It's too late now.

Nonsense.

You know more about this ranch
and anybody on it.

I reckon I do, Miss Beauty.

Your father never let up.

Driving from the first day hired me.

Well, he appreciated you just like I do.

That's why I'm offering you the job.

And I'm still turning it
down, this beauty.

For 20 long years,
your father promised to make me foreman.

He'd dangle that job before me
like sugar before I could.

But he never gave it to me.

He couldn't give up that much power.

Not as long as there was breath
left in his body

at the me or any other man.

I'm not blaming him or

I'm not complaining.

But now I.

I just don't care anymore.

Well, of course

I need you

badly.

In a lifetime.

Everybody needs Miss Beauty.

Some get, some don't.

Strong survive.

And the weak. Hang on.

Swept along with the tide.

Get yourself a younger man. This beauty.

Somebody would get up and go.

Somebody will stop
at nothing to get his way.

Not even stop for the name of Jamieson.

But you don't want that

kind of a man, do you, miss Beauty?

Oh, not any more than your father did.

Of course, if you were different,

you'd have a choice.

The choice?

If you don't mind my saying,

you will never get what you want.

Miss Beauty.

Driving as hard as your father.

And you were right

when you said I'd be wasting my time
talking to beauty Jamieson again.

Know it all along.

What did she do? Hire
another gunslinger for a foreman?

Yeah. Somebody else to push us around.

Oh, she made up her mind
a Starbucks and not me.

She won't.

You know, maybe Luke had the right idea to
start with, and a blade is going to fly.

I'm sh**ting first and keep sh**ting right
away.

Grazing strip waterholes open and free,

and we're not going to get anywhere
with the use of leaden buckshot.

You got a better idea?

Clint McCullough has got a solution.

I can give it to you in two words, men.

Cattlemen's Association.

Cattlemen's Association.

That's right.

All of you organize for the same purpose.

What good a man. Do it.
She'll still find us her way.

Not if your organization is strong enough.

You can force her into joining you.

You think beauty.

Jamieson to join in association with us?

Never in a million years no more.

Your father would she destroy us
one by one.

One by one? Yes.

But not if you're organized.

The time for fighting
as individuals is past.

Then, if she refuses to join you,

she'll find that she's alone.

Yeah.

Not as long as she can
hire men to fight for.

That's not what I mean.

Fighting with hired g*ns, men
with no stake in the future.

You're the men that are building the West.

You got something to fight for.

But you've got to be organized.

If you fight as individuals, you'll fail.

That's the way it's been.
That's the way it's always going to be.

But once you're organized.

Mark my words,

the day I'll come.

And Beauty Jamieson, I'll come to you.

Get down on our knees and beg to join You.

Have what have you.

Got to lose.

Right,

Chris?

Yeah.

I just came from the marshal place.

Those branches abandoned together.

Well, I'm going to Cattlemen's Association
to break Jamieson Rule once and for all.

Good.
You don't know what you're talking about.

I tell you, I know what I'm talking about.

By tomorrow morning,
not a hand working here will be safe.

They'll pick us off one by one.

Just the way
they got stronger in the back.

We know why Stringer was k*lled.

Maybe if he taught lesson
and more or less, he'd still be alive.

A gunslinger for a foreman.

Now, what do we got now? Nothing.

Everybody stand around
waiting to be told what to do.

Miss Beauty, you'll make up her
mind to do the right thing.

You can bet on that.
She doesn't know what you want.

But I do.

Either we get someone who knows
what he's doing to take over here.

I quit.

Jed, you're a troublemaker.

Leave him alone, Judge.

You're fired.

You're lost.

I quit.

Why do you always have to cause trouble?

I was just trying to tell them.

The ranch is abandoned together,
forming a cattlemen's association.

That's true.

It's true.

How do I know you're not lying?

That's McCullough,
your friend Steve Marshall.

Come to my office.

You all get to work.

You heard what the boss said.

Get talk.

All right, Judge, You win.

Job's yours.

Was it easy for you to say
that wasn't mine?

I'm not through yet. Let me finish first.

I know what you're thinking.

Things have come to a sorry past
when you have to turn to an ignorant

hillbilly for help.

I'm proud of being a hillbilly.

I fought my whole life just like he did.

You know what I mean?

I knew someday my chance had come.

That's why I'm thanking you.

Telling you you'll never regret it.

I'll just remember this.

Many a man fails because he uses his fists
instead of his brain.

Your father used both.

Was only one wheel.

Jamieson

never struck without reason,

never acted without a cause.

Future's up to you, Judd.

I think it's time
we talked to Marshal McCullough.

Why? Between the two of them,

they have every ranch for miles around,
screaming for blood.

Cattlemen's Association.

Remember?

We stopped them right now.

I won't be responsible.

Right.

I'll be right with you.

It's unanimous.

Steve, you're the chairman. Good looking.

Real good. Well,
I'm sure you can make it work.

I wish I had your confidence. McCullum.

You say this system turned out
all right in Texas and complete success.

And once this territory is Virgin
of the Union,

the position of the association
I'll put you in will be one of strength.

I hope so,
because the way things have been going,

the state's going to wind up being trial.

Jamieson I even settle for that.

If Billy agrees to join us.

Going to have your chance
to talk to issues.

She's outside.

Go ahead.

Tell the lady what we've been cooking up.

Well, I.

Steve here is willing to name
the territory.

Jamieson.

That is after it becomes a state provided
you join the Cattlemen's Association.

They just formed.

How generous.

You did. We've formed an association.

We have our terms.

We are willing to be fair.

And if you'll respect our demands, we'll
be peaceful and no one will get hurt.

And if you'll join us.

There isn't going to be any cattlemen's
association.

Is that clear?

Not as long as there's a Jamieson
run on the territory.

Now, either you forget this nonsense
or I won't stop

until every homesteading renter is driven
out of here.

Just how do you plan to do that?

It'll be my job

if you want to keep yours, McCullough,
You better get back to that wagon

train and start traveling for permission
to cross.

Jamieson Land is. Canceled.

Your father gave a major right away.

Here.

You taken it away?

I will, unless you mind your own business
and clear out of here.

Mr. Bascom here has full authority
to act on my behalf.

Judy, you can't be serious.

McCullough is trying to help all of us.

It's all here.

I'm on a set of rules and regulations.

Looks like somebody is going to have to
take care of one more enforcer.

If that comes to pass, it'll be my job.

I don't think it'll be easy.

Chuck Bascom

reminds me of a man with growing pains.

I said I'd handle them.

You'll have to do better.

With him than you did with his boss.

Well, I'd like to stay around for the fun
fellows, but if I don't get back to Major

Adams, I'm going to be in more trouble
with him than you are with duty, Jamieson.

But I'll be back.

Good luck.

Now what?

We're going ahead

just as we've planned

for the

twister.

Hey. Got back, huh?

Yeah, I got back. All right.

Where's the major? He's Albert Hawkes
checking the stock.

Pretty sure I've been walking around here.

Yeah, well,
he's going to have to buckle while longer.

Where things are going,
the Jamieson place would be better off

if we backtrack 400 miles
through Indian Country.

Yeah, that's
what the major been talking about.

That new Jamieson farm has been here.

You gave a major a fit.

Jed Baskin has been here. Yeah.

Let's go find a major giant.

Come in.

Want to see me, ma'am?

I didn't tell you to go

some collagen back to the wagon
train. Yep.

Are they rolling?

Oh. How do you know?

Look for myself.

So all you got to do.

I had my reasons.

Clint McCullough.

Not interested.

Those ranchers have been awfully quiet
the last 24 hours.

They're up to something,
and I don't like it.

Cattlemen's Association is on the move.

What are you talking about?

Maidens all over the range.

Parker and Ali impeach him.

Steers have been driven to the
well near the ridge,

half a dozen other herds
grazing all over the North Slope.

You've done nothing about it.

I know what I'd like to do.

Well, what's stopping you.

Now, Lauren?

When you took this job,
I told you to think for yourself.

I remember.

I'll start at daybreak tomorrow.

Don't talk. Act

that all, ma'am.

That's all

you for lunch?

I saw them headed this way.

I tried to round up some of the ranchers.

We're responsible.

Been high enough for that.

Just ask them how high stakes.

Wait.

I'll get a chance by himself.

Oh. Oh, God.

Stop it.

Get him out of here.

Hey, Hey.

Sometimes it takes more and bring.

You're the one I'm worried about.

What are you trying to prove?

Also, not yet A woman.

That's all you need, Ms.. Beauty.

The right man.

If you were different,
you'd have a choice.

You're the one I'm worried about.

Nothing you could get me.
What are you trying to prove?

I'm from a. Woman.

You have to be this way until you need me.

You're the one I'm worried about. Me.

Get out of here.

Before everything else around here.

You touch me again and I'll k*ll you.

There.

Steve,

What happened to you?

Chad Bascom?

I should have finished him.

I could have just started a fight.

So why didn't you humans? Not in me.

And after the way he ran
roughshod over us,

k*lling cattle, burned ranches.

Why you practically ruined this.

I'm sorry.

See, that's my fault.

This is not your fight, Flint.

Take that wagon train
and get on out of here.

I can best
come to that to have no right away.

Unless we pay a toll and $20 a wagon
is more money than the people can afford.

It's bad, as Will Jamieson was.

He never demanded at all.

What are you going to do? Talk to Beauty.

We have to backtrack.

It's a 400 mile detour that takes us
through Indian Country, Kansas time.

We can't afford to lose you.

These men got to you, too.

She knew what she was doing
when she put Bascom in charge.

That's how you ranchers.

They said they'd be back.

I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help.

You just stay right where you are.

I hope they stick together.

It's the only chance they got.

Glad you're here, as usual.

Here's me for what we're playing.

Beauty Jamieson back.

Wow. Luke, listen to me.

Honestly, Steve, don't worry.

We'll take care of everything we'll report
here.

We'll be at my place later.

I'll catch up with

it. Had to come.

Steve.

I still wish you
wouldn't get into this Flint.

Fight
anyway, whether I'm with them or not.

And they can use an extra g*n.

Flint,

I know this is going to sound ridiculous.

Still, you could see that
nothing happens to beauty.

I love a.

I like to put it.

Get that man out of there.

I said,
light the torches, John. I've had enough.

I'm not going to stand for it now.

You wanted to see me?

Not through choice.

It's hard to believe that one woman
could cause so much trouble.

You think I'm going to stand here
while you shut.

Up and listen

to think that Steve Marshall

is still willing to put up with you.

He shouldn't have fought with Judd.

It's not Judd Bascom.

He's fighting. It's Jamison.

Everything.

Your name stands
for the Proud Heritage. Your father left.

My father is dead.

Do you want to admit it?

And so he goes right on telling you

what to do
because you're afraid to live without him.

Why do you think Steve is fighting?

To try and make you open your eyes
to make you realize

because he loves you and it's too bad
because you don't even know

the meaning of the.

Word.

You've finished. No.

Before the night is over,
Jamison rule will be,

and not one renter striking back will know
one moment of regret.

Striking back.

Just the way Judd Bascom did following.

Your orders

destroying property, persecuting people,
even demanding a 12 from the wagon train.

I never told him to do that.

I mean, his duty. Mr.
Steve Render on fire.

What? Mr. Steve? Strange on fire?

No, wait.

Go ahead, Bascom. Drop

no g*n.

Night.

No. Oh, no.

Sheriff

Baskins, Already dead.

One less to. Worry about

us, Steve.

I'm all right.

The rest of the ranchers are coming in
from all sides.

Looks around the place,

got burned to the ground, burned
the name Jamison out of the country.

The man.
Wait a minute. There's no need for that.

What are you waiting for?

Burn it.

Burn it to the ground.

Burn this place
and all it stands for out of my life

once and for all.

I don't care.

They look.

Nolo wagons.

Remember?

No grass a little over a month
where there ain't no pines.

All aboard my the weather
praying to the Lord.

We stay together side by side.

No more wagons for

wagons for

a passenger.

And with some wondering if he said
we're going to sh**t the g*n looking for.

A plane and looking for a g*n.

Need me pretty.

If you ride all the wagons for

wagon.

Oh, got to keep a long time to go

and follow the so oh oh wagon.

Never had a cabin in Virginia.

Stone

won't get out of poverty. Oh.

No. The board
hired the weather train to the w*r.

We stay together. Side by side.

All the wagon train.