How the West Was Won

Ain't you lost enough tail feathers
back there?

I've been plucked some.
But that's what I like about this country.
There's always greener grass
over the next hill.

Not no more.
Not since that damn railroad come.

All the grass is bein' staked out now,
with a lock on it.

Maybe I'll just have to climb
a little higher hill to find it.

How about comin' along?
Are you crazy?
Like the Indians say, "These rocks
and trees around here feel no call to move.

"Why should I?"
Guess I'm not an Indian, Jethro.
And I'm sure not a rock nor a tree.
A man belongs with his own kind,
like him or not.

The coming of railroads brought changes
in the land through which they passed.

Now, immense herds of cattle were driven
hundreds of miles to meet the lines...

... bound for markets in the East.
Fences went up, cattle trails were barred...
... and a long and bloody wrangle began
between cattlemen and homesteaders.

The law was in the hands of whoever
could shoot fast and straight...

... except where there was somebody
determined to stand for law.

Others might look on sheep and a shepherd
as a pastoral scene.

But not the cattleman.
To him, sheep destroyed grass,
and grass came dear.