The Rare Breed
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:56:24
You go along now, Vindicator...
:56:26
and don't you come back,
do you hear me?

:56:29
Go along.
:56:38
[Snorting]
:56:46
Vindicator, you've got to stand
on your own four feet. I mean it.

:56:51
You're a British bull
with uncommon good sense...

:56:54
and fine ancestors.
:56:57
We've had some fine times together.
:56:59
Now you've got to prove yourself.
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And prove that Father was right.
:57:05
Go on.
:57:11
[Sentimental instrumental music]
:57:21
[Bellowing]
:57:34
She turned him loose.
:57:36
Your lass has got guts,
I'll grant you that.

:57:42
I suppose you'll be
going home now, ma'am?

:57:44
What for?
I mean, whas the rush, Sam?

:57:48
Mistress Evans could pay us
a wee visit for awhile.

:57:52
Come summer, you'll see the first
crossbred Herefords on this range.

:57:55
Sam, there's no sense
in telling her a lie.

:57:59
This is longhorn country...

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