Tom Horn
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:13:04
You're welcome, sir.
:13:07
Tom, this is Arlo Chance.
:13:11
- Tom.
- Ora Haley.

:13:12
Howdy.
:13:14
- lan MacGregor.
- Proud to meet you.

:13:35
What's the matter, Tom?
:13:37
- What is it?
- It's a lobster.

:13:41
I'll be darned.
I've never eaten a bug that big before.

:13:45
That's a Maine lobster.
Broiled alive, packaged in seaweed...

:13:48
and shipped out here by train.
:13:51
At every station, the conductor drains
the melted seawater off of them.

:14:10
- You getting the hang of it?
- I'm trying.

:14:23
Tom, I don't know
whether John here told you...

:14:26
but we've got
a hell of a range problem here.

:14:28
The damn rustlers have
completely wiped out our herd profits...

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not to mention...
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what the buzzards and the predators
have done to our cash crops.

:14:38
We got people
homesteading our rangeland...

:14:41
and raising sheep on our grass.
:14:43
Right at the present time, Mr. Horn,
what's your primary source of livelihood?

:14:47
Mr. Coble offered me
to ease up at his place for a while...

:14:51
and I said I'd earn my keep.
:14:52
That's good enough.
:14:54
Tom, you met Joe Belle?
United States Marshal.

:14:57
Hello.
:14:58
I'm not wanted for anything, am I?

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