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(Amos herding a horse)
Amos: C'mon, c'mon, let's go!
Amos: Get 'em in there, c'mon, c'mon!
Amos: Hey, miss. I've got most of the horses secure, and the chickens.
Bonnie: Well thank you, Amos, but it's the herd I'm worried about.
Amos: I know, they're scattered all over the valley and beyond. The weather is coming in real fast.
Bonnie: So what do you suggest, Amos, we leave the herd out there to be scattered by the storm and ourselves left here to die without a livelihood?
(Marston heads to them)
Marston: Can I help?
Amos: No miss, if the men get caught out in that storm, they're gonna die.
Bonnie: And if we lose the herd, we'll all die, you stupid man.
Marston: Doesn't sound like we're left with much of a choice, then. Come on, Amos, round up your men. Let's get the herd.
Bonnie: Let's get going before the weather gets any worse. That sky don't look good. I'm starting to think somebody up there's conspiring against me. Are you a religious man?
Marston: Not in any real sense. Sometimes I tell myself things happen for a reason. Like what brought me here was fate come-a-callin'. But nobody made my path but me.
Bonnie: We all need to look for answers somewhere. Some in big ol' books. Others in big ol' bottles of whiskey.
Bonnie: We have two herds out grazing in different pastures. We'll need to merge them and bring them all back.
Marston: I think we can handle that.
Bonnie: The cows get real ornery in bad weather. It's more work, but I'll show you how to deal with them. I'm going to save my voice for the herd. It's gonna be hard shouting over this storm.
(Lightning strikes a tree, scaring the cattle)
Bonnie: They're spooked! We have to stop the herd from stampeding! Do something! They're headed for the cliff!
(Marston heads the cattle off)
Bonnie: Good work! Now let's round up those stragglers.
Bonnie: I think that's all of them. Let's get 'em back to the ranch before this weather gets any worse.
(They take the cattle back to the ranch)
Bonnie: You saved the herd back there. You might make a decent rancher one day.
Marston: Thank you, Miss MacFarlane.