The Long Way Home (Episode 5.13)
Executive Producer Frank Price
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Jim Boyer, an outlaw who is trying to go straight, is angry over losing a promotion, and accuses the Virginian of sabotaging him out of jealousy. He gets drunk and challenges the Virginian to a fight, but the foreman does what he can to avoid it, even allowing Boyer to shove him before he turns and walks out of the saloon. Boyer continues to hurl insults after the Virginian, calling him a coward, and finally turns on Trampas, who defends his boss and friend, and walks out of the saloon also. The other cowhands follow suit, losing all the respect they had for Boyer.
From somewhere in the rear of the building...came a movement, and Trampas was among them,
courageous with whiskey...pouring out a tide of hate and vilification. Yet the Virginian stood quiet by the bar
and many an eye of astonishment was turned upon him. Id not stand half that language, some
muttered to each other. Still the Virginian waited quietly, while the fools reasoned with Trampas. But no earthly
foot can step between a man and his destiny. Trampas broke suddenly free.
Your friends have saved your life, he rang out, with obscene epithets. Ill give you
till sundown to leave town.
There was total silence instantly.
Trampas, spoke the Virginian, I dont want trouble with you.
He never has wanted it, Trampas sneered to the bystanders. He has been dodging it five years.
But Ive got him corralled.
Some of the Trampas faction smiled.
Trampas, said the Virginian again, are yu sure yu really mean that?
The whiskey bottle flew through the air, hurled by Trampas, and crashed through the saloon window behind the
Virginian.
Get out by sundown, thats all, said Trampas. And wheeling, he went out of the saloon by the rear,
as he had entered.
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The Virginian and John Grainger are bringing the Shiloh payroll back to the ranch when they run into Jim Boyer carrying his saddle. He apologizes to the foreman for his behavior the night before and the Virginian says Were even up! and offers him a ride. Boyer then begins musing aloud how some people with no special talent seem to have the luck to land choice positions, while others who can outperform them but have no luck end up eating their dust like everyone else.
[The Virginian asks Molly if she believes all men are born equal, and then tells her that equality is easy called]I know a man that mostly wins at cyards. I know man that mostly loses. He says it is his luck...I know a man that works hard and hes gettin rich, and I know another that works hard and is gettin poor. He says it is his luck...I look around and I see folks movin up or movin down, winners or losers everywhere. All luck, of course. But since folks can be born that different in their luck, wheres your equality? No, seh! call your failure luck, or call it laziness, wander around the words...and yull come out the same old trail of inequality. Some holds four aces...and some holds nothin, and some poor fello gets the aces and no show to play em; but a man has got to prove himself my equal before Ill believe him.
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