I didn't know how it was hitting you, or how much you wanted to go.

But listen.

If I had the chance you've got here,--if I had a ranch like this, and cattle, and horses, and a father and mother and uncle like you've got,--I never would look a camera in the eye again as long as I live.

That's straight, old-timer.

Why, I'm working my head off trying to get enough ahead so that I can have a ranch of my own! So I can slap a saddle on a horse that carries my brand, and ride out after my cattle, and haze them into my corral; so I can have a home that is mine.