Your Own Land (Shane)

These old-timers, they just can’t see it yet, but runnin’ cattle on an open range just can’t go on forever. It takes too much space for too little results. Those herds aren’t any good. They’re all horns and bone. Now, cattle that is bred for meat and fenced in and fed right – that’s the thing. You gotta pick your spot, get your land, your own land. Now a homesteader, he can’t run but a few beef. But he can sure grow grain and cut hay. And then what with his garden and the hogs and milk, well, he’ll make out all right. We make out, don’t we, Marion?

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– A gun is a tool, Marion. No better and no worse than any other tool – an axe, a shovel, or anything. A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it. Remember that.
– We’d all be much better off if there wasn’t a single gun left in this valley – including yours.

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– A man has to be what he is, Joey. You can’t break the mold. I tried it and it didn’t work for me.
– We want you, Shane.
– Joey, there’s no living with, with a killing. There’s no going back from it. Right or wrong, it’s a brand, a brand that sticks. There’s no going back. Now you run on home to your mother and tell her, tell her everything’s alright, and there aren’t any more guns in the valley.
– Shane, it’s bloody. You’re hurt.
 I’m alright, Joey. You go home to your mother and your father. And grow up to be strong and straight. And Joey, take care of them, both of them.
 Yes, Shane. [Tears well up in Joey’s eyes] He’d never have been able to shoot you – if you’d have seen him.
– Bye, little Joe.
– He never even would have cleared the holster, would he, Shane? [calling after him] Pa’s got things for you to do, and Mother wants you. I know she does. Shane. Shane! Come back! ‘Bye, Shane.

The homesteader set from the movie Shane was never struck is still largely intact, except for some unavoidable decay, for all to visit in Grand Teton National Park.

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