In 1882, it was an era of bohemian cowboys. The pioneers could occupy any piece of unowned land on the Western Plains at will, and chose to leave their lives on the solid grassland. However, at the same time, there are wild knights who like freedom on the grassland. They live on herding cattle and swim on the free plains. However, a border town rampant with terror and violence changed their lives. The tyrannical governor Sharif and the farmer Baxter do whatever they want on this land, oppressing the herdsmen, and rampant for a while. He also tried to put on the cloak of the law and reclaim the pastures where Charlie and the others graze. Unbearable, the four western cowboys, Charlie, Bows, Button and Moss, bravely stood up, picked up their weapons, fought side by side, and planned to fight the governor to the end. Even if you make a dead fish and break the net, you have to leave your own blood, tears and enthusiasm for the wild west era.
Open Range movie plot
2021-12-31 08:03
Extended Reading
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Dario 2022-04-24 07:01:15
The western grasslands of the United States are just like China's Tibet and Xinjiang. There are no handsome guys, and beautiful women are also half-old milfs, but the wandering mood made me read more than 2 hours of western cowboy fighting stories. There is no suspense, and it is straightforward. Perhaps in my heart, I will always plant a grassland dream.
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Adam 2022-03-27 09:01:11
A man should be honest and not lose it easily because of little things..... Can I kiss you?
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Charley Waite: Weren't the only thing he said. Most time, a man will tell you his bad intentions if you listen, let yourself hear.
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Boss Spearman: Charley, you all right?
Charley Waite: I'm fine.
Boss Spearman: Seems like you was, you know...
Charley Waite: I said I'm fine. Just got some old feelings coming up.
Boss Spearman: You know, we never asked each other much. That's always been okay with me. I figured it was okay with you. But you said some things the last couple of days. Things that seemed like they had kind of a history to them. Hey, Charley?
Charley Waite: Don't stand behind me, Boss.
Charley Waite: [scene change to night] When I was a kid, a bunch of us would go into the woods with our peashooters. Nothing fancy, just enough to kill a bird or a squirrel, maybe something larger if we was lucky. Killed my first man in them woods. Held the paper on our farm, and after my pa died, he'd come around to get payment from my mom in any way he could. Weren't much older than Button when I shot him in the throat. Knew there'd be more killing, so I run off and joined the Army. War was on. They was only too happy to have me. My first skirmish was like hunting with my friends. We just sat up in some trees, and they came marching at us. Must have been a hundred of them dead after the smoke cleared. Went around and shot the rest who weren't. Those of us with the knack was made into a special squad so we could travel light and on our own into enemy territory. Orders were pretty simple. Make trouble wherever we could. With room like that, it wasn't long before we was killing men that weren't even in uniform. Seemed like that went on the rest of the war. After that, I come West. Lot of call for a man with them skills. And I put them to work for men just like Baxter. Every once in a while, I almost get through a day without thinking about who I am, what I'd done.