"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
The Young Englishman
We had this young Englishman who worked a ranch owned by his brother, who
lived in England. The Foreman’s name was Waggoner. Waggoner and Mr. Ashford
were working together rustling his brother’s cattle for Waggoner to keep as
his own. One day while they were on the land looking for more cattle to
rustle, they found one of my bull calves on the Crown Ranch. They discovered
that this calf did not belong to Lord Ashford, but to me. The Young Ashford
tried to stop him but Waggoner acted as a heavy and bullied Mr. Ashford,
telling him he was taking that bull calf.
Well, Mark and I were riding down the property one day and saw a cow crying.
I had a pretty good idea what was going on and bent down behind her to have
a look. I was right, so I immediately started looking around. My young son
asked me what I was doing. “You’re not remembering your lessons! Take a
close look at her!” I reminded him.
Mark bent down behind the cow to look at her. He thought back to the lessons
I taught him about cows and birthing. Then he suddenly jumped up as if he
just had a revelation that I didn’t know about. “Pa, she calved not so long
ago!” he declared. I guessed it was no more than two weeks ago. I also knew
a calf that young would never wonder off by herself. We went to look for
The tracks led to the Cottonwood Ravine. Mark wanted to just run in there
and see what was going on, but I thought it would be best to go talk to Mr.
Ashford at the Crown Ranch first. I had heard he was pretty fair.
As we rode up to the Crown Ranch, Parker, one of the ranch hands saw us. I
asked to see the boss, and he got snotty with me. “Well, you’re gonna have
to travel and swim some if you wanta see Lord Ashford! See, he don’t mind
owning a ranch as long as he can do it from England.” he declared.
“I wasn’t talking about the owner.” As if I had to tell him that!
He proceeded to tell me where the foreman was. I didn’t want Waggoner. I
wanted the Young Englishman that runs the place. Parker wasted no time to
tell me that Mr. Ashford simply kept the books. It didn’t take me long to
figure out that this was one nosey ranch hand! He asked me what my business
was, and I stayed silent. He also tried to tell me I didn’t want to “bother”
Mr. Ashford. When Parker figured out I wasn’t going to tell him anything, he
let me go inside to wait.
We did. Mark was ready for his second lesson of the day. As we went inside,
Mark wanted to know what all the stuff we saw was. There were a lot of
English artifacts in the house – things that Mark had obviously never seen
before! “Just what exactly are they teaching you in school these days?” I
asked Mark when he wanted to know what all these things were.
“The three R’s,” was his smarty-answer!
“I know that. What else?” I asked.
“Well, they’re teaching us a little on doctoring animals like how to care
for pink eye and such, but you taught me all about that!” Mark answered.
That wasn’t the answer I was looking for! “Don’t they give you any learning
in history?” I questioned, hoping the answer was yes.
“Oh yeah, American.” Mark answered. “Did you know that less than fifty years
ago, the top price for beef was a penny and five? I don’t see how a man can
afford to feed his stock at that price!” Mark held up a weapon. “Use this to
kill their cattle with?”
“No son,” I answered. “Years ago, the soldiers used that to break through
their enemies armor.” Of course, that was a new word to him as well.
“Soldiers used it for protection,” I explained as I banged on the armor
standing in the room.
Of course, my young, sheltered son stated, “It could never stop a
I explained to him that the range wasn’t the whole world. I explained that
some of the biggest ranches were owned by Lords from England, and when they
came to visit, they liked to have their own things around them. Of course, I
also had to explain that the oldest son was royalty, but the younger was
treated like “one of us.” Those were Mark’s words, not mine!
I didn’t know it, but Parker had run to tell Ashford that I was waiting on
him. Of course, since Ashford knew that Waggoner took one of my calves, he
was nervous to talk to me. Parker went to warn Waggoner, and Ashford stated
there was to be no gunplay.
When Ashford came in, I got right to the point. I told him I had reason to
believe that one of my calves was carried out of Pine Valley a couple days
ago. He questioned the “carried” word I used. Since I’m not one to mince
words, I stated “Rustled.” He told me that was nonsense.
“Well, I hope so as far as you’re concerned. On the other hand, there’s been
a lot of talk about your foreman Waggoner. I understand he’s got a sizable
herd under his own brand down in Cottonwood Ravine. The talk is the herd is
multiplying a little to fast.”
Mr. Ashford didn’t like what I was implying. I told him that “A hundred head
or one, especially when it’s mine, is rustling.” Ashford proceeded to accuse
me of being obsessed with rustling. I didn’t think it was an obsession, and
I questioned him further. He got very defensive, so I decided to leave. I
had figured him different…
I decided to take a run up to Cottonwood Ravine and check the situation
there. Parker decided to ride ahead of me and warn the others that I was on
my way. When Mark and I got there, Waggoner and some other cowhands were
there with a herd of cattle. Several calves too. I told Mark to stay in the
saddle. If trouble came, I wanted him safe. I told Waggoner that a calf of
mine had been taken from it’s mother in Pine Valley. It wasn’t branded, but
I was pretty confident I could find it. I could tell Waggoner was fishing to
see how much I thought I knew. I told him I thought I’d find it in
Cottonwood Ravine with his herd.
“You ain’t dressed to fit your talk, McCain,” Waggoner threatened.
He didn’t scare me. “I’ll be in Cottonwood Ravine tomorrow morning,” I
stated. Then for good measure, I added “Dressed!”
“McCain, if I catch you with any of my brand, I’ll gun you down the same as
I would with any other rustler!” Waggoner thought he could scare me!
“Rustler?” I repeated. “Folks around here think that name would fit you a
lot better than it would me!” I declared.
I turned to walk away. Snap! The whip sounded as he cracked it, hitting my
face. I shot my hand to my cheek in shock and pain and turned to look at
him. I was angry! As I eyed all the men, their eyes spoke volumes. They were
waiting for me to react with violence – for me to start something so they
could gun me down. I was going to be the bigger man though! Without saying a
word, I turned and walked away.
“Pa, are you going to let them get away with it?” Mark asked as I mounted my
horse. Ashford rode up and apologized to me. I remained silent, turned my
horse around, and rode away.
We stopped, and I turned and look back up the road. That’s when Mark decided
to get brave and say, “I hoped you’d yank that whip right out of his hand!”
“Mark, there’s a time for fighting and a time for backing away,” I
explained. “I think this was a backing away time. We’ll get our calf.
The next morning, I was preparing to leave and told Mark to make sure he
closed the south gate when he let the sorrow out in the south pastor. Mark
was worried about me. In his ten-year old mind, he didn’t understand the
importance of risking my life. “After all, it was only one little calf,” he
“It doesn’t matter whether it’s one calf or a dozen. There’s a principle
involved,” I explained. Mark asked to come along with me. I didn’t think
there would be that much danger, so I allowed him too.
We rode to Cottonwood Ravine with the mama cow. I left Mark away a safe
distance and ordered for him to stay put. “Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I
don’t figure on any trouble.” I wanted him to stay back so he wasn’t in the
line of any gunfire, should it happen.
I approached the herd with Bossie. Together, the two of us went from calf to
calf. I knew the two would recognize each other, and the bond would prove
that it was my calf. As I went around to different calves, they rejected
each other. Waggoner rode up and reminded me “If you throw a rope around any
one of them, we’ll shoot you.” I just looked at him and moved on.
I came to some white-faced calves, simply waiting for the right one to come
along. Meanwhile, Ashford showed up above where Mark was waiting. “Where’s
your father?” Ashford asked my son.
“Down in the ravine,” Mark answered.
“What’s he doing there?” Mr. Ashford asked.
My boy simply stated, “I think you know, Mr. Ashford.”
“He’s acting ridiculous! There’s no way to tell one calf from another in
that herd!” he protested.
“That’s what you say!” My boy had so much confidence in me and Bossie!
I kept finding more calves. Finally, a white-faced calf began sucking on
Bossie. I found my calf! “Well, come on, mama. Let’s see if you can make him
follow you back home before our friends shoot me!” I must have been mad – I
was talking to a cow!
“Looks like your cow met a friend, McCain,” Waggoner shouted as he tried to
“More than a friend, look like!” I answered.
“You see my brand on it.” I told him it looked fresh. “Come on, throw a rope
on him!” I think this man was waiting for a chance to kill me!
But I stayed calm. “You got me all wrong. I don’t plan on touching the
calf,” I promised. If he wanted to shoot me, I sure was going to make it
hard on him!
I started leading them out. Waggoner couldn’t’ stand it. He told his boys to
kill me. I saw what was about to happen and ran for the ditch as a gunshot
went off. All three began firing shots at me. I hid behind a tree and began
shooting. Finally Bang! I got one man. Two to go!
As we continued the gunfight, Mark jumped on Blue Boy and started down
there, disobeying my orders to stay away.
We continued shooting, but I couldn’t seem to hit Waggoner or Parker. Mr.
Ashford showed up and told Waggoner to stop shooting. Waggoner turned and
started shooting Mr. Ashford as he ran for the ditch. He didn’t have time to
get his rifle. Suddenly, Mark showed up. Mark jumped off the horse and was
standing right in the middle of gunfire! “Come here, Mark!” Mr. Ashford
At the sound of Mark’s name, I stopped and looked. Fear gripped my heart! He
hadn’t obeyed me, and is now in danger. “Get back, Mark!” I ordered, fear
laying heavily on my voice.
My boy was trying to help me fight. He grabbed Mr. Ashford’s rifle from it’s
boot and stood in between the horses. I continued to stare at my boy who had
put himself in this danger! Fear raced through me. Suddenly, Parker and
Waggoner discovered Mark holding the gun. “Mark, I told you to get back!” I
ordered, trying to keep the authority in my voice.
Ashford raced from the ditch to get Mark. Mark handed him the rifle.
Waggoner ordered Parker to kill MY BOY!!! As Ashford and Mark raced for the
ditch, Parker fired his shot.
They both fell. I had no idea if my son had been shot or not. I immediately
fired a shot at Parker. Bang! And killed him. Now all I had left was
It took three shots, but I hit him. My senses weren’t as on guard as they
should’ve been. I was too worried about my son. I had to know he was all
right, so without checking to see if Waggoner was indeed dead, I stood and
raced toward the ditch. Waggoner had turned back to shoot me.
I walked cautiously to the ditch calling Mark’s name. I was so afraid for my
boy! Fear kept me from running toward him.
I froze as a shot rang out.
Ashford had seen Waggoner aiming to kill me and fired a shot, killing
Waggoner. I was now out of danger, but was my boy okay?
As I stood frozen, I saw Mark lift up. He was alive! “Mark!” I called with
less fear in my voice this time.
Mark stood up and smiled. “Pa!” he cried. We ran toward each other. I lifted
him into my arms and hugged him. I held him there for a minute, silently
thanking God he was okay. I had tears in my eyes, grateful he was okay! “I’m
all right son,” I assured him. “Mark, I guess you saw part of what happened
Mark smiled with pride. “I sure did.”
That worried me a bit. “Then I hope I can make you understand. Look son, as
long as you remember those men lying there I want you to remember that I
didn’t want this to happen. You know what I’ve told you about a rifle. It’s
a weapon only as a last resort. This was a last resort, Mark. I wish it
hadn’t come to that.” I couldn’t keep the tears from my eye as I told him
this. Mark stated he understood and went to get his calf.
I went to thank Ashford for his help. “You’re not responsible for Waggoner,”
I assured him.
I was surprised when he said, “Oh, but I’m afraid that I am. Except that I
told him I wanted no violence.” I was surprised he was in this with
Waggoner. He didn’t admit to it, but told me he’d make sure the cattle got
back to where they belonged.
I’m a forgiving man, and I knew he learned his lesson. “Did you ever hear of
the Homestead Act? Six hundred acres – yours for using it and working it. It
could be the beginning of a ranch you could call your own.” I asked him.
“It’s a great land. Everybody’s welcome,” I explained when he reminded me he
wasn’t an American citizen.
I told Mark to take that cow home. As Bossy and Mark started walking towards
home, I turned to the calf. “You too,” I ordered.
piddlin' stuff.....The Young Englishman was
Jeremy Ashford played by
Allen Case. I remember him when
he starred in the deputy with Henry Fonda. I don't remember him ever
carrying a gun. Allen was on Gunsmoke a few times. The episode that
he was in that I liked the best was 'The Good People' ~ He played Gabe
Rucker - A respectable rancher and his son hung an innocent man and allow a
bewhiskered bounty hunter to go on trial for the murder. Morgan Woodward
starred as his father. Excellent episode! Did you ever see it?
He also starred in the TV series The Legend of Jesse James. He
played Frank James.
Robert J. Wilke played
Marshal Sam Corbett.
I was sad to find that he had died at 52 years of age in 1986.
I tip my cowgirl hat to you! You were always one of my favorites!
James Coburn played Cy Parker a ranch hand in
The Young Englishman
― Ambrose in The High Country
as the vengeful mountaineer and the one who wanted to buy
Ted de Corsia played
Waggoner - the heavy in this episode - also the crook.
Ted de Corsia was an actor in touring companies and on radio before making a
memorable film debut as the killer in The Lady from Shanghai.
Although he occasionally played such sympathetic roles as a judge or prison
warden, de Corsia's imposing size & his voice gave him many roles as a
heavy. One of his best-remembered roles was as the head of a murder-for-hire
gang who turns state's evidence in the Humphrey Bogart crime thriller
The Enforcer. He starred in just about every western TV series there
was, including being an Indian. He also, like many was on The
Dick Rich appeared in two episodes —
The Young Englishman as the Line Boss,
he was the one who Waggoner told to watch the road & the first
one to get shot — Lariat as Fred the disgruntled
Bob Woodward appeared
in seven episodes ― The Young Englishman as
a cowhand, the one with the rope ― The Safe Guard as the cowboy
driving the wagon that is carrying the safe to North Fork ― The Sister as a stagecoach driver ―
The Indian as a cowboy in the saloon ― Shivaree as one of
participating in the Shivaree ― The Dead-eye Kid as the stagecoach
driver ― The Angry Man as one of the cowboys who helped load Carey
into the wagon.
Bobby Somers — has done
many of stunts in his day. He worked with some of the best! Sadly Bobby went
unaccredited in most of his movies/shows. His list of credits is way to far
to list. Please checkout
for a list of his credits.
Although Bobby is known for his stunts, Bobby did a lot of different thing
such as Miscellaneous Crew and Acting.
appeared in twenty-three episodes as Johnny Crawford's stuntman. Not sure who doubled for Johnny in the episode of
Requiem at Mission Springs but he is a possibility, especially after that bad tumble Mark took.
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