Couldn't resist doing Aguirre's opening monologue:
*car pulls up*
Excuse me gentlemen. Hey, I don't suppose you're both here because you're interested in the sheep herding position? Well, please do come in.
*all three troop inside*
Now, up on Brokeback Mountain..
*indicates to window with a polite chop of his hand*
...the ruling authority, Forest Services have designated campsites of the flattened pieces of land called alotments. Unfortunately, those campsites can be rather a fetching distance from where we plan on grazing our flock of sheep. Coyotes and other predators feed off them at night if there's nobody with a big gun nearby, and this diminishes our profits. What I'd like to demand, is that one of you, lets call you the Camp Tender, to remain in the campsite, to give the impression we're doing the right thing. And you, Sir, lets call you the Herder, I'd like you to pitch a small tent up on the alotment and sleep with the sheep, but please do it secretly, as I don't wish to have consequences for breaking the law. To further convey the impression of doing the right thing, eat your breakfast and supper in camp, but sleep up with the sheep. Absolutely. Please do not light a fire up there, not even for warmth as we don't want to tip off the authorities that we're breaking the law. Roll up the tent every morning as well.
*phone rings*
No. No! Definitely, absolutely not, you insistent individual!
*hangs up phone*
You have several blue heelers to assist. You've got a big rifle. You sleep there. When you worked for me previously, we sustained a loss of 25%. I don't wish to have that happen again. Camp Tender? Every Friday at midday, travel to the bridge with your mules and a gentleman with supplies will meet you to give you food. Tomorrow morning, we shall drive you up to begin work. Thankyou, you may leave.
*optional* By the way, what are your names?