"I wish you hadn't done that, son." "Please, please, don't shoot!" "The way I figure, Travis, these ponies ought to bring us 30 a head." "And 12 head at 30 comes to, er..." "Er...320." "360." "It does?" "Well, that's better yet." "Divided by two..." "Well, that makes it, er... quite a tidy sum." "Yeah." "Subtract that 20 bucks you owe me from the tidy sum, and you'll have 160 left." "I will?" "Say, that's not bad for four months' work." "Not bad at all." "Look anything like them?" "No." "Howdy, Marshal." "Howdy." "Good horse." "Mighty gentle." "Horse trader?" "Yep." "That's my business." "You fellas looking for a horse trade?" "If you are," "I'll trade you this sorrel horse pretty cheap." "He's sound." "Straight eye, wind and limb." "Whoa, Bridesmaid." "Be gentle now." "Eight, nine and ten." "Thank you, Marshal." "You got yourself a good horse for $10." "Of course, he's got his own little peculiarities... ..you might say his own little failings." "Howdy, Elder." "Howdy, son." "Howdy, ma'am." "These here your horses?" "Yeah, they belong to me and Sandy here." "Whoa, be gentle." "Easy now." "Eh...gentle, hmm?" "Gentle?" "Ask the marshal." "He can tell you." "What are you figuring on asking for them?" "Oh... $50 a head." "$50 a head!" "Well, I'll be dad-blasted..." "Elder Wiggs!" "Please." "Aw, bears' claws, Adam!" "50 a head!" "Why, that's enough to make the Lord his-sel..." "Elder!" "All right, all right," "I repent my words of wrath." "But I'll be gol-danged if I'm paying any $50 a..." "Whoa, Buttercup." "Whoa." "Be gentle." "Where'd you boys get these here... ..gentle horses?" "Meaning exactly what?" "Just keep your shirt on, son." "Your face looks honest to me, even if it is homely." "Navajo country, mostly, southwest of here." "Navajo, huh?" "Yep." "Southwest." "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know that San Juan river country, would you?" "Yeah, we know it." "What about it, grandpa?" "Look here, don't you be "grandpa-ing" me, you young whippersnapper." "I'll pull you off that fence and tan your britches for you..." "Now, Elder..." "You know, folks around here tell me that there ain't no through trail to the San Juan." "Folks is right." "But we've been there." "That little buckboard's part burro." "It just goes anywhere." "Hmm..." "You boys mind telling me if you're... drinking men?" "Nope." "Got a brother's a drunkard, though." "Do you ever chaw?" "Tried it once." "Use the words of wrath?" "Only tolerable-well." "Are you family men?" "No, sir!" "Daisy!" "Well... how would you boys like to sell us all these here gentle horses of yours at 50 a head and maybe... pick yourselves up an extra 100 or so on the side?" "Doing what?" "Wagon master, that's what." "Leading our wagons to the San Juan, to a valley that... that's been reserved for us by the Lord... been reserved for his people... so we can plow it and seed it and make it fruitful in His eyes." "Amen." "Are you people Mormons?" "That's why I keep my hat on all the time, so my horns won't show." "Why, I got more wives than Solomon hisself." "At least that's what folks around here say." "And if they don't say it, they..." "they think it." "We're not a big party, son." "We're just a..." "a handful of people sent out to mark the trail and prepare the ground for those that are going to come after us." "By next summer, there will be 100 families on the move." "They're counting on us to have a crop ready for them." "And if we don't, they'll starve sure as..." "..shootin'." "That's why we got to reach that valley before the winter rains come." "We've been praying that we'd be showed the way." "It might just be that you boys are the answer to our prayer." "It makes you feel noble, being an answer to a prayer, Travis." "Yeah, it does." "Well, the elder's offered us a fair price for our horses." "A fair price for that crow-bait?" "!" "I never saw..." "Elder!" "Big strip of country between here and the San Juan, Elder." "My guess is, you can't make it in a wagon." "Nope." "Better count us out." "Besides, me and my partner, we's kind of figuring on settling and playing a little high-low-jick-jack-jenny and the bean gun." "Owe more or claim it?" "Claim it." "Gambling, huh?" "Gambling with cards." "And 100 people gambling their lives on us." "Come on, Adam." "We've been a-wasting our time." "High-low-jick-jack-jenny and the bean gun." "Thank you, gentlemen." "What are you claiming for low?" "Had the trey." "I didn't see it." "The Mormons got the fire stirring." "Looks like they're pulling out." "As long as they're out of town by 7.30." "That's their deadline." "Mormons," "Cleggses, show folks, horse...traders." "I'm in." "Well, folks... we're going to have to leave this hospitable community at exactly 7.30." "It's 7.00." "You better get a-moving." "Looks like we've got a trial ahead of us." "But it's not the first time." "We've had to go it alone before, and we'll have to go it alone again." "We're tough." "We've had to be tough, ever since Brother Brigham led our people across the plains." "Well, they survived, and dang it..." "Elder!" "Well, we'll survive, too." "Now put out your fires and get to your wagons." "Elder, we'll get there with the Lord's help." "That's right, Sister Ledyard." "But I was kind of wishing that them young horse traders would give the Lord a hand." "Sister Ledyard, supposing you blow that horn again." "Gosh, all those women and children." "Yeah, and that red-headed gal." "What's going to happen when they reach that desert?" "Oh, I don't know." "We warned them, didn't we?" "Lookee here, Travis, 50 a head is a good price, ain't it?" "Yeah, but there's a lot easier ways to make a living." "Well, Sandy, I'll meet you at the river." "Looks like we got a job." "Yes, sir!" "Yee-hah!" "Say, Elder!" "Head 'em west." "West?" "Why?" "The Lord didn't provide any water the way you're heading." "I knowed you'd give the Lord a hand, son." "You owe me 450 silver dollars." "Payable at the San Juan." "Wagons west!" "Wagons west!" "Hey, gosh!" "Do I hear music?" "It sounds like music!" "If I'm not loco, so do I." "Do you...do you suppose it's Navajos?" "I never heard of a Navajo playing a guitar." "Come to think of it, neither have I." "Miss Phyffe, we have company." "Thank you." "Dr Hall..." "Gus!" "We have an audience." "Horses." "Ma'am, I heard your music..." "Got a match?" "Yeah." "You might offer a lady a drink." "You mean this stuff?" "Oh..." "Not that stuff." "We've been drinking that for three days." "Water." "Just a drink of water." "Sandy, you idiot!" "Don't stand there like a fool!" "Get the lady some water!" "And so, with their water all gone," "Mr Peachtree here poured a couple of quarts of this lightning elixir into a bucket and give it to their mule." "Last they seen, she was going over the hill like a Kansas twister." "And here they've been ever since." "Now, these people, they have what I used to call in my sinning days, a hoochy-koochy show." "Oh!" "Why, I do declare!" "The question is, what are we going to do with them?" "Give them a team and water to get them to Crystal City." "Well, er, Mr Peachtree here says that the professor wasn't exactly popular in Crystal City." "That's where they come from." "You mean they was run out." "Well, they was invited out, like we was." "Anyhow, they started out for California." "The poor handsome man, being driven out like that with his wife and daughter." "That ain't exactly the way it is, Sister Ledyard." "Miss Denver, the young one there, she ain't his daughter." "And Miss Fleuretty, dang-blasted fine figure of a woman that she is." "Well, she ain't exactly..." "That settles it." "Give them what they need, and let's get on." "I don't believe they're up to travelling alone." "Well, they will be when they're sober." "We reach the California trail in a couple days." "Don't think we ought to take up with their kind of people, Elder." "I'm not leaving them, and that's flat." "You're hired out to us!" "Hold on, both of you." "Just calm down." "I ain't so sure but what the Lord put them in our path for a reason." "As I see it, the Lord ain't one to waste his energy." "He's gone to a lot of trouble getting these people into this fix." "If I was him," "I wouldn't want anybody messing up my plans." "Well, putting it that way..." "All right." "Back to your wagons, folks." "We've wasted enough time." "Blow your horn, Sister Ledyard." "Wagons west!" "Wagons west!" "Stock all watered?" "Stock's watered." "How far you reckon it is?" "Next water?" "Mm-hmm." "Oh, 40 miles." "Well, the Lord will provide." "I hope so." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Good morning." "How are you?" "By golly, I bet it's going to be hotter than..." "Mind your language!" "I wasn't cussing!" "You were going to say hell!" "I was going to say Hades, but hell ain't cussing." "It's geography." "Name of a place, like you might say Abilene or Salt Lake City." "Don't you go be making remarks about Salt Lake City." "Sandy!" "Jackson!" "Dang-blast you!" "Come on, here!" "Stop it!" "What's the matter with you two?" "Hey, Sandy!" "You idiot, you!" "What's the matter with you?" "Ain't you got no..." "Sister Ledyard!" "Sister Ledyard!" "Blow your horn!" "Hyah!" "Idiot!" "Ain't got the sense that God gave a goose!" "Oh!" "Go on, get back to your wagons!" "Hitch up!" "Get out of here!" "Pardon me, ladies." "Excuse me, Professor, but shaving ain't permitted here." "Kind of low on water." "Young man, in all my years of trouping," "I've never appeared before my audience unshaven." "I don't propose to do so now." "Sorry, sir." "Your apology is accepted." "Get to your wagon." "You all right?" "You shouldn't have done that, ma'am." "I'm sorry you fell off your horse." "I mean about taking a wash out here in the desert." "That water's for our horses." "I tell you what..." "I won't take another bath till you tell me to." "Looks like you got yourself an admirer, Denver." "That rube." "Feet hurt, ma'am?" "Nope." "Here, try these on." "Did you get these from that red-headed gal?" "You mean Miss Prudence?" "Yes, ma'am." "Is she your wife?" "No, ma'am." "How they feel?" "Oh... ..fine." "A little large for me, maybe, but...fine." "Thanks very much, and... thank your lady friend." "She ain't that either, ma'am." "Water!" "Water!" "River yonder!" "River yonder!" "Better pull them up." "Hold your horses!" "Hold your horses, men!" "Hold your horses!" "Hold them horses!" "Why, you dang-blasted idiots!" "Hold them horses!" "Hold them horses!" "Thank you kindly, Brother." "You're welcome." "Whoo!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Hurry up, fellas!" "Have I your permission to take a bath now?" "Why, yes, ma'am, I reckon you..." "Thank you." "Hey, ma'am!" "I think I'll join you!" "Fine!" "Yee-haw!" "Yeow!" "Ya-hoo-ha!" "Yahoo!" "Yay!" "Yay!" "Whoo!" "Well, let's see now..." "Say, Adam, if you fellas will play that Chuckawalla Swing," "I think I can get a Texas Star Square going." "Let's give her a whirl." "How's it go?" "Wouldn't you ladies like to join us in the dancing?" "I haven't danced in..." "When was it, Gus?" "I wouldn't remember." "Well, it's about time you did, ma'am." "May I have the pleasure, ma'am?" "Why not?" "May I have the pleasure, ma'am?" "Yahoo!" "Honour your partner." "Corners, all." "Honour that gal across the hall." "All join hands and circle south." "Put a little sunshine in your mouth." "Please sashay to your corner, all." "Ladies in the lead, and the gents hang on." "Now you break, and now you swing." "Swing, swing, everybody swing." "Gents to the centre and back to the bar." "Ladies to the centre and form a star with a right hand prom." "Yee-hoo-hoo!" "Yahoo!" "Evening." "Me and the boys seen your fire." "Scared at first you might be Navajo." "Then I heard your mountain music." "Said to Floyd here," ""wherever there's singing and dancing," ""you can be sure there's Christian folks."" "Never did know a bad man that had any music in him." "Thought maybe you might help out some strangers down on their luck." "Maybe stake us for a feed." "You're welcome to share what little we have." "That's neighbourly, mister." "Real neighbourly." "Did you hear that, boys?" "These good God-fearing folks is bidding us welcome." "Brother Boulton, help Brother Jackson with their stock." "We-uns has been out hunting but had nothing but hard scrabble." "Our pack horses stompeded with all our grub, and I fell and bust my shoulder." "Sister Ledyard, fix these men some food." "Thank you, Floyd." "Thank you, Jesse." "Shoulder's been hurting bad." "Can't hardly sit my horse no more." "You know who they are, don't you?" "Yep." "I reckon I do." "We've been celebrating the crossing of the desert and getting to the water, so we're just going to turn in." "When you folks finish eating, if you'll just stack your plates up there, we'll be a-seeing you." "Bless you, Brother." "Don't you worry about us." "We'll just sit and enjoy your fire a spell." "Uncle Shiloh." "They're the only ones toting guns." "You boys ever draw on anybody?" "No, sir." "Just snakes." "Turn my eggs over, sister, and put some hot sauce and chili pepper on them, please." "What's them words on your wagon say?" "Read them for yourself." "I don't read so good." "Tell me." "It says, "Doctor A Locksley Hall," ""kickapoo snake oil" ""and lightning elixir."" "And in the smaller letters," ""teeth pulled" ""and hair restored."" "Uncle Shiloh!" "Look here what I found!" "A doctor!" "A doctor." "Well, now, that's real providential." "Be obliged if you'd look at my shoulder, doc." "Well, I..." "I'm not certain, sir." "Said you was a doctor." "A doctor, yes, but I..." "I'm not exactly qualified." "Are you lying?" "I hate liars." "My boys would just as soon shoot a liar as look at him." "If you're a doc, you'll fix my shoulder." "If you're lying..." "That's a bullet hole." "You've been wounded." "That's right." "That chunk of lead is still in there." "Get it out." "Yes, sir." "It's real providential." "They got grub, water, and a doc to tend my arm." "And a golden bed for me to rest up in." "Supposing that marshal catches up with us?" "Then what?" "Ain't likely any posse will look for us in a mormon wagon train, now, is it?" "That's good drinking liquor." "Morning." "Morning, Matthew." "Morning, Cochrell." "Good morning." "I brought you some water, ma'am." "Thank you." "Won't you stop and have a bite of breakfast with us?" "Yes, ma'am!" "Sandy, let's go." "Uncle Shiloh." "Mr Cleggs, are you ready?" "Yes, sir." "Now don't you fret about me, Brother Wiggs." "I don't intend to." "I expect your people to go easy on our food, obey orders, mind your language, and keep your distance." "We Cleggs ain't used to being spoke to thataway." "You shut up, Luke." "Elder here has been right kind to us'n, so you mind your manners." "He ain't quite bright." "When you get your strength back, you go it on your own." "Is that understood?" "The lord will bless you for this, Brother." "He marks the sparrow's fall." "Hitch up, Sister Crenley!" "We're moving, Brother Fitzsimmons!" "Moving out, Brother Hightower." "Get ready." "That wasn't very healthy, Elder." "You afraid of them?" "Yeah." "I am." "What about you, Son?" "Who, me?" "Huh." "That makes three of us." "But I'm not letting the Cleggses know it, and I'm not letting my people know it either." "We're still headed for the San Juan." "I want us all to get there." "Your haul, wagon master." "Lead out!" "Wagons west!" "Let's go again, everybody!" "Heading out!" "You dang-blasted idiot, can't you stand up?" "What's the matter?" "Oh, you tarnation, consarned, no-good idiot." "Elder, watch your language." "Watch, my foot." "I never saw such a..." "Quicksand." "He couldn't help it." "Quicksand?" "Oh." "I guess we'll have to find a new trail out of here." "Yeah." "Hold your train!" "Hold your train!" "Sorry, horse." "Whoa." "Hyah!" "Hyah!" "Giddyup." "Giddyup!" "Come on, now." "Get up there." "Come on, boy." "Giddyup!" "Giddyup!" "Come on!" "Giddyup!" "Come on!" "To tell you the truth, Sandy, I'm lost." "We passed through here once." "Remember?" "You said that tower over there looked like a cathedral back in Santa Fe." "Yeah, could be." "You bring up the wagon train." "I'll look it over a little closer." "All right, Travis." "Navajos, Elder!" "Better pull them up!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Ho!" "Ho!" "Put up them guns, you people." "We got troubles enough." "Never did kill myself a Navajo." "Ha ha ha ha." "Pull them up, Mr Perkins." "Indians ahead." "Whoa!" "You talk their language?" "Just enough to swap horses." "Sandy, there, speaks it real good." "Sandy!" "Shuck your pistols, boys." "Yahtay." "Yahtay." "Yahtay." "Tell them we are friends." "Tell them we come in peace." "What's he saying?" "Near as I can figure it out, he don't seem to like white men." "Says we're all thieves." "Smarter than he looks." "Don't tell him that." "Tell him we're Mormons." "Mormon." "Mormon." "Mormon." "What did he say?" "Mormons are his brothers." "Says they're not big thieves, just little thieves." "Right complimentary, ain't he?" "Me Mormonee." "Se kis." "Se kis." "He says a fella cheated him in a horse trade." "He says Travis, here, looks like him." "He's inviting us to their camp tonight." "Tell him we'll be there." "How about a dance?" "It's not my music." "As the rule, at a squaw dance, it's customary for the lady to ask the gentleman." "Suppose I was to change the rules?" "Reese!" "We don't want to have any trouble with the wagon master, do we?" "Get off of my bed!" "Floyd." "Don't go crowding your luck, mister." "Look, you don't have to protect me." "I can take care of myself." "I'm used to it." "Sorry, ma'am." "I don't need sympathy either." "I've done nothing to be ashamed of, whatever your friends say." "We didn't ask to be picked up by these bible shouters." "No call to get mad, ma'am." "Don't call me ma'am." "No, ma'am." "You like him, don't you?" "I don't want to see him full of bullet holes, if that's what you mean." "Sister Lamanita, I ain't a dancer." "Better give it a whirl, Brother Perkins." "Let me go!" "Aah!" "Uncle Shiloh!" "Brother Boulton, now think fast." "Strip this man to the waist and tie him to a wagon wheel." "Aah!" "Uncle Shiloh!" "I wouldn't interfere." "They ain't whipping no Cleggses." "Whipping's better than scalping." "Ain't going to be no scalping." "How you going to stop it, Uncle Shiloh?" "Aah!" "Brother Jackson." "Straight ahead, Mr Peachtree." "This is where you leave us." "Whoa." "Well, Professor, here's where we leave you." "About this team and the outfit," "I'm not asking payment." "We've got a small colony in San Bernardino." "Make a contribution as you pass through." "We'll do that, Elder." "I'm sure you will." "Thank you." "Elder, on behalf of myself, Miss Phyffe, Miss Denver, and the entire company," "I should like to take this opportunity..." "It's all right, Professor." "Good luck." "Thank you." "Good luck, Miss Fleuretty, Miss Denver." "Mr Peachtree, carry on." "Giddyup." "Hey, Sandy." "Sandy, I think I'll go a-courting." "Sure hope I see you again, Miss Denver." "Thanks." "Don't bank on it." "We move around." "With a medicine show, you have to to keep healthy." "Move a lot trading horses, too." "Good thing, you get to know a lot of country, like a valley I got in mind." "A man could make a nice cattle ranch in that valley... if he didn't mind being lonesome... and had someone to kind of help him with the cooking and such." "Goodbye, fella." "Whoa!" "Uncle Shiloh wants you folks back in camp." "Come on." "Let's get a-going." "Whoa!" "Let's get a-going." "I'm telling you for the last time, Elder, if there's any trouble, I just got to kill you." "Now, where's that wagon master and that carrot-headed kid?" "Come on down here in front." "Uncle Shiloh, they're toting guns." "Drop 'em." "Whoa!" "Welcome back." "How was California?" "It pains me, doc, to spoil your trip, but I couldn't rest thinking of you traipsing around the country." "No telling what you might run into " "Indians, varmints, or maybe even a posse." "That'd be bad, wouldn't it?" "Real bad." "I assure you, sir..." "Get over there with the rest of them." "Floyd!" "Evening." "You can put your hands down now, folks." "Professor, so it was like I was saying, we'll stay together until we reach the San Juan river." "One big, happy family with your old Uncle Shiloh at the head of it." "If you're heading for the Arizona border, there's lots better trails to take." "If a man knowed the country." "But we don't." "We'll string along with you folks so we can keep an eye on you." "There won't be any trouble, will there, Elder?" "No, reckon there won't." "Wagons west!" "Get rolling!" "Get in your wagons there!" "All right, get it off your chest." "I got nothing to say." "We're hired as wagon masters, not gunfighters." "I never claimed to be a gunfighter." "I'd have taken my chances." "I know you would." "I ain't risking 60 lives on a fool play." "60?" "What if we'd got ourselves killed?" "They'd starve to death trying to get over these mountains or die of thirst trying to get back to Crystal City." "No." "Without us, they haven't got a chance." "What happens when we reach the San Juan?" "Think the Cleggses will tip their hats and ride away?" "We'll handle that when we come to it." "Yeah." "Want a drink of lightning liquor, Elder?" "That mormon train sure come quite a piece, hasn't it?" "Don't suppose they've seen the Cleggses." "Won't hurt none to ask." "Fill up our canteens anyway." "Whoa." "Whoa!" "Wagons, ho!" "I'm giving the orders around here, Elder." "You going to give the orders to that sheriff's posse, too?" "Sheriff's posse, Uncle Shiloh." "Jesse, get in here with me." "Reese, take the Perkins' wagon." "Floyd!" "You ride with the doc and them show folk." "You all heard what Uncle Shiloh said." "Just you be quiet." "Don't say nothing." "Elder, one wrong move out of anyone, we start shooting." "Howdy, Elder." "Howdy, Marshal." "Didn't think you'd make it." "Oh, we've been moving right along." "Well, we're still hunting them Cleggses." "Don't suppose you've seen them." "Well, now, don't seem hardly likely, does it?" "Nope." "Had to ask though." "Happen you see them, get word to me." "We're camped down by the old California cutoff." "They ain't going to slip past us." "How about the bacon, Marshal?" "Oh." "We're running low on grub." "Don't suppose you have an extra side of bacon?" "Well, uh... yeah, I reckon so." "Help yourself." "Thank you, Elder." "I'll get it for you." "Know just where it is." "Thank you." "Round of bacon's in the second barrel, Elder?" "That's right, son." "Here you are, partner." "Ah, thank you." "Think nothing of it." "Marshal." "Howdy, Marshal." "Whose buckskin horse is this?" "Seems like I've seen him someplace before." "Sure have." "Tried to sell him to you once." "You can still have him pretty cheap." "Elder, you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" "Well, now, Marshal, I tell you," "I don't rightly think I've told a lie to a man for an awful long time, and if the circumstances were such that a man had a gun in my back, I..." "I guess about now's as good a time as any." "..tell you." "Kick him, Marshal!" "Ride that dang-blasted... horse." "If I was you, Wiggs," "I'd be careful who I took up with." "There's some mighty unsavoury characters travelling with you." "That's the lord's truth, Marshal." "Thanks for the bacon." "Get going!" "Wagons west!" "There was a trail there once." "If it ain't washed out, we'll try it." "Mighty rough going, Elder." "Mighty rough going." "I think we can make it a-foot or a-horseback, but my opinion is the grain wagon can't make it." "That grain's more valuable to us than gold itself." "We just got to get..." "Did I hear somebody mention gold?" "Gold always interests me." "You got gold in this wagon train, Elder?" "We were talking about our seed grain, Mr Cleggs." "We're getting it across even if we have to carry it over bag by bag on our backs." "Well, now, my boy Reese won't be much help to you." "His back's pretty sore after that whipping you give him." "We want to talk to you about that later." "Tomorrow, maybe." "When are you going to make your play?" "Well, son... did you find the trail to that promised land?" "The old trail's all washed out, Elder." "But I think we can make it." "Sure take a lot of digging, though." "Digging?" "What do you mean, digging?" "Oh, sort of a dug-way." "Sure a lot of mighty pretty country over that mountain - river, valley, and all." "You better get yourself some food and start digging." "Well, Elder, when you get over in that pretty valley he's talking about," "I guess we won't see you no more." "And you won't have no Cleggses to tie to wagon wheels and whip." "Travis, I got me a gun." "Where did you get that?" "From Miss Prudence." "She got it from her little brother." "Here's what I want to do if you'll back me." "What did you ever shoot at besides tin cans and beer bottles?" "Never mind." "We'll take care of them Cleggses." "Careful that gun don't go off and blow your brains out." "Now there's a sharp turn right around that yonder point there." "Are you ready, wagon master?" "Ready, Elder." "All right, Brother Boulton." "Hyah!" "Hyah!" "Whoa!" "Brother Boulton!" "Brother Boulton!" "They didn't make it, Uncle Shiloh." "Kind of dangerous, huh, Elder?" "I'll take the next one over myself." "Elder Wiggs, I demand the privilege of taking my wagon over next." "It contains nothing of value, including the driver." "Now, Professor..." "Sir, I insist." "Gus..." "Gus!" "Mr Peachtree, if you please." "I'm going with you... you big ham." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Giddyup!" "Come on!" "Hyah!" "Giddyup!" "Come on!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Giddyup!" "Hyah!" "Giddyup!" "Giddyup!" "Come on!" "Giddyup!" "Come on!" "Everything's all clear, Brother Jackson!" "Fine, Elder." "Ready?" "Ready!" "Climb up and take her across." "Now watch your wheels." "Keep them in that dug-way." "Give them their head upgrade." "Once started, don't stop." "Keep them going." "Sandy, now..." "We're saying goodbye, Elder." "We're parting company." "You been real good to us Cleggses." "Reese, now, he ain't likely to forget you." "None of us is." "So it's only fitting that we give you something to remember us by." "That grain wagon... more valuable than gold itself." "You said so, Elder." "Son, get down off of there." "Why?" "What are you going to do?" "Elder, get up there." "To save you from asking why," "I'm going to tell you." "You'll have the privilege of taking that grain wagon over, only it's going to be at a dead run, and them wheels won't be in no rut." "Luke, go down by that lead team." "Reese, I'll let you whip them up." "Reese!" "Whoa!" "Hold it!" "Ho!" "Whoa!" "Ho!" "Ho!" "Don't shoot." "Please don't shoot." "My boys... you killed my boys." "Good boys they was, too." "Jesse." "Luke!" "Ho, boy!" "Ho." "Easy." "Luke was my oldest boy." "I thought you never drew on a man." "That's right, sir... only on snakes." "Well, I'll be doggone." "I'll be doggone."