The Big Trail Page #5

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hooked to the wagons.

Once you take to the water...

Well, it's every man and critter

for hisself, eh?

Get out of here!

Get out of here! Go on!

Mr. Flack.

Mr. Flack, how can I get

my mule Useless across?

Well, uh, get your

mother-in-law to ride him, eh?

Mr. Bascom.

Yes?

Mr. Bascom, you know,

I don't like that fella.

No?

He's the kind who will pat you

on your back to your face,

and then laughs in your face

behind your back.

Yeah.

And another thing.

Yes?

If he had a mother-in-law like

mine, he would never laugh.

The hunt was a great success.

We bagged our buffalo.

Hey.

Did you get your meat, eh?

Ah, good. Good!

Well, we'd better

shove on off then.

Boots off.

I see you took a bath.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Is there... ls there

a slug of whiskey?

No, I left my jug... I hid

it in the Camerons' wagon.

By the way,

where is my little beauty?

Well, she's, uh...

She's somewheres around.

Well, now that you've

got her all to yourself,

what do you aim

to do with her?

I think I'll take her back

and settle on my plantation.

Your... Your plantation, eh?

Lopez, he's hollered so much about

that there plantation of his,

he believes it hisself, eh?

What? The Seor Thorpe,

he have no plantation?

Plantation! Ha!

All you got in the world

is a dirty deck of cards

and a crooked one at that.

Zeke.

Yeah?

Coleman's been gone two days.

Yeah. I've been kinda

worried about that myself.

Eagle Tail says last time he seen

him, he was headed for the train.

Well, another thing, the

Camerons haven't crossed yet.

No. I better

saunter on down there

and see what's

holdin' 'em, huh?

Yes. We'd better

help 'em across.

Yeah. Go on.

Well, I think we can...

We were just wondering

what had become of you.

Where's your horse?

He stepped in a prairie-dog

hole and broke his neck.

Come near

breakin' mine too.

Are you hurt?

No. I was knocked out

for a spell.

Here, I'll put these in your

wagon and help you across.

Flack said we could

only use the wheelers.

Flack said? What does

he know about water?

He never took

a bath in his life.

Shortie!

There's the Cameron wagon.

I'll go greet

the little filly.

Greet, eh?

Well, Lopez and me

will go greet a jug.

Whoa!

You take 'em from here on in, Dave.

It's shallow water.

All right, Breck. I'll go

back and get my saddle.

All right.

Giddyap!

Come on, Shortie!

Come on!

Come on, Shortie!

Come on! Get up there!

Whoa! Whoa!

I was just coming over to help you.

Thank you.

We had the best of help.

Help? Who?

What's the matter, Lopez?

Seein' a few ghosts?

Me? No, no.

Drive on into

the corral, Dave.

All right.

Giddyap! Come on there!

Get up there!

Pull on up!

I'll be seeing you three later

about matters and things.

Why, hello, boy.

Howdy, Zeke.

Why, what happened?

Pony stepped in a dog hole.

Yeah? I suppose a prairie dog shot

that hole through your saddle

and into your horse, eh?

Natchie!

Who was gone

from camp, Zeke?

Thorpe and Lopez

come in during the night,

and early morning, sent a

wagon out for the meat.

Well, a nice

mess you made of things.

Not at all!

Two hundred yards running is

considerable of a handicap.

Besides,

other days are coming.

Well, don't you

fool yourself.

Here he is, here

he is, here he is.

Flack, the Injuns

been sending up

smoke signals

for several days.

Yes, well, I seen 'em.

I'll skirmish around with the

Pawnees for a few miles.

Well, go on. There ain't

no one keeping you!

No, but you'd better keep

Thorpe and Lopez here.

Why?

I got a feeling that if either

one of 'em leaves camp,

they'll never come back.

What do you mean by that?

Just the way it sounded.

Hey, look there.

Look there, eh?

Injuns?

Lopez, fire

a long shot at 'em.

No fire!

They're Cheyennes.

They want to palaver.

Ah, they look to me

as if they're out for harm.

They will be if

we take a shot at 'em.

That'll mean war. I'll go

out and palaver with them.

Go on. Go on. Maybe

so you no come back, huh?

Look how queerly

his horse is acting.

Yeah. He's riding zigzag.

That's Indian sign

that he wants to palaver.

There's the chief riding out

to meet him now for a powwow.

Zeke! Bascom!

How.

This is Black Elk,

an old friend of mine.

Do they mean peace or war?

Peace, if as long as we march

straight through the Cheyenne country

without stopping to settle.

Now that we're gonna be friends,

they'll probably bring their

families over here to beg.

So feed 'em well and treat 'em

right, and we'll have no trouble.

All right.

All right. Fine.

No more

trouble now.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Zeke, what's he

saying about me?

He says that Coleman wants you

for his squaw.

Yes.

Yes. And he says Flack

or Thorpe will get you.

Flack or Thorpe? Why?

Yeah.

Well, Flack's got

a lot of horses.

Miss Ruth,

you shouldn't be riding out

here alone like this

away from the train.

Why not?

Because this is dangerous country

and anything might happen.

You wouldn't care.

Care? Me?

Why should you care?

Listen, girl,

if anything happened to you,

it'd be like throwing

my heart to the wol...

Oh, what...

Don't worry. It's Black Elk

and some of his braves.

Coleman squaw.

Coleman squaw.

Well, he's saying

that I'm your squaw.

Seems like that's

what he's driving at.

Well, you tell him that you

don't want me for your squaw.

I've never told

Black Elk a lie yet.

He knows my

tongue is straight.

Well, what do you mean?

Well, it wouldn't be true if I

told him I didn't want you.

It happens I do.

And you've

no better taste than

to tell me that

before all these savages?

I'd tell you that

in front of the whole world.

This silly joke

has gone far enough.

Hey! Well,

there's one down anyway.

Well, there's some more out there.

Let's go get 'em.

All right, here we go.

Here she goes!

That's it.

That's it.

Another one.

Get over there. Hey.

Hey, there. Go on.

Yeah. Hope we land

in no trouble up ahead.

Help those...

Help them take this stuff,

the ones that are

going down.

All right.

Hold tight.

All right.

Ah, you should be fine.

Hang on, boy.

You take Honey Girl

from here on down, Dave.

It's a little easier going.

Hold on.

All right, Breck.

Careful of her, Davey.

Now, Miss Ruth,

you cling on to me.

Put your arms around

my neck, Honey Girl.

A little tighter.

Just a little tighter.

Let him down.

Come on, men.

Hurry up

Hang on.

Let's take some in pairs.

Are you all right, Honey Girl?

It was a pretty bad place,

wasn't it, Breck?

Yeah, but I sort of

liked it.

Davey, let's see if our wagon's down yet.

Come on, Honey Girl.

Thank you, Breck.

Well, well, well, well!

So I've seen

that gal with her arms

around your neck at last.

Yeah, but she sure unwrapped them

when she got on safe footin'.

Yeah.

You know, she don't care

nothin' about me, Zeke.

Well, you can never tell how a

woman feels by the way she acts.

They's all riddles, all of 'em,

and you just gotta guess 'em.

And no matter which way

you guess, you're wrong.

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