The Big Trail Page #6

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Looks like as if the way

they're puttin'

some of them outfits

over there,

they're a-gonna lose 'em.

Hold it!

Ha-ha! What did I tell you?

Let's get out of here afore

they get a bead on us.

Hold it!

Zeke, did you hear

that terrible crash?

Hear it? I seen it.

You did?

That was your wagon!

Oh. Was my

mother-in-law in it?

No, she wasn't.

Oh, that's too bad.

What'd you say?

I said, "I am glad."

Lucky for you that I wasn't,

you loafing hound.

What you mean?

Because I was with your wife,

Sarah, and she gave birth to twins.

Twins? Are they both mine?

Both.

Oh, Mama,

are they boys or girls?

One of each!

Oh, Zeke, I am a papa.

Mama, I am a papa.

Papa, lam a mama.

Yeah.

I got two for one.

Yeah. Let's drink

to the happy event.

Wait a minute. There was two events.

I have two drinks.

Here, give me that jug. I'll

take a pull at that myself.

Three more.

Hyah! Giddyap!

Whoa!

Well, who'd have guessed it?

If it ain't Breck Coleman.

Howdy, Jim.

Where'd you

blow in from, boy?

All the way from

the big river.

Flack.

How long are we

gonna camp here?

Well, just as long as it

takes to fix up the outfit.

Bascom, you tell them

pilgrims of yours,

there's 500 miles

of desert ahead of us

and them that don't like

what's comin' to them,

now's the time for

'em to turn back.

Yes, sir, that pork

is nearly done right now.

Shank me off a snack!

Get out of there.

Fine piece of beef.

Ah!

Fetch it on over here.

I hate to see you

at menial tasks.

If we were only back at my

old plantation in Louisiana,

you'd have a dozen servants

to wait on you.

Let's turn back.

Turn back, Mr. Thorpe?

Why... Oh. Why, I...

Oh, Honey Girl, didn't I tell

you to stay away from the fire?

Yes. And you told me not to

be sitting in a rocking chair

when Breck Coleman

was around.

Hello, Coleman.

Howdy, Dave.

You shot these turkeys. Won't

you stay and help us eat them?

No. Uh, I just had supper

with the Bascoms.

Sorry, Breck.

Think I'll go

hunt up old Zeke.

How many's that

for you, Windy?

Number 84.

Well, here comes 85.

Hello, Zeke. Windy.

Hello, boy.

I smell turkey a-cookin'.

That's all I got was a smell.

Deal me a hand

of them flapjacks.

That's the way

it's done, Gussie.

My old arm's giving out. Now you try it.

I'll get a pail of water.

That's easy.

I can do that.

See, I've saw Zeke do that

till he broke his arm.

Yes. And you know, someday my

mother-in-law's gonna talk so much,

she's going to break

her "yaw."

Say, boy, I wouldn't let my

mother-in-law boss me around like that.

Stand up to her like a man.

Face her down, boy.

Huh. If it was me, I'd tell

her what was on my chest.

You got nothing

on your chest but wind!

You old polecat.

I've just been

talking with some trappers

who've come out

of the Southwest.

They say the country they

call California is wonderful.

Yes, so I've heard.

Why won't you come with me

to a land like that?

Are you going there?

If you'll come with me.

Well, what about

your plantation in Louisiana?

Oh. Well...

If we like

California better,

we could sell my holdings and

buy vast lands out there.

Well, it's...

It's a compliment

to offer me all that,

but it can't be.

I must join Davey.

Oh, Dave.

Dave, come over here.

Black Elk here says that you and

your sister were so good to him,

when he come in to visit that he

wants to give you all them ponies.

Well, that's kind

of him, Zeke,

but we couldn't

take their horses.

Oh, of course you could.

They got hundreds of ponies.

He wants you to show him

where to put 'em.

You go and throw them ponies

in with your herd.

Why, Zeke, you lyin' old coot.

That Injun's buying Cameron's

sister for Coleman's squaw.

Well... Well...

Well, why not?

So Coleman's

buying himself a squaw, eh?

Zeke, you old

whiskered Cupid, you!

I loathe

the very sight of you!

What have I done now?

You've made me

the joke of the plains.

Me?

Who else tried to buy me

like an Indian squaw?

You put me to shame

before them all.

Why, girl,

you're imagining things.

Oh... Ohh! Ohh!

Zeke always told me

women were damned funny.

Mr. Thorpe,

I've changed my mind.

I'll go with you to California

if you'll go at once.

At once?

Why, yes, yes.

Uh, I'll make

preparations immediately.

This is a fine

state of affairs.

This man Thorpe isn't

all he claims to be.

My mind is made up, Davey, and

we're going to California.

Where's Flack?

Hey!

I just came in to

tell you good-bye.

Uh, good-bye?

Where are you going?

I'm going to take my outfit

and leave you here.

Uh, your outfit? All you got

is one horse and two guns.

No, the Cameron

outfit's mine now.

Oh, it is, eh?

Yes, we're going

to California,

so I'll bid you

a fond farewell.

No, you ain't!

No?

Nah!

Why do you suppose

I grubstaked you for, eh?

So far, you've

been a fizzle.

One try, one miss.

Oh, he's no longer

in my way.

Well, he's in mine.

Well, tear him

down yourself.

Oh, I'd like to

kick him into pulp.

Oh, I'd like to

break him in two like a...

Well, why not?

I don't mind fists or feet,

or even a gun.

It's the way

he throws that knife.

But why should I risk it?

Because you're a dead shot.

You're a-going to stick.

You're a-going to prove

how good you are,

before you leave the fort.

And if I don't?

Well, if you don't...

I'll tell that little filly

there's a wide-open noose

waitin' for you

in every river town.

Thorpe, you do your

job before you leave the fort.

Howdy, Henry.

How's things, Coleman?

Just fine.

Say,

Black Elk was telling me

that all the Injuns

in the West

was gathering to keep you

all from passin' through.

So they tell me.

Black Elk and the Cheyennes

are going west

to hold a powwow

with the Shoshones.

Yeah, Black Elk tells me

that it's almost certain

that the Cheyennes

will declare war later.

Likely.

Old Pete Rubideaux was asking

about you a while ago.

Pete? Where is he?

Camped at the spring yonder

with his new squaw.

I think I'll ramble

down and see him.

Sure.

Say, Henry, will you put a

new cap nipple on this gun?

Sure will, boy.

And a new trigger

spring in the pistol.

All right.

I'll leave 'em with you

while I go see Pete.

Be ready

when you come back.

We are about to unite

this loving and devoted couple

in the holy bonds

of wedlock.

Hank Ginnis, do you

take this woman

to be your

lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Abigail Vance,

do you take this man

to be your

lawful wedded husband?

She does!

Hey, Flack.

Yeah?

You recollect how Coleman done

told you that if Lopez here,

or Thorpe done strayed off

into the brush,

they weren't likely as how

never come back?

Sure!

He made some kind of a bluff.

What of it?

Well, uh,

Thorpe strayed out

and he ain't

a-never comin' back.

Hey?

No.

He's done gone back

to his old plantation.

Yeah.

Well, you won't go to

California with Thorpe now.

Why not?

He and Coleman

just met in the brush,

and Coleman shot him.

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