The Big Trail Page #7

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Are you sure?

I heard the shot.

And I saw Coleman

standing there over him.

It suits me too.

So he'll even do murder.

And so I pronounce you

man and wife.

And may peace

and happiness be yours.

There's been a murder!

There's been a murder!

A murder? Where?

Where, girl? Who?

Coleman met Mr. Thorpe

in the brush and shot him!

That's a serious accusation, my girl.

Are you sure?

My brother saw it.

Men, we can't have cold-blooded

murderers among us.

There's the man

that shot Bill Thorpe

down like a dog.

Lopez, go and get a rope.

Get a rope.

Yeah, get the rope!

And just who accuses me

of killing Thorpe?

It, uh...

It was Miss Cameron.

Huh.

You, eh?

So you'd like

to see me hang.

Listen to me, you.

This boy, Coleman, here just

couldn't have killed Thorpe.

Why not?

'Cause he didn't

have no guns on him.

He left his'n with

Dutch Henry to be fixed.

Coleman and Thorpe were at

odds with the Cameron girl.

If it wasn't Coleman,

who was it who shot Thorpe?

Since you're aimin' to know,

I'll tell you who done it.

Who?

I shot that skunk myself!

Coleman's a friend

of his, men.

He's lying to save his neck.

What could Zeke have

against a man like Thorpe?

You want to know that too?

Yes, I want

to know that too!

Well, I'm a-tellin' ya.

I was camped out

pretty close to you,

and I heared that powwow

you had with Thorpe.

Yeah? What are

you driving at?

Just this.

When a man begins to do a lot

of talkin' about hangin',

he'd better make

pretty sure as to who's

gonna decorate

the end of the rope.

Get my meaning?

Well, Thorpe ain't nothin' to me.

It's no affair of mine.

That's just what

I was a-thinkin'.

Huh.

And Coleman ain't gonna

do no scouting,

while I'm boss of this train.

I'm leaving him behind.

Coleman would never...

Ah, now, we're taking on

a new scout.

Guess again, Flack.

I started with this outfit, and

I'll be with it at the finish.

Who says so?

I'm just telling ya.

I got two reasons.

One is I told Wellmore

I'd scout the train through.

The other is a little personal

business I aim to transact

at the end of the trail.

See if you can figure out

what that is, Flack.

Coleman, the settlers

are willing to push on.

We'll follow you.

What's this talk about Injuns?

It's true.

The Injuns are gathering

to the westward to stop us

from going through.

Injuns have never yet

prevented our breed of men

from travelin'

into the settin' sun.

Go on. Lead the way.

Well, get your outfits together.

We're going.

Never mind what you see

or what you hear.

Red Flack is still

boss of the train.

Get her going!

Go on.

Let's pull out and follow!

Giddyap!

Hup!

Ho!

Fall in!

Nag, giddyap!

Get in!

It's no use, men.

She's all dried up.

Hey, them settlers

is dyin' off like rats.

We're for moving on.

Come on, Lopez.

Boy, they're scattered

back all across the desert.

We gotta gather 'em up

and shove 'em along.

Old Charlie died, Coleman.

We raised him from a colt.

Tough, boy.

But we gotta

battle it through.

Hyah!

Giddyap!

Giddyap, Toby!

Giddyap, Toby! Giddyap!

Giddyap there!

Giddyap, Toby!

Come on!

Come on!

Work 'em on through!

Whoa!

What's all this?

Injun signs!

Pull up! Pull up!

Pull up!

Pull up there!

Pull over!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Here's your gun, boy!

All right.

Get up there.

Come on! Come on!

Get in here! Hurry up!

Don't panic!

Looks like

Crows and Cheyennes, Zeke.

Yeah.

Now let's throw it into 'em!

Stop shootin', everybody!

Stop shootin'!

They're ridin' off.

When they wheel back on us,

reload it up and give it to 'em!

Yes, sir!

There they go, boy.

There they go.

Ha! I guess we was just

a little too much for 'em.

Father, our good

friends have perished here

at the hands of the savages.

Open your arms to them

and care for our loved ones

until we meet again

on the other shore.

Amen.

Well, Zeke...

Ol' Windy's gone

on another trail.

Windy, you and me was...

Well, you and me was, uh...

Oh, my baby!

My baby! Oh, no!

My baby!

Well, Zeke, I'm gonna

trail the Injuns

and make sure they go

back to their villages.

So you scout

the train ahead,

and I'll pick it up

in a week or so.

Bye, Zeke.

Bye, boy.

Giddyap, there!

Giddyap, there!

Giddyap!

Get over there!

Giddyap, there!

Come on, boys.

Get a hold of that wheel!

Tough time!

Lopez! Lopez,

get 'em in line!

Hey, s!

Put the whip to them!

Hey!

Pull the trailers!

Giddyap there!

Get on Up!

Work 'em over!

Go on!

Get outta there!

Come on, Bob!

Get 'em movin' to the right!

Get over there!

Hey! Get over there!

Giddyap, boy!

Come on. Come on.

Giddyap. Giddyap.

There we go!

I wonder how long

we'll be bogged down here.

I don't know. I heard there

was three wagons already turned back.

Ma, let's turn back

to Missouri!

Me? Turn back because

of a little mud?

Say, Uncle, when did

Bascom women ever turn back?

Grandma, don't you and Ma

know that Pa is only jokin'?

Ha! All right now.

Be powerful on it now.

Hyah! Hyah!

Go on there, Fanny!

Go on, Meg!

Go on there, Jennie!

Jennie, go on! Go on, go on!

Oh, we're stuck.

Gus, you idiot!

You see what you've done?

You've got my wagon

up to the hub in mud!

What are you kickin' about?

I am sitting on my mule.

Oh!

But don't worry, Mama.

I think it's gonna clear up.

There will be no more rain.

Get up! Get up!

Throw that idiot...

Throw that idiot a rope

and help him out of there.

Keep in line!

Get up here!

Take the settlers

to the right!

Get over here!

Get up in there!

Come over here and hold on.

Giddyap there!

Keep it in line!

Get over there!

Get over there!

Come on, boy!

Giddyap there!

Keep it going!

Come on there!

Keep it going!

Here, Abbie.

Here's the water.

Mama,

I got good news for you.

Ah, you're always

bad news to me.

Get on your long

underwear quick.

Why?

Well, you're going in the snow

up to your... Up to your... Your...

Way up, Mama. And hand

me out my bear overcoat.

Well, Useless...

You're going someplace

you won't want to sit down.

It's so cold,

it'll freeze your hooves off.

You wait and see.

Think I'll go say howdy

to the Camerons.

This is my best overcoat.

Well, I'd hate to

see your worst one.

Hello, Gus.

Oh, hello there, Breck.

I'm certainly glad

to see you back again.

What are you wearing

the heavy overcoat for?

I'm getting all

ready for that snow.

No, we won't be

there for days.

Well, anyway, I'm going

to keep warm by the camp.

Where's the Cameron outfit?

Oh, we left them

four or five days back.

Left 'em?

Yes. All their horses give

out. They couldn't go on.

Fifteen, 20 wagons. They

all went back to the fort.

I hated to tell ya, son.

Zeke, why did you

let the Camerons go?

Ah, not my doin', son.

Flack knows

I savvy Injun sign,

so he sends me

on ahead to scout.

And when I come back,

they'd all dropped out.

If Injuns chance on those wagons,

they'll kill the lot of 'em.

I'm afeard so, Breck boy.

The Way's clear ahead, Zeke.

You scout 'em.

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