Wagon Master Page #3

...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, ma'am.

Good morning.

Morning, corporaI.

Hi.

-I brought you some water, ma'am.

-Thank you.

Won't you stop

and have breakfast with us?

Yes, ma'am.

Sandy, let's go.

UncIe Shiloh.

-Mr. Cleggs, are you ready?

-Yes, sir.

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 that way.

You shut up, Luke.

Elder here's been right kind to us.

So you mind your manners.

He ain't quite bright.

Soon as 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 Cremley.

We're moving, Brother Fitzsimons.

-Moving out, Brother Hightower.

We'll be with you.

That wasn't very healthy, elder.

You afraid of them?

Yeah, I am.

-What about you, son?

-Who, me?

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,

and I wanna make sure we all get there.

Your haul, wagon master.

Lead out! Wagons west!

Hitch up, everybody! Hitch up!

Get your wagons on their way.

Why, you dad-blasted idiot.

Can't you stand up?

What's the matter with you?

You tarnation, consarned, no-good idiot--

Elder, watch your language.

Oh, watch my foot. I never saw such a--

Quicksand. He couldn't help it.

Quicksand?

Oh.

Well, I guess we're gonna have to find

a new trail out of here.

Yeah. Hold your train!

Hold your train!

Sorry, horse. Whoa.

Come on now, get up.

Get up there.

Come on, boy.

Giddyup. Come on, now. Get up.

Giddyup. Come on.

To teII you the truth, Sandy, I'm Iost.

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.

Watch out, now.

Navajos, elder! You better pull them out!

Hold it!

Pull back!

Hold it!

Hold!

Giddyup.

Put up them guns, you people.

We got troubles enough.

Never did kill myself a Navajo.

Pull them out, Mr. Perkins.

Injuns up ahead.

-You talk the language?

-Just enough to swap horses with them.

Sandy there, he speaks it real good.

Sandy!

Shuck your pistols, boys.

Tell them we are friends.

Tell them we come in peace.

What's he saying?

Near as I can figure out,

he don't seem to like white men.

He says we're all thieves.

He's smarter than he looks.

Don't tell him that, you fool.

Tell him we're Mormons.

-What'd he say?

-He says the Mormons are his brothers.

He says they're not big thieves

Iike most white men, just little thieves.

Ha, he's right complimentary, ain't he?

Ha, ha.

He says a fellow cheated him

in a horse trade about a year ago.

Yeah. 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 wanna have any trouble

with the wagon master, now, 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.

And I don't need any sympathy either.

I've done nothing I need be ashamed of,

no matter what you and your friends say.

We didn't ask to be picked up

by Bible-shouters.

-We'll be just as happy to get rid--

-No call to get mad at me, ma'am.

-And don't call me ''ma'am.''

-No, ma'am.

You like him, don't you?

I don't wanna see him full of bullet holes,

if that's what you mean.

-Sister Lamanite, I ain't a dancer.

-Better give it a whirl, Brother Perkins.

Let me go!

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 gonna whip no Cleggses.

-Whipping's better than scalping.

-Ain't gonna be no scalping neither.

How are you gonna stop it, Uncle Shiloh?

Let me go!

Brother Jackson.

Straight ahead, Mr. Peachtree.

This is where you leave us.

Whoa.

Well, professor,

here's where we leave you.

Now, about this team and the outfit,

I'm not asking you for any payment for it.

We've got a small colony

in San Bernardino.

You might make a contribution

as you pass through.

We'll do that, elder.

-I'm sure you will, ma'am.

-Thank you.

Elder, on behalf of myself, Miss Phyffe,

Miss Denver, and the entire company...

-...I should like to take this opportunity to--

-That's all right. Good luck to you.

-Thank you, sir.

-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.

You move a lot trading horses too.

Good thing about it though,

you get to know a lot of country and--

Like a valley I got in mind.

A man could make an awful nice

little cattle ranch in that valley.

Yeah, 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 going.

Whoa. Whoa.

Let's get going.

I'm telling you for the last time, elder...

...if there's any trouble,

I just gotta 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 them.

Whoa.

Welcome back. How was California?

It pains me, doc, to spoil your trip.

But I wouldn't rest easy thinking of you

foIks traipsing around the country.

No telling what you might run into.

Injuns, varmints...

...or maybe even a posse.

That'd be bad, wouIdn't it? Real bad.

-I assure you, sir, I had absolutely no in--

-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 just 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 a Iot better trails

than the one we're taking.

Yeah, there is if a man knows the country.

But we don't.

No, we'll just string along with you folks

so we can keep an eye on you.

There won't be any trouble,

will there, elder?

No, I reckon there won't.

Wagons west. Get them rolling.

Get in your wagons there.

-All right, get her said. Get it off your chest.

-I got nothing to say.

We hired out as wagon masters,

not gunfighters.

I never claimed to be a gunfighter...

...but I'd have taken my chances

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