Wagon Master Page #4

if you'd have backed my play.

Sure, I know you would.

But I ain't risking 60 lives

on a fool play like that.

Sixty?

What if we'd got out there

and got ourselves killed?

These folks would 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.

Yeah, but what's gonna happen

when we reach the San Juan?

You think the Cleggs are just gonna

tip their hats and ride away?

Like the elder says,

we'll take care of that when we come to it.

Yeah.

Want a drink of lightning elixir, elder?

That Mormon train's

sure come quite a piece, hasn't it?

I don't suppose they've seen the Cleggses.

Won't hurt none to ask.

Fill up our canteens anyway.

Ho! Ho! Wagons ho!

I'm giving the orders around here, elder.

Are you gonna give the orders

to that sheriff's posse too?

Sheriff's posse, Uncle Shiloh.

Jesse, you get in here with me.

Reese, you take the Perkins' wagon.

FIoyd, you ride with the doc

and them show folk.

Get off. Put me down.

You all heard what Uncle Shiloh said.

Just you be quiet. Don't say nothing.

Elder, one wrong move out of anyone...

...and we start shooting.

-Howdy, elder.

Howdy, marshal.

Didn't think you'd make it this far.

Oh, we've been moving right along.

Well, we're still hunting them Cleggses.

Don't suppose you've seen them?

Well, now...

...it don't seem hardIy likeIy, does it?

Nope, had to ask though.

Happen you see them,

I'd appreciate your getting word to me.

We're camped down

by the old California cutoff.

Them Cleggses ain't gonna slip past us.

How about the bacon, marshal?

Oh, yeah.

We're running a little Iow on grub.

Don't suppose you have

an extra side of bacon in there?

Well, uh....

Yeah, I reckon so.

-Help yourself.

Thank you, elder.

I'll get it for you, partner.

-I know just where it is.

Thank you. Thank you.

Bacon's in the second barrel, ain't it, elder?

That's right, son.

-Here you are, partner.

Oh, thank you.

Think nothing of it.

Marshal.

Howdy, marshal.

Whose buckskin horse is this?

Seems like I've seen him

some place before.

Sure have. I tried to seII 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...

...uh, I don't rightly think...

...that, uh, I have 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 guess about now, Sandy,

is as good a time as any.

--could rightfully tell you--

Kick in, marshal.

Ride that dad-blasted horse.

If I was you, Wiggs,

I'd be careful who I took up with.

There's some mighty unsavory characters

traveling with this wagon train.

That's the Lord's truth, marshal.

Well, thanks for the bacon. Get going.

Wagons west. Hyah!

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

on foot or on horseback...

...but my opinion is,

the grain wagon can't make it.

That grain is more valuable to us

than gold itself.

And we just gotta 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. CIeggs.

We're gonna get 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 wanna talk to you about that later.

Tomorrow, maybe.

When are you gonna make your play?

Well, son...

...did you find the trail

to that Promised Land?

The whoIe 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 dugway.

There's sure a Iot of mighty pretty country

over that mountain.

River, valley and all.

Well, you better get yourself some food

and we'll 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'd you get that?

From Miss Prudence.

She got it from her little brother.

He got it from his grandpappy

before he got religion.

Now, I'll teII you what I wanna do,

if you'll just back my pIay.

What did you ever shoot at

besides tin cans and beer bottles?

That ain't the point.

I'll take care of them Cleggses

if you'll just back my play.

Be 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.

Go on now, get on.

Hey, man, come this way.

Brother?

Brother Boulton. Brother Boulton.

They didn't make it, Uncle Shiloh.

Kind of dangerous, huh, elder?

-I'll take the next one over myself.

-All right.

Elder Wiggs, I demand the privilege

of taking my wagon over next.

It contains nothing of value,

including the driver.

-Well, now, professor--

-Sir, I insist.

Gus. Gus.

Mr. Peachtree, if you please.

I'm going with you...

...you big ham.

Hey, hey.

Hyah! Come on now.

Hyah! Come on now.

Come on, brother.

[MEN SPURRING ON HORSES]

Hey.

Come on.

Get it up, come on now. Get on up.

Hey.

Hey.

Get it up, come on. Get on up.

Come on now. Get on up.

Get it up, come on. Get on up.

Come on now, get on up.

Get it up.

-Everything's all clear, Brother Jackson.

-Fine, elder.

Ready, Brother Jackson?

-Ready.

Sam, climb up there and take her across.

All right, elder.

Watch your wheels.

Keep them in that dugway.

It's rough down below.

Give them their head on that upgrade.

Once you get started, don't stop.

Keep them going. Sandy, now--

We're saying goodbye, elder.

We're parting company.

You've 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 gonna do?

EIder, get up there.

And to save you from asking why,

I'm gonna tell you.

You're gonna have the privilege

of taking that grain wagon over yourself.

Only it's gonna be at a dead run and

them wheels ain't gonna be set in no rut.

Luke, go down by that lead team.

Reese, I'm gonna let you whip them up.

Reese.

Hit the big one. Hit the big one.

The big one.

WIGGS:

HoId it.

Don't shoot. Please, don't shoot.

My boys, you killed my boys.

Good boys they was too.

Jesse.

Luke.

Whoa, boy. Whoa, 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 doggoned.

I'll be doggoned.

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