The Big Trail Page #3

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thought you were someone else.

Wait! It was thisaway. I

thought you were Elise, ma'am.

Elise?

Yes. Just thought

I'd surprise her sort of.

Did you indeed?

Let me tell ya.

If you'll light someplace,

I'll tell ya.

Oh!

Oh.

What is it?

You're as pale as a ghost.

Oh, it's nothing,

Mr. Thorpe. Really. I...

But there must be something wrong.

Oh, nothing.

Just an

unpleasant occurrence.

I'm gonna

explain that play.

There's nothing to explain.

But I'm gonna

tell you anyhow.

It seems to me you're forcing

yourself on this lady.

Is that how

it seems to you?

How else can I take it?

It's nothing to me

how you take it.

But it matters a heap to me,

ma'am, how you understand.

Perhaps not. But if it

concerns Miss Cameron,

I'll demand an explanation.

You will?

Then speak your piece.

Mr. Thorpe, will... Will you

please take me to my brother?

With pleasure. I'll be

looking for you shortly.

Well, I won't be

hard to locate.

Hello, Honey Girl.

Hello.

Thank you so much,

Mr. Thorpe.

It's a great pleasure.

Just think. This wagon will be

your home for the next six months.

And after that,

a cabin in the wilderness.

My mind is made up,

Mr. Thorpe.

We're going

with the settlers.

You know my brother David.

Yes.

Hello, Dave.

How do you do?

Howdy, DOV!

Hello, Zeke.

Howdy, Bill.

Hey, Jack, I been tellin' you

about this here boy Coleman.

He can heave a knife

into a mark so big every time.

I'll bet you

a buffalo hide he can't

heave it into

that post back of ya.

Call the bet! Now here.

Show him, boy.

Bless our wild heart!

Oh, I've seen him do it

a hundred times, eh, Bill?

That's another buffalo hide

you owe me, Jack.

You remember, Bill, that time

up, uh, on the Snake River...

Oh, I sure do.

Say, boy, I want to know

about old Ben Griswell.

I hear the

Indians downed him.

Only it wasn't

Injuns downed him.

No?

Renegade whites done it.

How come?

He'd been wolf in'

all winter.

Yeah?

Must've had $2,000, $3,000

worth of wolf pelts.

Oh, easy that.

He was hacked up

and stuck full of arrows.

Looked like Injun work,

all right.

The wolf pelts was gone.

If ever I find

them hellhounds,

I'll sure make 'em

hunt their holes.

Come on.

Lopez, who's that young buck over

there with no hair on his face?

That's, uh, Breck Coleman.

He very quick with his knife.

Oh, where's he come from?

He come from the plains,

the mountains.

He live with the Indians.

He can throw a knife

through the heart in 20 feet.

He's the best shot

in all this country.

He knows everything.

He'll know too much

for his own good someday.

Yes. All right.

If old Ben had lived, he'd be going

on about 72 now, wouldn't he?

Injuns never done this.

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