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But I was kind of wishing that them young

horse-traders would give the Lord a hand.

Sister Ledeyard...

...supposing you blow that horn again.

Yeah.

Gosh, all those women and children.

Yeah, and that red-headed gal.

What's gonna happen

when they reach that desert?

Oh, I don't know.

We warned them, didn't we?

Lookie here, Travis,

$50 a head is a good price, ain't it?

Yeah, but there's a lot easier ways

to make a living.

Well, Sandy, I'll meet you at the river.

Looks like we got a job.

Yes, sir.

Yeehaw!

Hey, eIder!

-Head them west.

-West? Why?

The Lord didn't provide any water

the way you're heading.

Ah, I knew you'd give the Lord

a hand, son.

And you owe me 450 silver dollars.

Payable at the San Juan.

Wagons west!

Wagons west!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey, gosh. Do I hear music?

It sounds like music.

If I'm not loco, so do I.

Do you suppose it's Navajos?

I've never of a Navajo playing a guitar.

Come to think of it, neither have I.

Miss Phyffe, we have company.

[FLEURETTY CHUCKLES]

Thank you. Thank you.

Dr. Hall.

Gus.

We have an audience.

Horses.

Ma'am, I heard your music out there and--

Got a match?

Yeah.

You might offer a lady a drink.

You mean this stuff?

Not that stuff.

Been drinking that for three days.

Water.

Just a drink of water.

Sandy, you dad-blasted idiot!

Don't stand there like a goIdang fool!

Go get the lady some water!

And so with their water all gone,

Mr. Peachtree here...

...poured a coupIe of quarts

of this lightning elixir into a bucket...

...and gave it to their mule.

Last they seen of her, she was going

over the hill like a Kansas twister.

And here they've been ever since.

Now these people, they have,

what I used to call in my sinning days...

...a ''hootchy-kootchy'' show.

Oh, I do declare.

And the question is,

what are we gonna do with them?

Give them a team, I guess.

-And enough water to get to Crystal City.

-Yeah.

WeII, now, Mr. Peachtree here says...

...that the Professor wasn't exactly popular

in CrystaI City.

That's where they just come from.

You mean they was run out.

WeII, they was invited out Iike we was.

Anyhow, they started out for California.

The poor handsome man.

Being driven out like that

with his wife and daughter.

WeII, that ain't exactly the way it is,

Sister Ledeyard.

Miss Denver, she's the young one there,

she ain't his daughter.

And Miss Fleuretty...

...dad-blasted fine figure of a woman

that she is...

-...well, she ain't exactly--

-That settles it.

Give them what they need

and let's get on.

I don't believe these people are up

to traveling alone.

Well, they will be when they're sober.

Well, we reach the California Trail

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