Wagon Master Page #3

in two or three days.

Don't think we ought to take up

with their kind of peopIe, eIder.

I'm not leaving them now and that's flat.

-You're hired out to us--

-Hold on there, both of you.

Just calm down.

I ain't so sure but what the Lord didn't put

these folks in our path for a reason.

As I see it, the Lord ain't one

to waste his energy.

Now, he's gone to a lot of trouble

getting these peopIe into this fix.

And if I was him, I wouldn't want anybody

messing up my plans.

-Well, uh, putting it that way--

-All right.

Back to your wagons, folks.

We've wasted enough time.

Blow your horn, Sister Ledeyard.

Wagons west. Wagons west.

Let's get going, Travis.

-The stock aII watered?

-Stock's watered.

How far you reckon it is?

-Next water?

-Mm-hm.

Oh, 40 miles.

Well, the Lord will provide.

I hope so.

Good morning. Good morning, how--?

Good morning. How are you?

By golly, I bet it's gonna be hotter than--

-Mind your language.

-I wasn't cussing!

-You were gonna say ''hell''

-I was gonna say ''Hades''

But ''hell'' ain't cussing. It's geography.

It's the name of a place.

Like, you might say Abilene,

or SaIt Lake City.

Don't you go be making any remarks

about Salt Lake City.

Sandy! Jackson! Dad-blast you!

Cut it out here. Stop it, stop it.

What's the matter with you two?

Ah, stand up. Sandy! Consarned idiots, you!

What's the matter with you?

Ain't you got no--? Sister Ledeyard!

Sister Ledeyard, blow your horn!

Consarned, tarnation, idiot.

Ain't got the sense that God gave a goose.

Go on, get back to your wagons.

Go on, hitch up and get out of here.

Pardon me, ladies.

Excuse me, professor,

but shaving ain't permitted here.

We're kind of low on water.

Young man, in all my years of trouping...

...I have never appeared

in front of my audience unshaven.

-I do not propose to do so now.

-I'm real sorry, sir.

Your apology is accepted.

Get to your wagon.

Hey, you aII right?

You shouldn't have done that, ma'am.

I'm sorry you fell off your horse.

I mean, about taking a wash out here

in the desert.

We need that water for our horses.

I'll tell you what...

...I won't take another bath

till you tell me to.

Looks Iike you got yourself an admirer,

Denver.

That rube.

-Feet hurt, ma'am?

-Nope.

Here, try these on.

Did you get these

from that red-headed gal?

-You mean Miss Prudence?

Mm-hm.

Yes, ma'am.

-Is she your wife?

-No, ma'am.

-How they feel?

-Hmm.

Fine.

A little large for me maybe, but fine.

Thanks very much...

...and thank your lady friend.

She ain't that either, ma'am.

Water! Water!

River yonder!

River yonder!

-Better pull them up, elder.

Hold your horses!

Hold your horses, men!

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