Barquero

- Hey, mister?

- What?

- You're strong, ain't you?

- Yeah, I am strong.

- How long will it take you?

- To what?

To build the boat.

This man said that you build the boat.

- How long it gonna take?

- Quite a while.

That sure is a great gun there.

- How many Indians did you

kill with it? - None!

But I shot and scalped

a lot of curious kids.

Come on, you better get back

on the wagon.

You've changed a bit, haven't you

Travis? But this place sure has.

I see they're building a church...

A new school, huh?

Hell, I remember when

there was nothing here.

You had to go 100 miles north,

to cross the river. Yeah.

It sure is gonna be

a real town someday.

Do you ever think about

that, Travis?

Lots of times! Get ready

to lower that tail.

Sure.

Okay, follow up behind

Trevor's wagon.

Henry! Keep an eye on that boy,

I don't want anybody wandering off.

We're near the Mexican border and there's

lots of bandits and wild Indians here.

Wild Indians?

I'm just spooking them a little bit,

Travis. That keeps them on line.

Besides you never know...

We got one more wagon.

- It sure feels good to be home.

- What did you say?

It's good to be home.

If you stay out there long

enough then you get lonely.

- Didn't you ever get lonely out there?

- No!

Well, it's different with me.

- Who's that?

- Roland Hal. Another squatter.

- Gentlemen. Step inside, I will be right back.

- Thank you, senor.

Get another sack of flower and check

up inside, please. - Yes, sir.

Now Mrs. Harrington, this will protect you

from what evil lies across that water.

Thank you, Reverend.

Bless you.

I'm only doing what any man of God would

do, help those who cross the Mighty Paraju.

Hello Nola.

- She needs a new horseshoe.

- It'll be ready about... about 20 minutes.

Take your time.

Hey! Close that thing!

Of that, I will take care of it.

Well, Mrs. Harrington. Looks like you

purged all supplies you need for the trip.

- Oh, thank you, Reverend. I don't know...

- Please, please...

This is the last

church in California.

This space between us is far

with grizzlies and heathens.

Now that the war is over at the border,

mercenaries will come back for the territory.

Sam.

Thank you.

Sam.

Thank you, brother.

Your donation to our church

is gratefully received.

- Hey, Travis! I got us some meat.

- Good. - Move it!

Go!

Is that our man?

On the barquero?

We had a wonderful time together.

Am I not beautiful, senor?

I need a drink.

Say it, senor.

You look beautiful.

Oh, how are you beautiful.

Why are you wearing a sombrero?

Why are you wearing stockings?

They are treaty.

So is my hat.

- Oh, senor. I want more. I want...

- Shut up there! Shut up!

- Why do you keep looking out the window?

- Ah, why don't you take a rest.

That is good.

- Good morning, Doug... - Good morning?

- Just coffee?

Yeah, yeah. Just a coffee.

# Lalalala... #

# My love... lalala #

# Lalalala, crazy song... #

Lalalala... you are my dream?

- # Lalalala... Do I smell? #

- Yeah, you sure do.

# Lalalala... my love... #

Good day, gentlemen.

- What did he say?

- I don't know.

Layeta! Layeta!

- What's going on? - I don't know.

- They are shooting people.

You'll be the last that heard.

I got to move.

Senor.

Don't you think it would be nice...

to take Layeta with you.

What do you think, senor?

- Senor! Will I see you again?

- I don't think so.

Wait! Did you get it all?

All right, get the mine.

- You're so busy filling your pockets, you

could get your head out of it. - Oh, yeah.

Hey, Jake. You're right. But there is nothing

like them staking playboy in Mexico. No, man.

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