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Sure.

There's probably nothing

there but a trading post.

We'll be stuck up there

with nothing to do but...

Make love.

Hmm, what's wrong with that?

What's the matter?

Stop it!

Bells crossing!

Get rid of them.

Thanks for pitchin' in.

It's all right.

Looked like you could

use some help.

He's a good man.

Bigtree?

Telegram for Mr. Bonzo!

He'll do... my name is

Bender, Jim Bender.

I'm Devlin...

This is Mrs. Devlin.

How do you do, Mrs. Devlin?

Mrs. Devlin?

Yes...

Thank you.

May I?

Surely.

It's from papa...

Everything is all right.

He says if we need more

money or anything,

we just let him know.

Isn't he wonderful?

Nice guy to do business

with, by letter.

Going to St. Paul, Mr. Bender?

I'm going to Fargo.

So are we.

Really... that's fine.

We'll probably be seeing

a lot of each other.

Heya!

We've passed the fort. Should be

in Abercrombie in a few minutes.

And you look just as fresh as

when we started, Mrs. Devlin.

Thank you... We bought

some things in St. Paul.

Oh, aren't they soldiers?

Huh? Probably an

escort from the fort.

Must be some hostile

Indians around.

Indians... oh!

John, now that we know

something about it,

do you really think we

should go to Fargo?

Well, we've come this far.

Maybe we oughta stop

off and, uh,

take a look around.

What do you expect to do

in Fargo, Mr. Devlin?

We are going to invest

some money in land.

Farmland...

We thought we'd

pick up a few acres

and grow some wheat.

You wouldn't want us to believe you

was a farmer, would ya, Mr. Devlin?

Maybe I oughta

sprout a beard, eh?

I can't imagine why you'd

want to buck a proposition

as uncertain as you may

find in the wheat country.

Wha... what's

uncertain about it?

You don't think nobody's gonna

let you walk into Fargo

and jump any claims,

do ya, ma'am?

Bigtree means, you might

have a little trouble

getting hold of a decent

piece of land--

Good acreage is scarce.

Tryin' to tell us that

they don't take kindly to

strangers in Fargo, Mr. Bender?

I don't imagine they'd

welcome strangers

who come to farm, uh, without

implements, Mr. Devlin.

Whoa!

Everybody out...

We done it again!

Fort Abercrombie, folk.

Mr. Bender?

I'm Bender.

Compliments of

colonel Worden, sir.

He'd like you to ride over to

the fort when you're rested.

Well, I was gonna sail

on the Sioux Princess.

Have you got any idea what

he wants to see me about?

There's been some

killings at Fargo.

They've burned the homes of

most of the Bonanza farmers.

- Indians?

- Well, according to Mr. Stowe,

it was made to look like the

Sioux were mixed up in it,

but he doesn't believe it.

Stowe wasn't burned out, was he?

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