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# There were two wild stallions
on the mountain
# Only one could rule the land
# The son's mighty hoofs
come a-thunderin' down
# Thunderhead then was
the king of the mountain
in the valley below
# Now and then to take a new lady fair,
# Now and then to take a new lady fair
# Like a thief in the night
he would fly out of sight
# Mighty clever
"Shoot that stallion"
# They were sure it was
the great Thunderhead
Yes, sirree. Old Thunderhead
like the night when he struck
at Beaver Greenway's place.
Early next morning, Beaver's granddaughter
Grandpa, get up. Get up, Grandpa.
- Another mare's gone.
- Another mare's gone. It's Lady Hanover.
- Lady Hanover?
She was run off by some stallion.
His hoofprints are all over the place.
By ginger, it's that Thunderhead.
- It's too late. She's dead.
Why, it was only last spring
we bred her to Willie D.
I was counting on her colt.
- I'm sorry, Grandpa.
- Don't you feel sorry for me!
By ginger, I'm going to tell those
McLaughlins a thing or two. You just wait.
Tell me, was I very?
- What day is it?
You've been that way since Sunday.
I'll put the coffee on.
Pump for me, will you?
Honest, ducky, this is the last time.
- Yes, I know. Put your head down.
Ouch! Ouch, you're scalping me!
I came here to look after you,
and I'm going to, even if it hurts.
Thanks for leaving my head on my shoulders.
Wash your hands.
Never mind breakfast.
I just remembered I'm mad.
- I'm not, eh?
if Rob McLaughlin won't do something, I will.
I'll not have you fight with Mr
McLaughlin. It's not neighbourly.
Grandpa, please wait till you feel better.
If I didn't feel as well as I do, I wouldn't
stand here arguing with you. Now scat.
This one's impossible. Just look at these eggs.
That kid should've been back last night.
It's a long pull from Los Angeles,
especially dragging a trailer.
I know, but that boy's got a genius
for getting into trouble.
If you fight with the McLaughlins,
no one in 20 miles will talk to you.
No man's stallion's gonna
steal my mares and get away with it.
- Well, Carey, Beaver, come on in.
- McLaughlin, I've lost another mare.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- He's sorry, he says.
Wait a minute.
How do you know it's Thunderhead?
Nobody's even seen him since
It's Thunderhead. You know what I'm gonna
- if you catch him at it. You haven't even seen him.
- Are you calling me a liar?
- No man calls me a liar and gets away with it.
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