How the West Was Won Page #4

Even a wisp of smoke like that

is better than...

Are you crying? Crying for him?

Now, what does that mean?

Now, tell me what that means.

Nothing, Pa.

What time did you come to bed?

It was early, Pa.

It wasn't. It was late.

Daughter, I'm only gonna ask you once.

Is there anything for your ma and pa

to worry about?

No, Pa, there ain't.

He'll be back.

I'll see him again.

But you expected to see him this morning.

You know you did.

I don't care. I'll see him again.

Look.

- You got a growed man to do that?

- I did. Just like in the book.

Did you get him to say them crazy words?

I told you before, it ain't the words,

it's the sentiment.

You mean, he didn't even giggle nor nothing

at such foolishness?

He said it was a real solemn occasion.

Like shooting the rapids without a paddle.

No matter what he said, he did it just

to get rid of you so as he could clear out.

You know that's so.

And you're lucky he did. Do you wanna

live like a squaw all your life?

Go on, say anything you like...

...but I'll see him again. I know I will.

And he ain't got a wife and six kids.

He ain't got a wife at all yet.

Hey, Pierre!

Someone's coming upriver.

Customer.

Trapper, seems like.

See how that cover bellies up?

Could be furs.

Thirsty, mister?

Drier than a grasshopper on a hot griddle.

Well, welcome to our little inn, sir.

My name is Jeb Hawkins,

late colonel of the Alabama militia.

- Where you bound for?

- Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh? Well.

Looks like he's got

a whole canoe of furs, Pop.

- Sure enough mountain man.

- Indeed.

One of our explorers gonna extend

our domain to the far shores of the Pacific.

Well, nothing but the finest for you, sir.

Whiskey?

- Right.

- No pepper or rattlesnake heads in this.

Nothing but the pure grain

and the sweet kiss of the malt.

- Never mind the cup, I'll just take the jug.

- Oh, a real mountain man, huh?

- I trust you'll toast our noble banner, sir.

- Sure will.

Golly, you're right.

That's real sipping liquor.

Pa, him being a trapper, you suppose he

might know what that varmint is we got?

Well, say, now, he might.

Yes, sir, he just might.

Sir, we caught us

a cave-dwelling critter...

...that no man in these parts

has seen before.

You know, it'd be right satisfying

to having you tell us what it is.

Well, I don't know too much

about cave-dwelling varmints.

Just yonder. Take your jug.

Well, I...

I don't know.

WOIt's right over here.

You know any sweet-talking gals

in Pittsburgh?

No, no. Nary a one, yet.

Well, Pop and I are hoping

we'll vacation there.

I'll be at the Duquesne House

if it ain't burned down.

Hey, there, now, you pretty girl,

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