Wagon Master Page #4

Hold your horses!

Hold them horses!

Why, you dad-blasted idiots!

Hold them horses! Hold!

Hold them horses!

Thank you kindly, brother.

-You're welcome.

Hurry up, fellas.

Have I your permission

to take a bath now?

-Why, yes, ma'am. I reckon you--

-Thank you.

Hey, ma'am. I think I'll join you.

Fine.

Well, let's see now.

Say, Adam, if you fellows will play

that ''Chuckawalla Swing'' ...

...I think I can get

a Texas Star square going.

Sure. Let's give her a whirl. How'd it go?

WouIdn't you ladies like to join us

in the dancing?

I haven't danced in....

-When was it, Gus?

-I wouldn't remember.

WeII, it's about time you did, ma'am.

May I have the pleasure, ma'am?

Why not?

May I have the pleasure, ma'am?

Evening.

Me and the boys seen your fire,

scared at first you might be Navajo.

Then I heard your mountain music.

I said to Floyd here:

''Wherever there's singing and dancing,

you can be sure there's Christian folks.''

Never did know a bad man

that had any music in him.

Thought maybe you might help out

some strangers down on their luck.

Maybe stake us for a feed.

You're welcome to share

what little we have.

That's neighborly, mister.

ReaI neighborly.

Did you hear that, boys?

These good God-fearing foIks

is bidding us weIcome.

Brother Boulton,

help Brother Jackson with their stock.

We has been out hunting.

We've had nothing but hard scrabble.

Our pack horses stampeded

with all our grub...

...and I fell and bust my shoulder.

Sister Ledeyard, fix these men some food.

Thank you, Floyd. Thank you, Jesse.

Shoulder's been hurting bad.

Can't hardly sit on my horse no more.

-You know who they are, don't you?

-Yep. I reckon I do.

We've been having a dance

ceIebrating the crossing of the desert...

...and getting to the water,

so we were just gonna turn in.

When you folks finish eating,

if you'll just stack your plates up there...

-...why, we'll be seeing you.

-Bless you, brother.

Don't you worry about us. We'll just sit here

and enjoy your fire for a spell.

Uncle Shiloh.

They're the only ones toting guns.

You boys ever draw on anybody?

No, sir.

Just snakes.

Turn my eggs over, sister...

...and put some hot sauce

and chili peppers on them, please.

What's them words on your wagon say?

Read them for yourself.

I don't read so good. Tell me.

It says:

''Dr. A. Locksley Hall...

...Kickapoo snake oiI,''

and ''lightning elixir.''

And in the smaller letters:

''Teeth pulled,'' and ''hair restored.''

Uncle Shiloh.

Look here what I found.

A doctor.

A doctor.

Well, now that's real providential.

Be obliged if you'd take a look

at my shoulder, doc.

Well, I'm not certain, sir.

Said you was a doctor.

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