Westward Ho

Covered wagon

Rolling westward ho

Covered wagon

O'er the plains we go

Dry and dreary

Weak and weary

Rolling

Westward ho

Reelin', rockin'

rollin'

Covered wagon

Over

The prairies That's my favorite song, Jim.

We roam? Aw, it's too quiet. I like

some of them soldier battle songs.

Reelin', rockin'

rollin'

Covered wagon

Over the prairies

To home Kinda tired, ain't you, Ma?

No, Mark.

Not very.

You can't fool

this old horse trader.

I've been over these trails too many times

not to know your first trip is a tough one.

But Mark, don't you think we

better be stoppin' for supper?

Those youngsters back there

are most likely starved.

Well, it won't take us so long

to get out of the desert, Ma.

Before the yonder range

we'll camp for the night.

John, this sure is

lots of fun.

I wonder why Dad never took

us on any of his other trips.

'Cause it ain't safe. It ain't safe

for older folks, much less kids.

And anyhow, schoolin'

was more important.

Aw, I don't like school none.

Anyway, I ain't seen

an injun yet.

I'd like to see one. I'd shoot

him right 'tween the eyes.

Put that gun down

'fore you get hurt.

I'd like to see some badmen. I'd

show 'em how bad a fella could be.

I hope you like it

out west, Ma.

It'll take us a little while

to get settled,

but, uh, we'll be gettin' in

on the ground floor.

We'll make a go of it, Mark.

I'll be a heap happy to see you

settling down to ranchin'...

and give up this freight haulin'

all over the west.

The boys are growing up, and they'll

be needing you a lot more now, Mark.

I guess you're right, Ma.

I've been awful lucky. I'm gonna be

glad to get out of it with a whole skin.

Ho.

Ballard, the Wyatt outfit's headed

this way, across the Buckhorn trail.

- How much stock, Red?

- Oh, I'd say around 200 head.

Good beef stuff too.

Zeddie says he could use a few

hundred head at a fair price.

How big an outfit with Wyatt?

Just a few hands. Oughta be easy.

Good. Get mounted. We'll hit them

before they get across the desert.

Red, you and Chuck ride straight

for the wagons a-shootin'.

Bronc, you and Sloppy ride

out in front to head a getaway.

The rest o' ya,

ride for the cattle.

We'll burn the wagons. Heel!

They're- They're trail jumpers.

Ma, take the line.

Hyah! Hyah-yah-yah-yah!

Unharness them horses.

We got every hand, Ballard. And the

cattle's on their way to the camp.

Put up your hands

or I'll dr-

Wait a minute, Red.

He's a spunky little critter.

Let's take him along.

- Fire them wagons.

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Let's get outa here.

Mother.

And as you gentlemen know,

the discovery of gold in

this state has encouraged...

every outlaw and criminal west of the

Mississippi to move in here among you.

They're growing fast-

stealing, destroying, murdering,

and living by their guns at the expense

of the decent and respectable citizens.

They outnumber law enforcement 20 to 1.

The honest people are so terrorized by

them that they're leaving the country.

Unless something is done soon, the towns

will be filled with nobodybutoutlaws.

Why are you

so interested, my boy?

Since childhood, I've lived

on the trail of bandits-

hunting the men who murdered

my parents, stole my brother.

If it takes the rest of my life,

I'll continue to hunt them down.

And at the same time,

with the proper aid,

I can do a good service

to this country.

Just what do you expect

the state to do?

Only this:

I'm asking you to provide

guns, ammunition, horses...

and the men that I'll select.

And I promise you, I'll rid this

state of every bandit that's in it...

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