Young Bill Hickok Page #4

Come on out.

I can't. I've put on my wedding dress to | see how I look and...

Calamity says if you were to see me in it before the | ceremony it would be flyin' in the face o' Providence.

Yeah, but can't ya kinda slip out while she's not watchin'?

Well, I could try.

You keep on singing and I'll come out.

When the shadows fall

Across the Rockies

And the sleepy moon

Begins to rise

Then I see your face

In almost every place

You are always there | Before my eyes

When the shadows fall

Across the Rockies

You boys are kinda early, aren't ya?

The wedding isn't til tomorrow.

Bill, somethin' important's come up.

Somethin' you won't like, but --

Give me time. I'll get to the point.

What're ya tryin' to say, Mr. Majors?

Bill, the government is planning a | big drive to end the war.

And they're in desperate need of gold supplies.

As you know, we have a large amount stored here.

You've got to get it through.

Is that orders, Mr. Majors?

Orders, Bill.

Calamity caught me red-handed.

Louise, I guess you know everybody | here except Mr. Tower.

How do you do, Mr. Tower?

Gentlemen...

I've got to get down to the corral.

Well, I'll come along with you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Calamity says I'm walking right into | trouble in my wedding dress.

Honey, I'm going away.

I've got to leave right now to get things ready.

But our wedding!

We'll have to wait.

Well, were you just going away | without even telling me?

Of course not. Louise, you must | understand the importance of this.

Is it more important to you than our marriage?

It'll only be postponed for a little while, | just til I can get this shipment of gold through.

- To the enemy. | - Louise...

Yes, Bill, the enemy.

I can't help being a Southerner. You're taking gold through | so the government can pay the army to kill my people!

Yes. If you wanna put it that way.

But this is army business. And I just | got my orders from Headquarters.

Orders, orders! Well, here's an order for you.

Don't come back. There's not gonna be any wedding!

Bill!

May I see you a minute?

Sure!

Oh, Bill, I'm awfully sorry. | Will you forgive me?

I start in forgivin' ya the minute | you start in gettin' mad.

You know, the last time we quarreled | and I let you go, you were almost killed.

We've made up this time, so if I get half-killed | again, it'll be my own darn fault.

Oh, Bill, I'm so worried.

All that gold! Surely the Morell Raiders | can't help but know you're moving it!

We've been doin' considerable thinking | along those lines and --

And you've decided to do something?

Yes. Take the gold through.

But couldn't you've thought of some | kind of a plan to safeguard yourselves?

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