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[music playing]

And I suppose you made up your mind that this is my fault?

Considering being deputy makes you

in charge of the keys for the handcuffs and the cell,

and you've somehow managed to misplace them

while also managing to lock yourself up in both, yeah,

I'm supposing I am.

I just wanted to see if I could get out.

Well, can you or can't you?

No.

That's why I need the keys, obviously.

Sheriff!

You got to come see this.

Just the man I wanted to see.

You look a little on in years, so I'll keep this brief.

I'm hunting somebody what pass through this town of yours.

Bliss hell likes to keep clear of trouble.

Whoever your quarry is, they ain't here.

Best keep riding, son.

So you ain't seen this fella?

[gasping]

Like I said, quarry ain't here.

Wait, Sheriff.

That was that one fella, the one that

brought the mill back to life.

He did magic.

You ran him out of town yourself.

You don't remember that?

Looks like we got started on the wrong foot.

Now, you're going to go fetch this magic man and bring him

to me, or I'll be making some of that

trouble y'all so keen to avoid.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline your offer.

You know who I am, Sheriff?

I'm the one they call the Ranch Hand.

Deadliest cowpoke in the Southwest.

Done bad things to nice people for pennies.

This bounty I'm after, biggest payday I'd ever seen.

He's the dreaded nomad of nowhere.

Got to be honest, I'm willing to do a lot of bad things

for this one, starting with these nice folk here.

I've heard stories of you, Ranch Hand.

Not sure how much I believe.

Well, seeing is believing.

BARTY: Whoa!

What's under there?

Barty, get back!

Ha!

So, you're going to get me that nomad,

or I'm going to start making believers, one by one.

Please, just let the boy go.

If this is truly the nomad you're hunting, he's evil.

He won't care who you threaten.

Oh, that's not what I heard.

Start unloading.

The sooner we can be on our way, the sooner we can get

back on the hunt for the nomad.

Oh, my stars.

Is that a Dairy Town 5000?

I ain't seen one of those since I was back home.

Captain Toth, right hand to Don Paragon.

This outpost is behind on its shipment.

You're the oil man?

I am now.

It was Pa before, but he hurt himself trying

to get her running again.

He's gone now.

[sobs]

Well, we've got a schedule to keep.

Don Paragon doesn't want to fall behind,

so we brought your water with us to avoid delays.

Once we trade for your oil, we'll be on our way.

Well, that's just it.

Pump's not working, and we can't fix it.

All we got left is a small reserve.

Great.

We'll take that, then.

But that's the trade for crops.

She's right.

We just can't, not with the pumps still broken.

I understand your dilemma, but you can

trade with me right now, or send me

back to the dawn empty-handed.

You know which one of those is worse.

I'm sorry.

The answer is no.

You've already caught me in a bad mood.

So if you don't change your mind,

I'm going to have to drop the nice act.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Let's just rustle up the old calm wagon, shall we?

There's no need for a spat.

Let me take a look at the machine, huh?

Skout, they're refusing to pay the Don.

There are rules.

They're thirsty, and I used to fix

these all the time back home.

It won't hurt to try.

[angrily grunts]

Yes!

What's crawled up her battle ax?

She wants to get that nomad so bad,

she don't care what's in her way.

It's like I always say, Jethro,

hurting people hurt people.

Well, at this rate, she's going

to give my people a bad name.

The Y'dala are her people, too.

She's doing it for them.

Come on, let's see that machine.

[music playing]

Thought I might find you up here.

The cavern's one of Barty's favorite spots,

besides the mill.

If only I- [sobbing]

Ah.

I came here to ask something of you.

There's a real bull of a bounty hunter in town.

He's fixing to cause all sorts of trouble, that

is unless we turn you over.

Please, I've got nowhere left to go.

The Ranch Hand is beyond this old man, and he's got my boy.

I know you ain't got cause to do me

favors after how I treated you, but if not

for me, do it for Barty.

You caused us a whole mess of trouble

without ever meaning to, stranger.

You ever thought what might happen if you went and started

some trouble on purpose?

Well, that's about all the jokes I know.

Got to be honest, didn't really figure y'all would hang

around to see the showdown.

We ain't got nothing else to do.

Say, where'd you get that arm?

Oh, uh, I got it from the Iron Border.

Ever been up that way?

Nope.

What's it by?

Up near Tame Tooth.

Know that one?

I've never left this place.

[sighs]

The nomad's here!

Howdy there, Nomad.

I hope you're here to turn yourself in.

You're going to risk a fight over this lot?

Way I heard, they don't even like you much.

Suit yourself.

Let's see if your magic is as good as they say.

Nomad, use your magic on his arm!

Fancy trick.

But your aim's off, partner.

What are you doing?

I said his arm!

I don't know.

Run?

Good luck running from this!

[piano playing]

[glasses rustling]

Hmm?

We have to help him.

Let's show that long arms he's messed with the wrong town.

I think I know just the protocol.

Don't tell nobody you've seen this.

Why do all our missions to the outskirts end in a standoff?

What did I tell you, Jethro?

This sordid cycle of generational poverty

only begets violence.

The only thing I be getting is bored.

[rumbling]

Skout!

Hoo boy!

That sizmoverter was a tricky customer, but I think I got it.

Wait, what'd I miss?

The Nomad.

Well, let's get to it, then.

We can't.

Orders.

But-

Did you fix it or not?

Oh, good news and bad news.

The good is that I got the converter

rigged to last you a spell until you can get a replacement.

The bad, well, the pump isn't quite as busted as you think.

The oil well is almost plumb-dried out.

You'll need to take your trade elsewhere.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you for-

Can we get this done already?

[sighs] Take it.

We'll make do. - Good.

Load it up.

Wait.

That's it?

That's all we trade them for?

Rules are rules.

Let's go.

Lots of ground to make up.

Looks like we're all back where we started.

So what'll it be, Nomad?

Care to save the little fella?

I have had it up to here with your shenanigans!

Now, it's time to collect that bounty on you.

I said you!

Hey!

Cut it out!

[yelling]

[screaming]

Well, buckle my boots!

You beat him!

That was so smart of you to figure out

you couldn't use your magic on his arm

till he wasn't holding it no more.

[cheering]

[laughter]

MAN: All right, Nomad!

I can't thank you enough.

You saved my boy.

And thanks to the pack the Ranch Hand left

behind, we got enough coin to get us by for a time.

We owe you a great deal, which is why it stings that I'm

going to ask you to leave.

Yeah, magic's the thing.

Nobody's done it longer than any of us have been alive.

We can't risk that kind of attention,

and magic sends it all the way to the top.

So thank you, but I'll be thanking you more to leave

and not come back.

If I can ask you one more thing, don't tell Barty.

He won't understand.

And for what it's worth, I'm glad the stories

were wrong about you.

Time to rewrite the rest of them, Nomad.

[music playing]

[hissing]

[footsteps approaching]

[snarls]

MAN: The Twindleweed Brothers Traveling

Circus is open for business!

[rustling and chatter]

Come one, come all, and witness the most

magical show in nowhere.

And don't forget to purchase commemorative merchandise,

available at all exits, entrances, and outhouses.

Ain't this just the liveliest thing you ever did see?

Why are we wasting our time here, Skout?

Well, because it's fun, silly.

Hmph!

And because I think you're pushing yourself too hard.

You need to relax sometimes, Toth.

This place might make you feel better.

We've been searching for the Nomad for weeks

and ain't seen hide or head of him.

That's got to be upsetting.

[angrily grunts]

But- but maybe these traveling folk

have seen him on their journey.

Couldn't hurt to stick around and ask.

And they've got cotton candy.

Hmm, I suppose we could try to gather some information.

And I do like cotton candy.

Yeehaw!

BAILEY TWINDLEWEED: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

paying customers, allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Bailey Twindleweed, your master of ceremonies.

[applause]

Thank you, thank you.

You're a wonderful audience.

But wait.

Ladies and gentlemen, I sense a traitor is in our midst.

[gasping]

Yes, my dear friends, though I do not

intend to arouse a panic, I'm afraid this

is no ordinary fiend but the fabled Nomad of Nowhere!

[gasping]

What!

BAILEY TWINDLEWEED: That's right, the sinister wanderer

of legend-

Skout, this is it!

What's it?

-dark magic to bring objects to life in defiance

of the great El Rey and preys upon the innocent

with his unholy trickery.

If only there was someone brave enough

in the audience to stand up to such

a villainous ne'er-do-well.

You, sir!

Do you think you have what it takes

to protect these good people?

Nonsense!

Let's give our hero a round of applause!

[applause]

Don't worry, kid.

Just play along.

This is about to get good.

Oh, no!

This is it.

He's here, the Nomad of Nowhere!

[crowd booing]

Watch out, brave fighter, lest you

be thwarted by his dark magic.

My word!

Our hero is defenseless.

Whoever shall stop the Nomad now?

Why, it's Killjoy the Clown.

[clown horn honking]

[cheering and applause]

Bertha the Bearded Stronglady.

Lazarus, the Lizard Tamer.

[gunfire]

And Trixie the Trick Shooter!

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Twindleweed's Phenomenal

Four!

Trademark.

[applause and cheering]

Come on, kid.

You're killing the mood.

Clap, for Pete's sake!

[screams] Dark magic!

Magic?

Magic?

Magic?

The Nomad of Nowhere!

He's real, and he's here?

You were right, Skout.

This place is making me feel better.

Yay?

Ladies and gentlemen, for your safety,

please evacuate immediately!

No refunds will be offered.

What the?

Where'd he go?

[gunshots]

TRIXIE: Easy there, hombre.

This show ain't over yet.

[gunshot]

BAILEY TWINDLEWEED: Sorry, fella,

but you never had a chance.

You see, the Phenomenal Four ain't just circus performers.

They're ex-bounty hunters, too.

Helps to pad out the resume.

Bailey called me a real three-for-one hire.

[clown horn honks]

Shut your hot dog holsters.

TOTH: Not so fast.

I have a proposition for you.

Who are you?

I am Captain Toth, right hand to Don Paragon.

And if you turn over the Nomad to me,

I'll ensure we are all rewarded appropriately.

All?

Lady, we captured him without any of your help.

We ain't letting no middleman get in the way of our reward.

We already got to split all our profits

five ways, though I guess that's better since we

lost the Human Cannonball.

Rest in peace, Harry, wherever you landed.

Let me rephrase.

If you don't hand over the Nomad,

then we're going to have a problem.

Now hold on, everyone.

Why don't we all calm down and talk this

out over some cotton candy?

Talking isn't exactly our style.

Well, that's one thing we can agree on.

OK, but what if it was all our styles, like collectively?

I just feel like together, we could-

Honey, I don't like the way she was talking down to us.

[arguing]

[snarls]

[gasps]

Um, excuse me.

[arguing]

Excuse me!

Lazarus, shut her up.

Don't you dare!

Ha!

Or what?

Huh?

Gah!

The irony!

BOTH: The Nomad is loose!

Oh, no you don't!

Fill him full of lead!

Easy.

[gunshots]

Like shooting an idiot in a barrel.

[guns click]

What?

Get back here, you little varmints!

Now stop right there, Mr. Nomad!

[grunts]

Get over here, little man!

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Come to mama!

Hey!

That ain't fighting fair!

[screams]

[clown horn honking]

[screaming]

No, no, no, no, no, no, wait!

[screams]

Nomad!

You and I have unfinished business!

BAILEY TWINDLEWEED: Oh, no you don't!

That's our money you're talking to, our livelihood!

Can we please just work together?

[screaming]

I don't need to work with nobody, so long as I

got nobody's working for me!

[screaming]

Now get me that-

I thought you said we were hardly making ends meet.

Looks like Bailey's been holding out on us.

Hey, hey, Toth, how about we work togeth-

W- wait a minute, gang.

What are you doing?

Put me down, OK?

Put me down!

Stop!

Um, does this mean we can take the Nomad now?

I think we've got all the rewards we need right here.

You mean taking the boss's gold

or firing the boss from the cannon?

Yes.

[screams]

Oops.

No.

No!

We had the Nomad right where we wanted him!

I'm sorry, Toth, but at least we got cotton candy.

[angrily grunts]

[music playing]

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