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Honest, Nance, it's the truth,

and that ain't all they got in Laramie.

Why, there are stores selling beans right out of a barrel,

and things in cans for eating, and cream they ice.

Cream they ice?

So they say, and dresses,

them Frenchy dresses,

all cut and sewed and made in lace.

Frenchy dresses out here?

Yeah, and things that goes with them,

I don't know what you call it,

but you scoot it up a pole and you get shade.

Glory.

We gotta go down to Laramie, Nance,

we gotta see it.

[ gunshot ]

We was just talking about Laramie, Pa.

You was a-fixin' to run off, I heard.

Oh, now we would have told you.

We wouldn't do nothin' to bring shame on us.

It ain't you who'd fret me, honey,

you was Christian-raised; it's him.

I don't take that kindly.

Oh, don't you now?

Well, Mr. Carson,

if you can't take care of my girl in Injun country,

just what are you gonna do in the town?

There's a lot worse things in Laramie than a back-foot Injun.

Well, at least you've been there, Pa.

At least you walked in the streets

and looked in the stores and all.

Yeah, and I had money in my pocket,

and that's everything in a town.

Just what have you got, boy?

My rifle.

Oh, you couldn't hardly get

no price at all for that old hunk of iron.

Show him the poster, Hobie.

Look.

Laramie Sunday Shoot.

Is this how you aim to make your money?

Hobie is a good shot, Pa.

With the money he'd win, it'd give us a real fine start.

Yeah, but there's real crack shots comes to this shoot,

real sharpshooters,

and just how do you figure to stand up alongside them?

Center of the "O's," Hobie.

Now don't be a fool, Nancy, you come back here.

Go ahead, Hobie, shoot.

There you are, Pa, I ain't even looked at it,

I don't need to.

Oh, it could have just been luck.

Oh, one hole might be luck, Pa, but two?

I know my rifle, Mr. Tilford.

And I think I can hold my own in Laramie.

It's our big chance, Pa.

With all that money we can buy a bottomland farm.

Well, I-- I know you your ma will fret

and I don't reckon I blame her.

And I don't guess I got any real right to stop you.

Ah, don't carry on.

Now, boy, facts is facts.

Town doings is mighty strange to mountain folks.

If you get there, you look up a man named Slim Sherman

at the relay station near Laramie.

Me and his old daddy come west together long time ago.

Slim's a man you can trust,

you remember that.

I'll remember, and thank you.

Now you be careful, uncommon careful.

Laramie, I can't believe it, Laramie.

Whoopie!

Laramie! Laramie.

Oh.

You know, if anybody sees us

they'll think we're plumb crazy.

Oh, happy crazy is all, I hope it never stops.

Me too.

Whoo-wee, sure gonna be a crowd.

Yeah.

Just what we want.

Look at that, boss, they're even coming down out of the big sticks.

Look at all those buildings.

And they got boards to walk on.

I know, and glass in every window.

Why, Hobie, it almost takes my breath away.

Whoa.

Hey, Ben, get us a room

and take care of the rifle, huh?

I'll see about registering.

Let's go, Yano.

We better sign up, Slim.

Oh, just a minute.

I need help with these pies and cakes,

take them into our church booth.

You're gonna sell them?

- I thought we were gonna eat them. - So did I, Daisy.

No, now I have samples for you at home,

provided you carry them in where they're supposed to be.

All in one piece, if you please.

Aunt Daisy, can I have two pennies?

Oh, I suppose so. What do you want them for?

For some licorice and a pickle.

Licorice?

And a pickle?

At the same time?

No, first one, then the other.

Thanks, Aunt Daisy.

Oh, please be careful, Jess.

Oh, Slim, the meringue.

Well, you just sit here and get your breath back.

I got to find the signing-up place for that shoot.

You won't be gone long now, Hobie?

No longer than it'll take me to sign my name.

Don't you go runnin' off with any of these city fellas now,

'cause once they get a look at you,

they're gonna come running like bees to honey.

Oh, Hobie.

Looks like the shoot's gonna be bigger than ever.

Howdy, Telly.

Yeah, I wish my shoulder felt better, Slim.

It's like a flinch every time I pull a trigger.

I know what you mean.

This rope burn has been giving me fits.

I can't hardly hold the stock.

I've been putting liniment on it,

but it's not doing any good.

Well, I'll just keep my glove on.

You know, Slim, I don't think

we're in very good shape to win this shoot.

Jess, you know something, if we lose, we got built-in excuses.

Let's sign up.

I'm sorry, son, those are the rules.

But I didn't know.

This is all I got.

You'll be up against some mighty slick shooters, boy,

and it might be just as well.

Go on, sheriff, you got a cash customer here.

Keep your shirt on, Seton.

- Now, son-- - Seton?

I was wondering when you was gonna show up, Sherman.

What are you doing here?

Take it easy now. Seton was paroled.

He wrote to me to find out

if he could come to Laramie for our shoot.

And you said he could?

He served his time.

He's clean, as far as I know.

Anybody who sold rifles

for the Indians to use at the Fort Sanders massacre

is covered with the kind of dirt that doesn't wash off.

Slim!

It's all right, sheriff.

Sherman here feels real personal about it

because he testified against me at the trial.

I say, forget about it.

I think I was railroaded into prison,

but I ain't holding that against you, Sherman.

Oh, that's real generous of you, Seton.

But that still doesn't change my mind about you.

I'm kind of sorry to hear you say that, Sherman.

I didn't come back here to fight old enemies

or to make new friends.

I just came back to win this year's first prize, that's all.

What's the matter, sheriff, can't you get rid of this yokel?

You'd better move on, son.

Are you theSlim Sherman?

Hope there ain't more than one.

Mr. Tilford, he's gonna be my daddy-in-law.

He said if I needed somebody

I could trust, I should look you up.

[ sarcastic laugh ]

He said that your pa and him come west at the same time.

My name is Hobie Carson.

Sure, I used to hunt with my dad up by the Tilford place.

What can I do for you?

Well, sir, me and Nancy,

well, that's Mr. Tilford's youngest,

we come to Laramie for the shoot.

And, um, well, I ain't got enough money

to sign up for it and I...

You sure you want to?

Oh, certain, that's why I come.

Mr. Sherman, I'll pay you back double after I win,

I really will.

A boy that believes in luck.

No, sir, I believe in my rifle.

Hobie, I'd be glad to stake you.

You don't have to worry about paying me back.

Thank you.

Well, I'm glad to see you

so reckless with your money, Sherman.

Maybe we can get a little game before I leave.

I ain't opposed to adding to that 1,000 I'll be winning.

When I stop being particular who I play with,

you'll be the first one to know.

Hold it, mister!

Whoa, wait a minute.

Just back off real easy. You, too, Jess.

I figured there'd be some fights today,

but not this early.

You'll have to excuse my friend.

He just doesn't like unfriendly things said about me.

Then you'd better hold a hard rein on him

in this town, Seton,

or you'll both be on your way.

I've got some cells in there,

they'll most likely be full up before this day is over.

But there'll always be room for anyone

who steps out of line. Anyone.

That's all right, sheriff.

I just came to shoot at the targets.

Sorry, Mort.

I just remember too many bad things

about that sidewinder.

This is for me and him. Hobie, sign up.

Thank you.

Forget about him, Slim.

Well, Mr. Sherman, excuse me,

but I sure would like you to meet Nancy Tilford.

She's sitting on the wagon right over there.

Sure, Hobie, be happy to.

Oh, this is my partner, Jess Harper.

Howdy.

Pleased to meet you.

Especially since you're so sure

you're gonna take top money in the shoot.

I reckon you're puttin' me on, Mr. Harper,

but I gotta win.

You see, Nancy and me got our hearts set on a bottomland farm up home,

and that prize money is gonna buy it.

Hobie, you know, hitting the targets

is a little different than hunting for squirrel or ox.

Well, that's what I figured, it should be a lot easier.

Targets won't be moving, ain't that right?

He's the one.

And don't you forget him,

but wait until I say.

Thank you, Jess, for helping me set it up.

You bet, Mort.

Are you sure Slim's all right?

Yeah, he'll be okay. Daisy put him to work.

- That ought to keep him out of trouble. - I sure hope so.

- MAN 1: You're a liar. - MAN 2: Don't call me no liar!

The day's not half over.

Hold it there, you two! Hold it.

All right, break it up.

It's all over, folks.

Relax now, go on, have a good time.

What in the world did you two find

to fight about on a nice day like this?

He claims my cider tastes like green vinegar.

You just taste it, sheriff, alongside of mine. You'll see I'm right.

That's a big lie, and I can prove it.

Is that what started all this?

I ought to throw both of you in jail

for just plain foolishness, but I haven't got time.

Jess, you settle this.

It's time I got over there and closed those sign-up books.

- Now wait a minute. - Hey, you just taste this, Jess.

Oh, taste some of mine, he can't make cider.

And you're a lying skunk!

All right. Now wait a minute.

That sheriff said for you to settle this, Jess.

Here.

Have some good cider, Jess.

Mine's better, eh?

No, it ain't.

I missed you, Rafe honey.

I thought you were coming in yesterday.

Don't tip our hand, Dixie.

You don't know me, remember?

No sense getting here too early.

I figure now the big money is now down

to half a dozen players.

You got them picked out, Dixie?

Yes, I know who's been winning.

None as good as you, even if you play it straight.

Good girl.

Sending you ahead like this is working out real good.

I'm doing my part, Rafe. When are you?

Dixie, you're getting your split.

That's not what I mean.

You said we were getting married

when things got better.

Oh, so I did, but things aren't better enough.

We could make it here.

I win that 1,000 today, and tonight,

I'll triple it right here at the tables.

But the shoot comes first, and I aim to win it.

Where are you going, Rafe?

Up to my room. I figured I'd relax for a while

and think about all that money we'll win.

Don't drink anymore, huh?

You know the trouble it gets you in.

[ music plays ]

[ gunshots ]

You ready to show them how it's done?

We're betting on you.

You got a sure thing then.

Bring 'em in.

Targets will be scored, gentlemen.

Next four shooters on the line.

[ indistinct chatter ]

What's the matter?

Nothing.

It's getting a little fuzzy.

Are you sick?

No, not exactly.

Think I got me a little case of cideritis.

Cideritis?

Oh.

How did it go, Mr. Sherman?

Well, not bad. Good luck to you, Hobie.

Well, I ain't braggin', but luck's got nothing to do with it.

It's all right here.

Hey, Sherman,

I noticed you've been favorin' your hand.

I hope it's not troubling you.

I'll get by.

All right, your targets are up, gentlemen.

Fire when ready.

Your targets are ready, gentlemen.

It's your final round.

May the best man win.

Fire when you're ready.

I sure wish you good shootin', Mr. Seton.

Yeah, yeah, same to you.

Whee, that was good shootin', boss.

Four, four...

How's the hand?

- Ah, it's all right. - Let me see.

- It's all right, Jess. - Let me see.

Easy.

All the mule stubborn goats, you sure take the cake.

Burn's busted wide open.

It's bleeding.

Oh, I thought I could beat him.

Ladies and gentlemen, gives me great pleasure

to announce to one and all

that this year's Sunday Shoot here in Laramie

has been won with a perfect score,

not one miss,

by Mr. Hobie Carson!

[ cheering ]

Aw, Hobie.

Uh, Mr. Sherman, I've been looking all over for Hobie.

I know he'd take kindly to your invitation

to stay with you folks tonight,

but I can't find him anywhere.

Well, I wouldn't worry too much.

He's probably over at the saloon celebrating.

Mighty popular man today.

Oh, I hope he ain't tryin' to do no fancy drinkin'.

He ain't much of a drinker.

Well, we better go get him, Jess.

Seein' how you're such an expert on the subject,

maybe you can help him out.

Come on, Slim.

You're about as funny as one of Mike's sour pickles.

Don't worry, ma'am, we'll find him.

I wouldn't blame Hobie for celebrating if I were you.

It's quite a thing he did today.

Yes, ma'am, I reckon it was.

It's just that I ain't had much of a chance

to tell him how proud I am for him.

Well, don't you worry.

Slim and Jess will find him for you.

Then you have the rest of your life to tell him.

Well, uh...

honest, all I can say is that it wasn't me,

it was this here wonderful old rifle.

You see, my pa taught this here rifle

to pick a flea off a branch at 100 yards.

And I just can't seem to break her of the habit.

Well, friends,

I would like to thank everyone

who had anything to do with this here shoot...

especially all of the real gents

that I was up against,

like this fella here, Mr. Seton.

And all I can say is that I think

we ought to drink

to a real fine shot and a gentleman.

Mr. Seton almost beat me today,

and well, I sure wouldn't want to shoot

against him very often.

To Mr. Seton.

What about it, Seton?

Slim says you were going for a gun.

And I told him you couldn't have been

'cause you didn't have one on you.

Yeah, that's right, sheriff, as you can see.

Then what were you after?

Well, I don't know if it's anybody's business or not,

but I wanted to give our young sharpshooter

here something, this here medal.

I won it in a shooting match up in Canada.

Well, it's always brought me good luck.

I was beaten by a better man today.

And I wanted him to have it.

Well, I couldn't take this, Mr. Seton.

Ah, I won't take it back, boy.

Well, I sure do thank you, I-- I sure do.

You better come over to the office, Slim.

Now hold on, sheriff.

I suppose Sherman meant well for the boy's sake.

Well, I won't press charges.

You're making it look awful good, Seton,

but I don't need your favors.

Don't push your luck. Now come on.

You shouldn't be in here, Nancy.

I gotta see Hobie.

All right, let's go see him.

I sure don't know how I'm gonna

thank you for this, Mr. Seton.

And it means a great deal to me

coming from a fine shooter like you.

Well, you deserve it, Hobie.

You're a better shot, not many I can say that to.

Looks like someone to see you, son.

Nancy, what are you-- This ain't no place for you.

We've been invited to stay at the Sherman Ranch

on the way home, Hobie. I think we'd better be going.

Home? Well, no, I can't go now, I can't leave.

Wouldn't be the proper thing to do.

You see, these folks is giving this celebration for me.

Pa was right, Hobie,

town's doings can be strange-like.

Well, now, Nancy, I can't leave.

I won't go.

Well, what kind of a way is that to talk?

I think I told you as plain as I know how

that I'm not gonna leave, that's all.

I don't need no mother hen clucking at me now.

What's come over you, Hobie?

Nothing has come over me, girl.

Now you go on out there and you go with the Shermans.

- I'll come along when I'm ready. - When you're ready?

You heard what I said, didn't you?

Do I have to repeat myself all the time?

I think you heard me right and clear the first time.

You're a big man today, Hobie.

Don't let your new friends cut you down to size.

Sit down, Hobie. Maybe they're just bad losers.

That's right, Mr. Carson, you're a top man around here.

You can have things any way you want.

I'm not blaming you, Slim, for what happened,

but maybe you'd better stay clear of Seton.

I'd like to say I'm sorry for what I did, Mort,

but it'd just be a lie.

Let's forget all about it.

Go on home and cool off some.

- Good night, folks. - Good night.

- Good night, sheriff. - So long, Mort.

- Good night, Mort. - Bye-bye.

Well, it's been quite a day.

Yeah, we better get going before something else happens.

Good idea.

Mike, you need to...

No, Aunt Daisy.

We're ready.

Come on.

Ain't she a beaut?

Well, let's drink up, gents.

Dixie, I want to thank you.

I figure you got the derringer.

I told you what drink does to you.

It won't happen again.

Hey...

why are you buttering up that kid?

You got something in mind?

You mean you haven't?

Well, I figure it goes like this.

You teach him how to win at poker.

I'll let him. And then we clean him out,

including that 1,000 he won today.

One thing's sure,

if we don't take this hayseed, somebody else will.

How do I ever get along without you, Dixie?

You seem to figure out ways.

If we pull this off...

you'll be Mrs. Rafe Seton before you know it.

I'm counting on that.

Don't spoil it, Rafe, with too much whisky

or anything to do with Sherman.

You worry too much, Dixie.

I can handle them both.

And young Hobie here is just the bait I've been looking for.

Only two or three more of these stakes to drive,

if I last that long.

Too bad Jess isn't here to help you.

Yeah. If I know him, he'll be training

like a mountain lion all day.

At least till I get all these stakes driven in.

[ wagon approaching ]

Slim, look.

Those duds he's wearing looks like

they just came out of a circus trunk.

[ horse neighing ]

- How-do, gents. - Howdy.

Will the womenfolk be to home?

Inside.

Well, go on and open it, Nancy.

I sure hope you're gonna like it.

Well, these flowers are for you, Mrs. Cooper,

'cause you've been so nice to us.

For me?

Well, they ain't picked, they're bought.

Oh, they're beautiful, Hobie.

- Thank you. - Welcome.

I'll put them in water right away.

You're gonna like that, Nancy.

Things sure is goin' apace in town, Mr. Sherman.

Why, the newspapers got it all about me

being Laramie's new Davy Crockett.

Yeah, I guess you're gonna be famous, sure enough.

Oh, well, I don't know about that,

but I had to buy myself some new duds.

And you know what?

The bank wants to hire me as a special guard.

And people are talking all over town about-- what do they call it,

exhibition shoots all over the territory.

That's fine, Hobie, just fine.

Hey, that Miss Dixie sure was right.

That's a mighty ladylike kind of dress.

Dixie?

She helped me pick it out. Isn't it a beauty?

Oh, it certainly is, Hobie, but I--

Well, I don't think

that it'd be too good to do the milking in.

Milking?

And I think that if I wore it to the square dance,

well, we just might be asked to leave.

Oh, now hold on, wait a minute.

We're not goin' back home, you know.

You heard me telling Mr. Sherman

here about how much money I can make.

We'd be clean out of our minds to leave now.

Hobie, now we ain't right for this kind of life,

neither of us.

Who says we're not?

Nobody says it, they don't have to.

I swear, girl, I don't know what you're carrying on about.

I never felt righter in my life.

Hobie, I know this is none of my business,

but how much of that prize money you got left?

Got left? I got all of it.

Well, yeah, but your clothes and that dress.

Hmm? Oh, poker winnings.

Miss Dixie taught me how to play poker.

I won most of it from Mr. Seton.

He just keeps on losing, but he don't seem provoked about it.

Oh, Hobie, you gamblin' and carryin' on, I'm ashamed of you.

Now wait a minute. You listen to me, Nancy Tilford,

you don't seem to understand the big chance I won

to make something of myself.

If you don't like it, you can just go on home alone.

Well, that's just what I'm gonna do,

and I hope I never see you again.

Slim, you'll have to speak to him.

I know, Daisy.

Only I'm about half-afraid it's too late to do him any good.

Wow.

Mike, go feed the chickens.

Again?

Again.

I think there's something you ought to know.

Seton and that girl is just settin' you up.

He's lettin' you win.

Maybe I learned how to play good.

Oh, yeah? Wait till they get you in a really big game,

when you bet everything you own,

why, Seton will come up with the best hands you've ever seen.

Are you trying to tell me my friends would cheat?

I'm trying to tell you, you've got better than a good chance

of losing that prize money, that farm you want,

and everything you came into town for.

Hobie, don't make an even bigger fool of yourself.

If you don't think of yourself, think of Nancy.

I ain't gonna listen to you.

You're gonna listen to me.

Will you show some sense?

Are you gonna stop now?

All right.

Giddy-up.

Hobie, what happened?

Oh, nothing happened.

I got into a little argument with Sherman, that's all.

And he don't look any better than I do.

I'm sorry to hear that, son.

Say, Ben, take him up to my room

and let him get cleaned up.

You can use some of my clothes.

Oh, no, you don't have to do that, Mr. Seton.

Well, I want to, Hobie.

I kind of hoped we'd play some cards tonight.

I managed to scrape together a little more money.

Why, sure, I-- I reckon I owe you a chance

to win some back anyway.

Come on, sharpshooter, we'll get that mud off you

before it gets so hard you can't move.

All right then.

See you around, Hobie.

All right.

I believe our chicken is about ready to be plucked.

Tonight?

Tonight.

Are you sure she doesn't want to eat?

I practically begged her to.

I think we better leave her alone.

[ door opens ]

Would you like some supper now, Nancy?

No, thank you, Mrs. Cooper.

Mr. Sherman,

I would like to go into town.

If that's the kind of life Hobie wants,

then I'm just gonna have to get used to it.

You know, Hobie might find out that he doesn't like it much.

Well, he might be on his way back here

right now to pick you up.

You don't think I'm as pretty

as those town girls, is that it?

Of course not, Nancy.

Well, you look better.

Then I would like to go. Please.

My place is with Hobie,

even if he's gonna be so mule-headed stubborn.

I think you should go.

Slim will take you into town.

I know just the thing you need.

In my top bureau drawer,

you will find a green scarf.

It's kind of chilly this evening.

Thank you, Mrs. Cooper.

You're not serious, are you, Daisy?

You let her go into town looking like that?

If you were Hobie and saw her in that dress,

wouldn't you be sort of shocked?

Well, I'm not Hobie and I'm shocked anyway.

Well, don't you see? Maybe it's the very thing

he needs to bring him to his senses.

Well, if that doesn't do it,

I don't know what will.

Uh, I guess that's it.

I-- I just got two of them ladies.

Ah, it's too bad, son.

They don't stick up against my three aces.

No, I guess-- I guess they don't.

Well, you sure had a run of luck,

didn't you, Mr. Seton?

I haven't got nothing left.

You even won that gold medal back there.

Well, I'm sorry, Hobie, but you wanted to play.

Guess I did.

It sure--

sure slipped away awful fast though, didn't it?

You know, I don't-- I don't rightly know

how I'm gonna tell Nancy about this.

Well, you better think of something

'cause there she is.

Nancy.

What are you doing?

Well, you shouldn't be here. You shouldn't look like that.

Isn't this what you wanted, Hobie? You gave it to me.

Oh, no.

No, I was wrong, Nancy. I--

Oh, I was dead wrong.

I didn't know what I was doing to you.

Can we go home now, Hobie?

I lost all the money, Nancy.

We ain't got nothing to go home with.

We got each other.

What happened?

Did you lose it all to Seton?

You were right, Mr. Sherman, he set me up real good.

What about it, Joe? Was it a fair game?

As far as I could tell, Slim.

You mean he'd cheat to beat me?

I don't know.

You'd do that to me?

And to Nancy.

You'd make fools out of both of us?

You and... your fancy woman and your big talk.

Hobie.

- Your fine clothes and your stinkin' whiskey. - That's enough, Hobie.

You're a cheat to take away my prize money. You cheat, Seton.

- Sherman, you better stop him, he's drunk. - Put it down, Hobie.

No, anybody's gonna move, I'm gonna tear him wide open.

All right, Mr. Seton,

I want what's mine,

and I ain't gonna be tin-horned out of it.

Come on.

[ gunshot ]

Hobie.

Hobie!

Hobie. Oh, my dear Hobie.

He could have been stopped some other way, Seton.

He didn't know what he was doing.

I saw it, Yano saw it, he tried to kill me, Sherman.

MORT: Slim!

Now what?

I thought this feudin' was all over.

Everybody saw it, sheriff.

The boy's a bad loser, he tried to kill me.

Yano had to stop him.

He was half crazy, Mort,

but there was no cause for knifing.

No cause?

He was right on top of me with that rifle.

Well, just ask anybody, sheriff, they saw it.

Sheriff, he's bleeding bad.

Can't we get him to a doctor?

Yes, we sure can, miss.

The only way we're gonna get to the truth of this is to have a hearing.

8:00 in the morning in my office.

I want you there, Seton, and your friends.

And you, too, Slim.

That goes for every man who saw what happened.

Well, let's get him to the doc.

No, Rafe, you can't do it.

It'll ruin everything for us.

I didn't come here for us, Dixie.

I wanted that prize money and to get even with Sherman.

But they'll know who did it.

They'll know a lot more if I stick around

for that hearing tomorrow.

The bartender knows we cheated.

I paid him to keep the kid drinking.

Yeah, then just leave now.

Not until I get Sherman.

He ruined me at that trial.

And I spent 3 long years in the pen.

Hearing or not, that lawman's bound to find out

what I'm really wanted for.

So what have I got to lose?

Ben and Yano are in the same spot.

Then let me go with you.

Ben's getting the horses, Dixie.

You can't travel with us, you'd slow us down.

I'll-- I'll send for you.

You're leaving me to face the law?

Dixie, I said I'd send for you.

You're lying!

You never meant any of the things you said.

All right, so I didn't. You've gotten your pay, now keep out of my way!

No.

I figure they'll keep the kid overnight.

Sherman's got to come out sometime.

[ rustling ]

Well?

Good.

Take care of the horses.

Let's get ready.

Yeah, might as well stay in town tonight

if I'm gonna make that hearing at 8:00.

Bunk in the jail if you want to.

You're not gonna turn the key on me?

No, not yet, Slim.

Sherman, look out!

Come on, get up.

[ grunts ]

Hold it, Seton.

Go on, get going.

Good shooting, Hobie.

You got him in the side.

In the side?

When I was gunnin', I was aimin' for his shoulder.

Take this one over and lock him up.

It's all right, miss.

Well, I sure do appreciate you lettin' us stay on here

while Hobie's shoulder healed some.

Oh, I loved having you.

And thank you so much for teaching me

how to make that mountain berry jam.

Well, you're welcome.

Well, I guess that's about everything now.

Where did that Hobie go to?

Oh, he's inside playing cards with Slim and Jess.

Playing cards?

Ow! Nancy!

Oh, Nancy, stop that!

Come on, we weren't playing for keeps, honest.

And they ain't even married yet.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, that's too bad.

He had a good hand, too.