All language subtitles for 08 - The Bleymier Story

I went to look for those clouds, Charlie.

This country wouldn't take much to bring on a flash flood.

Ah, they ain't got me worried much, yet.

As fast as they're moving, they'll be eight, ten miles by here before they wring themselves

out.

I wouldn't bet on it.

You wouldn't?

Of course, it wouldn't be all bad.

It's one way of guaranteeing that you get a bath before next spring.

Charlie, that's what they mean about every cloud having a silver lining.

Silver lining.

Hey, let me give you a hand, Blue Mirror.

Ah, thanks.

Here you go.

Oh, when you get this squared away, will you, uh, give Hawks a hand with the livestock?

I want to get them penned in early tonight.

Sure thing.

Glad to help.

So you're going to finally pay some attention to the signs, huh, McCullough?

I don't follow you, Blue Mirror.

I'm referring to nature's signs, McCullough.

She's got a hundred ways of telling us there's trouble ahead.

Look at them clouds.

Black and evil, hanging over us like the devil's own shroud.

You know what that means?

I reckon it means we're going to have some rain, Mr. Bleemeyer.

Nothing so mysterious about that.

Don't mock me, boy.

Take it easy, Bleemeyer.

Nobody's mocking you.

We've had storms before, and we'll have them again before we get to the Dakotas.

Keep on like this and you'll never get there.

You saw that shadow on the moon last night.

And just before we stopped, all them birds flying low across our path.

If you wasn't so blind, you'd see they was trying to tell us to change our course, take

another route.

That's a lot of superstitious nonsense.

You're not going to do it, are you?

Not if you folks want to do your fall plowing.

I'm taking the shortest, fastest route I know, and I'm not going to change it because of

a lot of omens.

Then you're a bigger fool than I thought.

The storm will just be the start of it.

The signs are never wrong.

They're warning you, McCullough.

You listen to them, or you'll have the blood of every one of us on your hands.

Belle, I told you to stay in the wagon.

I only wanted to watch the storm gathering.

You're a daughter of mine.

Flaunting yourself before the elements, like a scarlet woman to a man.

No good will come of it.

I didn't mean no harm.

It was just, I love the wind, the clouds, the air so crisp and clean.

So did your ma.

And what did it get her?

There ain't no good going to come from love of nature.

She's an enemy you've got to learn to fight.

Then maybe she'll leave you be.

Now go back inside.

You ain't going to whip me this time.

I know all your tricks and how to turn every one of them against you.

You ain't never going to beat me down again.

You ain't never going to beat me down again.

You know, I figure I'll be really lucky if I get this supper ready before this thing breaks.

In that case, Charlie, I hope it rains.

Oh, is that so?

And how come you practically begged me on bended knees to come along when the major asked you to take these folks back to the farmland?

Well, that's easy to answer, Charlie.

I figured that once they tasted your cooking, they'd be so busy grumbling that they wouldn't even notice anything else.

I need something.

Evening, Claiborne.

Evening.

Have a word with you?

Sure.

You think you'll be able to get along all right with, uh, Lee Meyer?

Oh, yeah, we won't have any serious trouble.

Well, if you have any problems with him, you let me know and I'll, uh, fix it so you don't have to drive behind his wagon.

Oh, I don't mind.

I think I can put up with him for the next few days anyway, at least until we get to the farmlands.

I'd, uh, I'd sort of like to meet his daughter.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

This bad weather keeps up, you're going to have more time than you counted on.

Just as long as we get there in time to plow before the first frost.

You know, I've been, uh, working and dreaming about a place of my own ever since I was a kid, Mr. McCullough.

Now that it's so close, nothing's going to stop me.

Not even Blee Meyer and his signs and omens.

I hope you're right.

Good night.

Keep them moving, Charlie.

Keep them moving.

Keep them rolling.

Keep them moving.

Keep them rolling.

Keep them moving.

Keep them rolling.

It's going to get worse.

You'll see.

We haven't begun to feel the wrath of nature.

I know what she's like.

I know the agonies she can cause, man.

I've learned, though.

I've learned, though.

You just stay close by me.

Nothing's going to happen to a man who's learned to read the signs.

Blee Meyer, keep your wagon moving.

You're holding up the line.

I can't make the horses go any faster than they want to.

Pull out and bring up the rear.

Hey, Flint, when do you want to make camp?

Yeah, this month's enough to kill the horses.

Pass the word.

All right, keep them rolling.

Keep them rolling.

Fire!

What did you go and do that for?

Well, I just wanted to remind you, miss, that it is raining.

I like the rain.

What's your first name?

Justin.

That's a very pretty name.

Justin Flaymore.

Haven't you noticed me all the time I've been riding behind you?

I didn't say I didn't notice you.

Just, I didn't know your first name.

That's all.

You realize that in all the time I've been on this train, this is the first talk we've had?

Did you want to?

Lots of times.

Then why didn't you?

Because of your father. I didn't think he'd like it much.

Pa doesn't approve of women talking.

He says that Eve was created without a tongue.

But then one day Adam put an aspirin under her palate.

And this grew into a tongue, which, like the aspirin leaf, never stopped shaking.

How old are you?

Seventeen. I think.

You think? Don't you know?

Well, that's what Pa says.

I was awful young when Ma died.

He's all I have, so I guess I have to believe him.

Yeah. I guess you do.

Bell.

Bell.

I don't remember inviting you over to my wagon, Claiborne.

I didn't mean no disrespect, Mr. Bleemeyer.

We were just talking.

You mean you were filling her ears with lies.

Trying to turn her against her own father.

I'm warning you, Claiborne. Stay away from Bell.

The only way we'll cross there is to wait till next spring.

Didn't you say there was a place farther up north where we could make it?

Yeah.

But it's not the only thing upstream.

What do you mean?

Didn't you notice?

That is some stuff.

I never figured a suburial ground was this far south.

What do you think would happen if we tried to pass through it?

It would make the brush we had with the Cheyenne last year look like a party.

We're not doing any good here. Let's get back to the wagon.

What I was saying is that the river's too high to cross here.

And yet you people haven't got time to sit around and wait for it to go down.

Because if you're not through the passes by the first snow, you'll be trapped there until spring.

Well, how many choices we got, McCullough?

We got a couple.

The first is to turn around and go back and join the major in the main part of the train.

But they're heading for California.

My land is up north, in the Dakotas.

We're pressed for time as it is.

Every book I've ever read about farming says you got to plant your winter wheat before the first frost.

You'll want to harvest a crop come spring.

That's right.

Books he talks about.

You think any of them are going to teach you about nature?

No.

It's the signs and omens that count.

I know.

Until I learned to read them, she gave me drought when I needed rain.

Hail when I begged for the sun.

Is any book going to tell a man why his fields are burned with lightning or his crops ruined by frost?

No.

It's the signs.

And right now, every one of them is telling us to turn back before it's too late.

I'd just as soon take a chance on the Sioux and starve next spring.

My man and me ain't got food enough to last through an early crop.

You say we got a couple of choices, McCullough?

That's right, Mr. Cowan.

There's another crossing north of here, but it means traveling through about 30 miles of Indian burial ground.

What are we waiting on?

Ain't nobody ever had their scalp lifted by a dead Indian.

Not the dead ones I'm worrying about.

The Sioux consider this all sacred ground.

They feel that if we pass through it, we'll disturb their ancestors for eternity.

Besides that, they've got a treaty with the United States government that protects the land.

So if they caught us here and they attacked us, will they be legally right?

And they'd catch us all right.

Our luck ain't going to change for the better now.

My way of thinking, Mr. Blaymeyer, a man makes his own luck.

Mr. McCullough, what would our chances be if we lit out now?

That's hard to say.

Assuming we can keep these wagons rolling in this weather and the Indians don't come out, well, we might squeeze through.

But if the Sioux spot us, it all depends on the rain.

If the rain was going to help us, it wouldn't have washed out the crossing to begin with.

Now, do you believe me?

What more of a sign do you need?

We got to turn back.

That's not for you to decide, Blaymeyer.

Everybody here's in the same boat.

We all have a right to vote on it.

What do you say, McCullough?

It's not my decision to make.

Whatever you people decide to do, that's what we'll do.

One thing I want to make clear, though.

We'll all go with the majority.

Right.

All right.

How many of you want to turn back?

I count eight, Flint.

How many want to go on?

Eight again.

Why didn't you vote, Claiborne?

I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to.

Why?

Well, everybody else here's got a family and kids.

I'm all alone.

I just don't think it's fair.

Your life is as important as the next man's.

If you can't sit this one out, what do you want to do?

Draw us the burial ground.

All right, we'll move out in the morning.

Wait a minute.

So you're still going to ignore the signs.

You're a fool, Claiborne, and you're going to pay for it.

With your life, do you hear me?

You and the rest of them are going to die.

Blaymeyer, you've caused nothing but trouble since we started this trip.

And a lot of folks are sick of it, especially me.

Now keep your mouth shut.

We're moving out in the morning.

Get some sleep.

We're moving out in the morning.

Get some sleep.

You ready, Charlie?

Yeah, but I don't like it.

What do you mean you don't like it?

I saw three seagulls flying together.

You saw seagulls in this weather?

No, back in San Francisco about eight years ago.

And my old grandpappy said it was a sure sign of trouble, too.

Yeah, well, I think your grandpappy must have gone to school with old man Blaymeyer.

Let's move out, huh?

Okay.

All right, let's move out.

All right.

All right, move along, move along.

Don't look forward, Marvin.

All right.

Hi, Flint.

Hi.

You spot anything up ahead?

No sign of Indians.

How is it?

Well, it's kind of muddy.

Like you say, though, as long as the rain keeps up, we'll be all right.

Well, you keep your eyes open anyway, and I'll keep them rolling.

Right.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, Doc, keep them rolling.

Come on, Doc.

Let's go.

Come on.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Come on, get up there.

Get up.

Get up.

Get up.

Save the whip, Bleemire.

You'll have to lighten the load.

Sorry, miss, but you'll have to step down.

She stays here.

That's a better idea, Bleemire. You get down.

He's right, father. We have to get clear.

You make it all right, miss?

Yes, sir.

Clayborne, get a jackpot.

Right.

Matt, we need your help.

Yes, sir.

Get up there.

Get up.

Yeah, let me get it.

Clayborne.

All right, Bleemire, now.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Get up there.

Hold it, Bleemire.

You've broken a wheel.

Val.

Get in the wagon.

I warned you about staying away from her.

Now I'm going to...

Save your strength, Bleemire. You've got enough trouble as it is.

You've got to leave your wagon behind.

You're going to do what?

Don't you hear, Val?

Everything I own in the world is in that wagon.

You expect me to just walk away and forget it?

No, maybe some of the other folks will double up and carry some of your things.

You think any of them would help me?

And even if they did, I'd be a fool to let them.

They're doomed, every last one of them.

I ain't moving from this spot until that wagon's fixed.

I haven't got time to argue with you.

If you want to stay behind, you stay.

But I can't hold up the whole party for one wagon.

Nobody's asking you to.

Me and Bella will catch up with you later on.

You don't expect her to stay here with you?

She's my daughter. She'll do as I say.

Not this time, she won't.

If you want to risk your scalp, that's your business,

but your daughter's my responsibility.

She'll ride in my wagon until you catch up.

You'll never catch up.

She'll ride in my wagon until you catch up.

You mean if I catch up.

That wheel ain't gonna change itself.

You can't leave me here alone.

I paid good money for health and protection, and you gotta give it to me.

All right.

I'll send Hawks back when I see him.

Pete!

Give Fleamire a hand with his wheel. Satisfied?

I won't forget what you've done.

Mark my words, I won't forget it.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Fleamire.

You're gonna be mighty sorry for the way you treat Belle.

She's not a little girl anymore.

It's time you woke up to that.

One day, whether you like it or not, she's gonna light out on her own

and see and do things for herself.

When that time comes,

all the fear you put in her heart isn't gonna matter one little bit.

You're just like the rest of them.

I warned you, but you wouldn't mind.

I told you to stay away from Claiborne.

But you wouldn't hear me.

You wouldn't listen to your own father.

You're just like your mother, Belle.

She wouldn't hear me.

I told her that day to stay in the house.

I told her there was an omen of doom in the air.

But no.

She wouldn't believe the signs.

When the rains came

and the boulder lightning hit that tree,

I heard her scream.

I ran out.

I saw her all crumpled up.

She died in my arms saying she was sorry.

Sorry she hadn't listened.

And the signs are the same for you, Belle.

I warned you about Claiborne.

I told you he was born under dark clouds.

He's wrong for you, Belle.

He's evil. No good will come of a match like that.

He'll bring death to you.

When he touched my hand before,

I felt more feelings than I had answers for.

He made my skin tingle.

My heart race.

I never felt that way before.

How could that be evil?

Love always ends in death,

no matter who or what does the killing.

But I'd be dead if I didn't love and have these feelings.

I can't hate everybody and everything the way you do.

Justin's a good man.

There's no evil in him.

There just couldn't be.

I won't let him have you, Belle.

For your own good.

Someday you'll thank me.

Mr. Blamar, we're ready to pull out.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

We're as far as the Mesa.

That's where we'll make camp.

But Blamar broke the wheel a mile and a half back.

Straighten him out and join us, will you?

All right.

Come on, Chick.

Let's go.

I don't know which is worse, cold supper or mad Indians.

Cold supper never cost a man his life.

You told me the zoo wouldn't come out on a wet night like this.

Because they figured that white men have as many brains as they have.

If they knew we were here, they'd be here in no time.

Don't worry about that.

On second thought, you know, this cold soup is not bad at all.

Belle, you shouldn't be here.

I know.

Well, I don't want to make any trouble for you.

You know what your father would say if he thought you were here.

I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't sleep for thinking all the things he said already.

Justin.

He said...

He said that some people are doomed their whole lives

because they were born under a dark cloud.

That's what he said about me.

You came here, didn't you?

I...

I had to.

Well, I guess that answers your question.

You don't put any more stock in his signs and omens than I do.

I don't know what to think anymore.

He's been right about so many things.

Like...

Like when he said,

birds flying low means rain for sure.

I reckon it does sometimes.

Did you ever stop to think how many times you've seen birds flying low

and it didn't rain?

Well, Pa...

Pa...

Pa doesn't claim they tell the whole story.

There are other signs.

Trouble is, he's the only one who ever sees them.

At least, the ways he claims he does.

He sees them, Justin.

Like the day Ma was killed by lightning.

He told her not to go out.

But she didn't pay him no mind.

He said it was nature's way of...

nature's way of punishing her.

For not believing.

Belle.

That just isn't true.

Maybe she was...

carrying something made out of metal or...

or trying to take cover under a tall tree.

It was a tree.

How did you know that?

Just a guess.

I read someplace that that was the most dangerous thing a body could do during a thunderstorm.

How can you believe that?

And still say there are no such things as omens?

The book was based on fact.

The rest is just a lot of plain old-fashioned superstition.

You need to learn to believe in things that have a logical explanation, Belle.

There's a difference, you know.

Some things don't have logical explanations.

Take a girl and a boy.

Maybe they've seen each other every day...

for months.

Even years.

And one day...

it happens.

They look at each other...

and it's different.

They're still the same...

still the same on the outside.

But they both know that...

that something's changed...

and that it will never be the same way it was before.

What would a girl like you know about that?

A girl knows about love...

when a boy's still beating sticks against a picket fence.

You ever felt that way?

Not until now.

I don't know.

Wouldn't you know it?

This'll wash all our tracks, you're sure of state.

Old Bill and Blima will have a fine time fracking us tonight.

Don't worry, Charlie. If anybody can catch us, it's Bill.

I guess I might as well tell the girl not to wait up.

Bill!

Bill!

It's getting kind of late. I think you'd better say good night.

I'd rather stay here. I belong with Justin.

I'm afraid your father would have different ideas about that.

You don't understand. We want to get married.

Does he know it?

How could he?

We didn't know ourselves until...

I plan on talking to Mr. Blimeyer about it first chance I get.

All I can say is I blame you.

Then you'll let me stay till he gets back here?

There's no chance of that tonight.

You think something's happened to him?

Well, if by something you mean Sue, I doubt it.

But it's pretty rough out tonight. They probably had to hole up somewhere.

He's right.

He's getting your father any more riled up than he'll be already.

Go on, now.

All right.

But if he drives back sooner than you think, you have to promise to wait for me.

I promise.

What if Blimeyer won't give us permission?

I guess we'll just have to get married without it.

Well, I wouldn't mind a wedding on the train.

I hope he won't give you any trouble.

So do I.

So do I.

Well, Charlie, I never thought I'd see the day when I hated to see the sunrise.

Me neither.

Any sign of the Sue out there?

No, not yet, but it's just a matter of time. Get ready to move out, will you?

Wait a minute. Maybe I didn't hear you right. Did you say get ready to move out?

That's what I said, Charlie.

All right, you folks, we're moving out. Let's go.

Hey, what about Mr. Bleemeyer and the others? You taking off without them?

That's right. Let's go.

Well, that's the same as cold-blooded murder.

I don't hold any love for Bleemeyer, but you can't leave him out there without a chance.

Look, the sun has just come up and the Sue won't be far behind it.

Now, our only chance is to keep ahead of them.

We're not waiting, not for anybody.

Not even for Mr. Hawks? He's supposed to be your friend.

You don't have to remind me of that.

Well, you're running out on him.

What would you do? Gamble the life of everybody on the train?

I think that's too big a price to pay. Now, we're moving out.

Let's go.

All right, let's move.

Belle, can you drive a wagon?

Yes.

And drive mine while I get back. Stay with the train.

Where are you going, Justin?

I'm going to find your father.

Why, Justin? Why does it have to be you?

Because I got a special reason.

I'm not going out there just to find three men.

I'm going out for us, for our future.

If I leave him out there never knowing what happened to him,

we'll never have a chance.

He'll always be hanging over us like a dark cloud,

like one of his omens.

I've got to find the truth.

If anything happened to you, I...

Please, please stay with me.

Where it's safe. Where nothing can harm you.

Nothing. Nothing but him.

The words and ideas he put into you.

Stand by.

Stand by.

Stand by.

Lamborn, over here.

What was it?

Sue.

I got old Pete before we spotted him.

What about Bleemeyer?

Is he dead?

Nah.

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

You was counting on finding me dead.

Then nobody could stop you from carrying on with Bell.

You make me sick to my guts.

They could have taken us anytime they wanted.

They could have taken us anytime they wanted to.

My idea is they got bigger things on their mind.

The horses.

They took my horses.

You're lucky they didn't take your scalp right along with them.

You better hightail it back to the train as fast as you can.

I think that they're about ready to hit it.

Well, you ought to be the one to go.

You know the country, you'll make better time.

Nah, I can't leave you out here.

You're wasting time, Mr. Hawks.

That train's lighting out as fast as it can.

You're going to have to ride powerful hard to catch up at all.

We'll be back for you.

Not so fast, Hawks.

I don't aim to be left behind.

Not again.

What you or I want doesn't matter, Mr. Bleemeyer.

We gotta think of the train, all those kids and women.

Especially Bell.

That's all I'm thinking about.

That's why nobody's leaving me behind.

Get out of my way, mister.

Lie down, you'll be all right.

Sorry I had to do that, Mr. Bleemeyer.

You're going to be a lot more than sorry, Claiborne.

All the signs was telling you to go back and have Bell all to yourself.

But you wasn't smart enough to listen.

Ha ha!

You threw away the only chance you had.

Now you're going to die.

And I'm going to be right there looking on and laughing.

Ha ha!

Hi, Flint.

Howdy, Charlie.

Well, it's all clear up ahead.

You know, I never thought the day would come when I'd feel uneasy just sitting in the sun.

Me neither.

Do you feel kind of funny, Flint?

Yeah, I feel funny, but I'm not laughing.

I feel Indians.

I don't mean that kind of a funny feeling like after a lot of lightning or something.

You know, the air's heavy.

You breathe it in, it hurts your nose.

And I don't like that either.

Maybe you're scared, Charlie.

You're doggone right I'm scared, but it ain't about no Indians.

I got a weird feeling in my head.

That's what it is, a weird feeling.

Weird feeling?

You sound like Bleemire.

Well, I reckon I do.

Hey, there's Bell.

Ho!

Hi.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm here.

Can I get the kit?

Yeah.

It was a Sioux.

They hit us at Sunup.

What about the others?

Fowl Pete's dead and Bleemire got his skull creased.

Not bad, though.

How many were there?

About twelve.

By the time we run them off, there was only six alive and he took our horses.

That's why they haven't attacked us.

They're looking for help.

Yeah.

Looks like they got it, too.

What does it mean?

Well, it ain't no invitation to a quilting, Bea.

Shall I circle them up, Flint, and get ready?

Not here, Charlie.

Wanna make a run for it?

Right straight to the gorge.

Once we get to the flatlands, we've got a chance.

Now, let's move!

Justin!

Where's Justin?

He's with your father.

But you can't run off and leave them.

They'll be killed.

You've got to send someone back to help them.

I'm sorry, but it can't be helped.

At the Sioux attack, we're gonna need every man we've got.

Now, will you please go back to your wagon?

Move!

All right, move out!

Let's go, Charlie!

Come on.

Caleb!

Caleb!

Cleaver!

Come on.

Rest.

A few minutes' rest.

Go!

Indians!

Be quiet.

No!

Don't shoot!

It's Indians, I tell you.

You'll lead them right to us.

Don't shoot!

Why not?

According to you and your omens, we're gonna die anyway.

Caleb!

Caleb!

Caleb!

Paul!

Justin!

Val.

Val.

Val.

Where are the others?

There are no others.

I couldn't leave you behind.

I'll never go anywhere without you again.

You'll never have to, Val.

That's where you're wrong, Cleaver.

You ain't going nowhere ever.

No, Father.

You can't do it.

Keep out of this, Val.

You can't help him.

Nobody can.

This was all decided the minute he was born.

You mean it was decided the minute you saw me looking at your daughter.

I tried to warn you, Cleaver.

No man can go against the signs.

But you wouldn't listen.

Now it's too late.

Please, Father.

If you have any love left in your heart for me...

You're wasting your breath, Val.

Can't you see?

He's ruined his own life.

Fighting the elements with his signs and omens and superstitions.

Now he thinks if he kills me, it'll prove he predicted right.

Father.

We'll go away.

Don't you understand?

He laughed at the signs.

Now he's got to pay for it.

No.

Fliemeyer, if you killed her, I'll...

It wasn't me.

They did it.

They made her step in front of you.

They killed her.

Like they killed him now.

Justin.

It's all right, Val. I'm here.

Don't say anything.

Just don't move and lie still.

I'm glad it happened to me.

Not to you.

I'm glad it happened to me.

All right, men.

Big war party.

Move down the hills.

Come on, Charlie.

Circle them up.

Circle them up.

Come on, Charlie.

Circle them up.

Come on.

Cut it.

Come on.

Each wagon.

You women keep your heads.

Keep loading and keep down.

That's the gun.

We've lost the Claiborne wagon.

I know, but we can't worry about that now.

Come on, let's build this higher.

Foxy.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

We can't see them.

They can't see us.

You know, Charlie, that wind's hard enough to bite a man's head off, huh?

Shoot into that.

I'll let it come right back at you.

Yeah.

Come on.

That does it.

Flint!

Flint!

Flint!

Get back where you belong, Charlie.

You remember what I told you yesterday morning?

What?

Remember I told you I felt something spooky in the air?

It's a twister.

That's what it is.

Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

I've seen a lot of them back in Missouri and Nebraska.

It's quiet like this.

Then the wind comes up, gets spooky again.

First thing you look around, you see it.

Look, look.

There it is.

Everybody out of the wagons.

You got a cyclone coming.

Now, come on, out of the wagons.

Move.

Come on.

Come on!

Stay away!

Get away!

I've done what you wanted!

Let me be!

Let me be!

Charlie?

Yes, sir.

Give Mrs. Stewart a hand, and then you might take a look at Chet's arm, huh?

Yes, sir.

Did you see those engines scatter?

Yeah, like a cubby of quail.

Boy, that twister really spooked them.

Nothing like a little fresh rain to clean out the air.

Bill, get the wagons ready to roll.

Go due north until you're out of the burial grounds, and then bed down and wait for me.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for the Claiborne wagon.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

It sure hurt bad, Mr. McCullough.

Real bad.

You make it all right?

Yeah.

I'll make it.

Ready to go, Charlie?

Just say the word.

Well, it's been a good rain.

Cleaned the air and put new life back into the ground.

Should be just right for spring flowering.

Yeah, in spite of all Bleemeyer's signs and omens.

Justin.

Look at the beautiful sunrise.

Weren't you supposed to be resting?

How can I, with all this beauty around me?

Are you ready to roll, Charlie?

Sure am.

You know, Flint, I've never been invited to a wedding in Dakota.

I wouldn't be surprised if you'd be best man.

Wagons, halt!

Halt!

Halt!