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Charlie, Charlie, don't you know you can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar?

I need another fly like I need a rattlesnake in my best pocket.

How's our water supply?

Well, the starboard barrel is empty. One of the port sides have had a third full, mostly mud.

Well, Charlie, you might just have to miss your bath tonight.

Bath? I ain't a bath till we left Santa Fe.

Average person wouldn't know it.

Major, how far you figure it is to that port of Mescalera?

Well, according to McCullough's map, it ought to be just down the road a piece.

Probably further, though.

Well, it better not be too far. The way we've been skimping on water, my teeth have to feel like they've been turned to chalk.

JJ!

Hey, here comes Bill. Hold him out.

Hold! Hold! Hold him again! Hold him!

Saw some smoke. Three miles up ahead.

Port Mescalero?

Well, I've been in this saddle so long, I wouldn't know Port Mescalero smoke from any other kind.

Think it's Apaches?

Well, Major, at $32 a month, I ain't paid to think.

Huh. Let's have a look.

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Hey, mister.

Now, I've told you gentlemen twice to leave us alone. I won't have you...

Oh. I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen.

I thought you were some of the friendly citizens of Port Mescalero.

We're not. That's where we're heading.

Of your own free will?

I'm Seth Adams. I'm ramrodding a wagon train through here.

This far here is Bill Hawks.

And I say I'm Colter Craven.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, Alaris.

Alaris!

Doctor.

Oh, my dear, this is Major Train and...

Major Adams, ma'am.

And Mr. Hawks, ma'am. Bill Hawks.

My wife, Alaris, gentlemen.

A pleasure.

Will you gentlemen be so kind as to join us for dinner?

Well, uh...

Not this evening, ma'am.

You folks seem to be heading east, but...

Looks to things I don't think you're going very far.

Oh...

Yes.

A multiple compound fracture.

Well, we got spare wheels back at the wagon train,

but I don't think we got one that'll fit that axle.

How long you been here?

Day and a half.

What are you, uh, figuring on doing?

Figuring to have a drink and think it over.

A brief libation, sir?

No, thank you.

And you, sir?

He doesn't drink either.

Well, in that case, gentlemen, if you'll pardon me, your health.

Do?

Well, I'd intended to wait here the rest of the day,

and then if nothing occurred, I'd pile what I could on my dray animals

and ride on.

But it appears that you have occurred, sir.

Maybe you haven't noticed, mister, but there's a drought.

You can ride 15 or 20 days east of here,

and you won't find a drop of water.

What's up ahead?

Six miles ahead lies Fort Mescalero.

Nearest water pass there is the river.

It's 50 miles by the time you go around by Cattle Dome Mountain Spare.

Well, I can give you folks a lift to Fort Mescalero.

Well, you can kind of get yourselves outfitted there.

In Fort Mescalero, sir, I can get hung.

Excuse me, man.

Let's get this straight.

You wanted back there?

More specifically, sir, I wanted out of there.

Well, you can't go east. There's no water.

There's nothing west except the Pacific Ocean.

Well, I have nothing against the Pacific Ocean.

Have you, my dear?

I bow to your good judgment, doctor.

Major, if we may join your train.

In return for our transportation,

I can offer a compendium of my medical services.

Seems to me, mister, you change your head

in about as often as a bronco.

Major, the only thing that really lies ahead is...

tomorrow.

And tomorrow comes regardless of which way we're heading.

Good evening, ma'am.

Doctor, you busy?

Oh, I was making a list of our personal effects, sir.

They have considerable weight,

and I imagine they'd be distributed

among several of the wagons.

Over a long haul, perhaps.

But just as far as Fort Mescalero,

we can haul them all in our wagon.

Sir, you know I can't go to Fort Mescalero.

I thought we were acceptable to this party.

Evidently, I presumed.

Doctor, why can't you go there?

A matter of professional ethics, sir.

I have ethics too, doc, and I want to know why.

A man was shot from ambush.

Oh, I didn't do it.

I was called upon to treat him.

Position of the bullet rendered the case inoperable.

My refusal to consign him to his grave

led to an invitation to leave town.

See, the man was Buck Clayton.

That makes him something different?

In Fort Mescalero, it does.

Clayton's run this part of the world.

Major!

Here we go again.

Well, Creel, good news, huh?

How's the missus? She about ready?

Don't know, but I'm scared, Major.

Like always before.

Doctor, would you mind taking a look at Mrs. Weatherby?

Major Adams, in a party this large,

there must be at least 50 midwives.

Doc, my wife is different.

She always has been.

Alaris, my dear.

Would you mind going with this gentleman

and looking at his wife?

You're not coming.

My services aren't needed at this point.

I'll stand by.

Doctor,

you can distribute your goods

among the first five wagons.

As long as you're on this train,

I want you to remember one thing.

I run it.

Among other things,

we don't allow whiskey on this train,

except that which is used for medicinal purposes.

And that we carry on my wagon.

Our wagon.

An uncivilized restriction, sir,

and one that hardly applies to me.

Doctor,

what's in these kegs?

Oh, I...

That's...

formaldehyde, sir.

I'm going over to the Weatherby wagon

to see how she's doing.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

I want to see the heads of those kegs knocked in.

On this train,

we don't have any use for formaldehyde.

Are you a drinking man, Doctor?

Hardly.

Used to be one myself.

Well, you heard what the major said.

Let's destroy it.

Roseman!

Freedom!

We're going to destroy it!

We're going to destroy it!

We're going to destroy it!

We're going to destroy it!

Freedom!

Freedom!

Will you join me, sir?

Happy to, sir. Thank you.

Say, Doctor,

I can take this stuff or I can leave it alone,

but I get so many chances to leave it alone,

I don't see any harm in taking it.

It was right here for me. Do you?

Roseman!

Take it easy, bro.

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

Hold on!

Say, Doctor, you are a real doctor, ain't you?

I...

Yes.

You're just the man I want to talk to.

For years, I've been having a little sharp pain

right down in the lower part of my belly.

Maybe a little touch of that appendicitis will do you.

On your left side, sir?

Same place, right there, all the time.

Your appendix, sir,

is on your right side.

Maybe I got two of them.

Once I have double pneumonia.

Whoa!

Doctor,

I guess maybe you folks

better stay out of sight power in this neighborhood.

You might be better off.

My dear.

All right, on hitch!

Water up!

Whoa!

Good job, Quentin.

Son, just why'd you put the hole in that bucket?

Because that bucket was full of our water.

But my hand was on that bucket.

Next time,

the bullet will be in you, Grandpa.

Grandpa?

Mega!

Stop it!

Get up!

You're not hurt.

If I wanted to hurt you, I'd have hit you hard.

Now, what is this about this being your water?

Well, all this water belongs to us.

Who's us?

My Pa.

Well, then, shoulder up your sidekick,

and we'll go see your Pa.

He ain't my sidekick. He's my brother, Quentin.

Well, pick him up, anyway.

Come on, get up there.

Big bully.

Get in there! Go on!

That's the most interesting tableau.

I'm sorry, Pa, but we...

You seem to have lost your guns.

Yes, sir.

Put him down.

Yes, sir.

Take your hat off.

What happened to your brother?

Well, he got hit in the head with the bucket.

What happened to your face?

Well, this man

give me a backhand slap,

knocked me down.

Who fired that shot?

I didn't. One mate. He done it.

How many times have I told you

that when you hit a trick or a man,

it better hit the ground?

Lots, Pa, but in this case...

I'm sorry I had to push your boys around out there, mister,

but they were getting rambunctious.

My boys are simple enough

without somebody hitting them in the head.

It's lucky Junior, my oldest, wasn't there.

He'd have killed you.

What can I do for you, sir?

My name's Seth Adams.

Got a wagon train out here.

I'd like to get some water from you.

You mean you want to buy some water?

That's right.

Well, you've come to just the right man.

How much do you need?

Oh, I guess 100 barrels or so

ought to get us to the river.

I can accommodate you.

Thank you very much.

For $25 a barrel.

Mister, I don't think I heard you right.

You heard me.

$25 a barrel.

That's piracy!

That's the price.

I'll give you a dime.

Around here, a man can sweat a dime's worth of water.

Maybe even 20 cents are low.

You're not even warm.

Are you trying to hold me up

on account of what I did to them boys of yours out there?

I'm charging you $25 a barrel

because I figure that's about

how bad you need my water.

That water belongs to the Lord.

The Lord didn't dig the wells.

I did.

And you let all my people die of thirst.

Why, let them get thirsty enough

to pay $25 a barrel

or get rid of their excess baggage

and their weapons.

Every little bit helps, you know.

What about watering my stock?

Of course you can.

At 10 cents a head.

You'll still jettison everything expendable

before you reach the river.

Ready!

More coming!

Ready!

Go!

Go!

Well, about tomorrow,

the horses' tongues are going to start swelling

and the next day they'll turn black.

We might be able to walk for a couple more days

and maybe reach the river.

We sure won't be able to haul all the way.

Bill, we're not going to dump anything.

I don't care if we have to carry it on our own backs.

Dr. Scott, where are you supposed to be?

You know, if there are any Indians out there,

they're at the river.

They get thirsty, too.

Then why don't you go back and see how Mrs. Weatherby's

coming along with that baby she's trying to have?

Don't you think that Mrs. Weatherby's having enough trouble

without me busting in on her?

What's the matter with you?

Evening, Dan.

A little coffee, doctor.

Why, thank you, Wooster.

You're welcome.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Hey, doc, we have an accident.

Get out of the way, will ya?

Let me see.

How did you do it, son?

I was walking a wheel,

only I didn't make it.

Can you feel that?

Yes, sir.

Hurt?

A little. Is my leg broken?

A nice, clean, simple fracture.

You gonna shoot me?

Oh, I think not.

Hawks, what can you get me to use for splints?

I can bust up an old chicken crate, doc.

Will that do?

Yes, excellent.

Wooster? Yes, sir?

I'll need some bandanas or claws I can tear up for bandages.

Yes, sir.

You gonna cut it off?

Cut off a good leg like that?

Why, it's just bent a little.

I can do it myself.

Of course, it might be a mite short for me.

It'd be all right if I lived on the side of a hill.

I could walk level then.

Are you a doctor?

Yes.

Now, son,

just lie very still.

Thank you, Slim.

Here we are, doc. All clean.

Fine.

Just relax, Jamie.

Now, this is gonna hurt a little,

but not much.

I'll give you a dime if you don't cry.

Now, just breathe deeply.

Alleris?

Hey! What are you doing?

Just shut off the supply of blood to the brain.

It's like fainting.

You couldn't have stood the pain otherwise.

Hold him tight, Alleris.

Now!

Oh!

It's okay, doctor.

I can take it.

You already have, son.

My man broke a leg.

We shot her.

Now, don't worry, Jamie.

The doctor's fixed it.

You're going to be all right.

Thank you, doctor.

What about my dime?

That's right.

I do owe you a dime.

You've been a brave boy.

And there it is, bright and shining.

Thank you.

All right.

He'll be all right, Major.

Same thing happened to me when I was a little kid.

I was playing on a wagon wheel.

Right on my head.

That figures.

You know, the way I got it figured,

that river's about four miles on the other side of that mountain.

And here we've got to ride 50 miles around it to get to it.

So?

Well, how do we know there's no pass through there?

Bill, all I know is I just haven't got time to look for one.

Like I told you before,

I'm not going to dump supplies

so those hogs back at that port

can take advantage of our hard luck.

You know, those mountains don't look too rough.

Maybe we can bridge them.

Think you can find a pass over them in the morning?

Maybe.

How?

Well, all the stock's thirsty.

Take a few horses and turn them loose and follow them.

I don't know of a horse yet

that won't go to a straight route to water.

Well, then you better get set for an early start,

Early start?

Ain't they all early, sir?

Get in the water, make their whole river full

about two miles over that hill.

Can the wagons make it?

Well, they can make it, but it's going to be kind of tough.

Wagons, forward!

Come on, all the boys!

How's the wife, Mr. Weatherby?

Getting close, Major, mighty close.

You know, I never drove a six-up before.

I'm a pretty good hand with a plow.

It'll be all right. Mr. Hawk's here.

He'll give you a hand.

All right, Joe, come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

How are you, sir?

Nice! Nice!

Ha!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Mr. Wooster,

everything I own

is in that wagon.

You'll have me, Major.

Yeah.

I'm well aware of that.

Well, Doc, the party's over.

Hey!

Professor!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Take it easy, Mara!

Ho!

Wendell B.!

Wendell B.!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Wendell B.!

Wendell B.!

Anything happen yet?

Nothing so far.

Well, no thanks to you, you nuthead!

Hyah!

Hoy!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

You ain't mad at me, are you, Major?

Why, no, Charlie.

I'm not mad at you at all.

Charlie, you know what day this is?

Why, it's Monday, ain't it?

No, Charlie. It's Saturday.

Well, that being the case, tomorrow's the Sabbath.

Get your own people in them sermons, huh?

Give the sinners a...

a little brimstone or something?

Well, here, Charlie, I intend to expound them good.

The subject I've chosen for this Sabbath

is

friendliness is next to godliness.

That's what I like. Hail, fine people!

Major!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Hey, Doc.

Yes?

My wife, Doc. It's time now.

Can't some of the women handle this?

I've examined the woman.

A caesarean section is indicated.

I can't help you.

What do you mean, you can't help?

A caesarean section requires an incision.

The jolting of the wagons

has pulled the stitches loose.

Why, when Charlie here cut his arm with a butcher knife,

I stitched it up with regular sewing thread,

and it held.

I am not a qualified surgeon.

You and your little black bag, it's that different.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing I can do.

Nothing.

Me and the missus ain't getting any younger.

We've had four children,

all born dead.

Last one nine years ago.

We almost quit hoping.

I'd help you if I could.

Unless you help her,

the woman will die, too.

All the more reason why it's impossible

for me to...

It's been 30 years, doctor.

Moving from place to place.

Losing patients

because you won't operate.

I can't operate. You know that.

I've been able to endure it.

Because in the towns there were...

There were other doctors people could turn to.

Now there are none.

If that woman

or that child dies,

as far as I'm concerned,

you can...

You can crawl in that bottle and stay there.

Alders.

I crawled into that bottle

a long time ago.

When you joined this train,

I agreed to supply you transportation

in return for your medical services.

That is true.

Well?

Major.

Look at my hand.

Try to open it.

Go ahead.

I'll try.

Try to open it.

Go ahead.

Try to open my fingers.

What does that prove?

I can't open it.

What do you mean you can't open it?

I saw you set that little boy's leg.

And you knew exactly

what you were doing.

You opened both hands then.

That did not entail surgery.

What's the matter with you?

I don't know.

When did it start?

I guess you'd say right after the war,

but I'm sure it started

a long while before then.

When I was a boy,

I worked in a slaughterhouse.

I stood on a little platform

over a narrow ramp.

When the steers came up,

I swung a 16-pound sledge.

I paid my way through medical school

with that job.

You were kind of working at loggerheads

with yourself, weren't you?

I suppose it was contradictory,

but I rationalized

that the steers would be killed anyway.

And my earnings enabled me

to learn to save men's lives.

I graduated just after the war.

It wasn't time for the war.

Shiloh.

18,000 casualties.

In my branch of the service,

there was no blue, gray.

The colors were born white,

flesh pink,

blood red.

Then everything was

gray-green.

And the gray-green

cut away and cut away again.

And then it was just gray.

And my knife rose

and fell like that 16-pound sledge.

In that one campaign,

72 percent of my

patients died.

500

white crosses carved by my knife.

When did it start, Major?

Those soldiers.

Shock, the gangrene,

the lack of supplies.

Whose fault was it?

Theirs?

The condition?

A doctor doesn't blame the patient

or the condition.

I failed.

I should have known more,

been more adept.

Don't you know as much as the next doctor?

It wasn't enough.

They should have given me a sword

instead of a scalpel.

You won't find much help

at the bottom of a barrel.

That's not...

You make me think I'm talking to the

eighth wonder of the world.

And that is

a living man

without one single

solitary gut.

Who do you think you are

to set in judgment of yourself?

What makes you think that you ought

to be tolerable?

You aren't the only man that was at Shiloh.

You're not the only man

that ever wanted to push his memories back

into a bottle and put the cork in.

What right have you got

to make yourself personally responsible

for the war?

I was at Shiloh.

I had

223 men.

Every one of them

friends and neighbors.

I came out

with 17.

You're gonna stay

drunk all your life

because 28%

of your charges lived.

I'd like to bet

you didn't know the name of a single

one of them.

Come on, let's have some coffee.

Come on!

Come on, sit down.

It's hot, Doc.

Leave the pot.

Sit right there, Charlie.

Let me tell you about a fellow

that I knew once.

A fellow tried to solve his problem

the same way you're trying to solve yours.

He was in the Army.

Captain.

Resigned his commission six years

before the war.

I was in a little town in Illinois.

Galena.

Bill Austin and I had a little lumbering outfit.

Hold it, Bill.

Hey, looky there, ain't that Sam?

Sure looks like him.

Hey, Sam!

Hey, Sam!

Where in tarnation have you been?

What have you been doing?

I'm glad to see you.

I just came home, that's all.

Say, I'll buy you a little drink later, huh?

Seth, I guess

you came to the right man with that offer.

Hey, Seth!

You hear about old Sam?

Got himself kicked out of the Army.

Folks say he was doing

a little too much drinking.

A regular drunk.

Yes, they couldn't stand him no more.

Well, you couldn't expect much else.

You know what?

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

You know what folks say?

He never was no good.

Yeah, folks do say, don't they?

Course, you can't always believe what folks say.

For instance, Sheb,

folks say

that your poor old ma died in the workhouse.

I don't believe that. Hold on there, Hank.

You know what folks say

about your young sister, don't you?

Folks say she's working

at a dance hall down in St. Louis.

I don't believe that, Hank.

Get over it, Bill.

Old Sam didn't get much of a welcome

from his father.

His people were a pretty hard-bitten lot.

Didn't have much use for people

who were short of cash.

Oh, I guess I can see

their side of it, all right.

After all, old Sam didn't come home rich

or covered with glory.

Of course I'll help you.

I can't throw you out even though you are a failure.

You can go to work

in my store starting tomorrow.

$22.50 a month

and you can take it or leave it.

That's more than twice as much as a private makes.

You think I'm worth it?

Only time will tell.

Would you excuse me, please?

I must put the children to bed.

With your permission, Father.

You gentlemen would prefer to discuss your business

in private?

Hiya, Sam.

Good afternoon, Bill.

Say, uh, how much

is the saddle worth, Sam?

Well, it's worth about $14.

We ask him $32.50 for it.

What do you want with the saddle?

Buy yourself a horse?

No, I'm with St. Adam's Militia out there.

Corporal in an infantry outfit?

You've got to make general

to be able to ride with that bunch.

Yeah, what you need is a good pair of boots

if you're doing a lot of walking.

Well, Mr. Hobbs, how are you this afternoon?

Interested in a saddle?

You know, there's a mighty fine one right there.

I can let you have that saddle

for $40.

Sam just said you're asking $32.50.

Okay, Sam makes mistakes.

He hasn't cut out of the business exactly yet.

No, Bill?

As long as it's you,

I'm going to let you have that saddle

for $38, and it's worth

every penny of it.

Don't forget, now, there's a war coming on.

Prices will be going up.

You know, Bill, you're going to be a leader.

You're going to need a rig like this

when you're commanding your troops.

Well, uh,

I'll let you know about it.

Well, now, keep it in mind.

Don't forget, $36, you couldn't buy it.

Come on, line up straight.

Stand up.

Look at this fellow here, look at him.

Now, this is the way you're supposed to be standing.

Come on, get back in line there.

Now, we're going to do carry arms.

Now, attention.

Carry arms!

That's the stuff. That's the way to do it.

Now, we're going to do bright face.

Give me a beer, Joe.

I swear, I got 20 men out there with 43 feet.

Just drilling soldiers.

What's your rank, sir?

Sergeant Major, Sam.

And you better get rid of those Brigadier General stars.

Oh, I thought they looked kind of good.

How'd you get to be Sergeant Major?

Because I can lick every man in the outfit, that's why.

You can lick boys, Seth.

You get to lead men.

I'm not doing that, am I?

No.

Sam, I could use every bit of help I could get.

Would you be willing to try?

I'd be willing to try.

Oh, good. Here, take my knife.

Finish your drink and we'll go have Adam.

No, I don't need the knife.

I don't need that drink either.

Let's go, Seth.

All right.

Hey now, you fellas.

Come on, get in line there.

Come on, get in the line, will you?

Get in line. Line up here.

Come on, you fellas.

Now listen to me, will you? Come on, line up there.

Old Sam here is going to help us with our soldiering.

I want you to pay strict attention to him.

All right, Sam.

Company, attention!

Pick up, old sergeant.

Well, Sam, I'm kind of tough.

As such, your place is to the right of column.

Take your post.

Yes, sir.

Top dog, huh?

Now, gentlemen.

Is that you, Tim Malloy?

Yes, sir.

Three paces forward.

Good to see you, Tim.

Mexico, Chapultepec.

Now, gentlemen.

I want you to watch a regular execute the manual of arms.

Right face!

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Order arms!

Malloy, you're now our acting first sergeant.

I thank the captain.

Well, Sam, every year...

Silence in the ranks!

In about a month, Sam, it just worked wonders

with that bunch of bedraggled misfits.

They were ready for anything, and it was just in time, too,

because the rebs had fired on Fort Sumter,

and the Civil War was on.

I was a proud man that day, standing on that platform,

saying goodbye to our congressman,

the mayor and his wife,

and our friends and neighbors.

Hey, Sam, where are you going, huh?

I'm going with you to Fort Springfield.

I've got a job in the governor's office.

A clerk, uh, sharpening lead pencils.

I'm glad you're going along with us.

Bye.

Bye.

Force right!

March!

You are discouraged.

No.

You'll be home soon.

I'll be back.

I didn't run across Sam again until just after Shiloh.

One of the worst days in American history.

Over 30,000 casualties.

That first night, I was out looking for my wounded.

What's your outfit, soldier?

It was the 2nd Illinois Volunteers.

The 2nd?

Galena boys.

You got a light set?

Yeah.

Sam, what in tarnation are you doing here?

They run out of lead pencils.

I managed to wangle my way back into the army.

Well, I'm sure glad to see you.

That makes 19 Galena boys made it today, including us.

Remember Tim Malloy?

Sure, I remember Tim. He made him your second lieutenant.

That's right. Got himself killed today. Had three kids.

Hey, Sam.

How'd you like to take over his job?

I don't know, Seth.

After today, I'm not so sure I'm qualified to be your second lieutenant.

Sam, we could sure use a trained man.

Me and my boys would sure like to have you.

Sam, the mule's up.

Good.

Means we can resume fighting in the morning.

Yes, we can resume in the morning.

Cump.

Colonel Lawler.

I'd like you to meet a fellow townsman of mine.

Major Seth Adams.

He's a good man.

He's a good man.

Major Seth Adams.

General Sherman.

Sam, I'm just lieutenant.

Battlefield promotion, Seth.

You've earned it.

Let's go, Cump.

God bless you, Seth.

Ulysses Simpson Grant.

Sam Grant.

Now he's the president of these United States of America.

He had a lot more responsibility than you, Doc.

He used that responsibility to redeem himself.

It isn't often a man gets a second chance.

What are you going to do with yours?

Major Adams, I've asked myself that question a thousand times.

Just the first time anybody else ever asked you that question?

What am I going to do with a hand that can only hold a knife that way?

You can cut your throat.

You can cut your throat.

Alleris!

Colter, your patient is waiting.

13 pounds.

Now, Mrs. Craven, really, how much did that baby weigh?

Well...

Seven pounds.

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you very much.

And you, too, Doc.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Ma'am, thank you very much.

And you, too, Doc.

Uh, Major.

Carried these for 20 years.

Good. Two for a nickel.

Well, thank you, Wetherby.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Hawks.

Thanks, Creel.

Thank you.

We had in mind to name him after Robert E. Lee.

But Myra and I would like your permission to name him after you.

Well, that's a very great compliment, sir.

But I would prefer that you name him after a very special hero of mine.

Ulysses Simpson Grant.

Well, that's a Yankee name.

So?

Ulysses Simpson Grant Wetherby.

That's sure a mouthful of name for a little fella like that.

Sure is.

Have you had one yet?

Nope, not yet.

Hey, Slim!

Haven't you got any work to do?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, then go do it!

Yes, yes.

And what do you get paid for?

Oh, get out!

All right, everybody!

Let's get our teams hitched up!

We pull out of here in 15 minutes!

Come on, we got a river to cross!

Wagons!

Ho!

Ho!

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