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Seth Adams doesn't often make promises he can't keep,

but the train was way behind schedule,

and we both knew there would be trouble in the mountains

if we didn't make a beeline west.

That's why the Major sent me with the Ramsey party.

The Ramseys were headed for the Iron River Valley...

That's about three days' ride north of the trail.

You had to feel sorry for the folks from the deep South...

In those years right after the war,

there wasn't much left for them back home but trouble.

But ahead of them was a town named Bitter Springs.

I'd been there before, and I couldn't help wishing

the Ramsey party would pick some other place to homestead.

The Ramseys didn't know it,

but they didn't leave their troubles behind in Georgia.

They brought them along

riding a sorry old mule named Mr. Christopher...

A pack of trouble in a small boy.

And I was dreading the moment

that we ride into Bitter Springs.

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Whoa!

Whoa.

Mr. Ramsey,

if we hurry we can make the Iron River Valley before sundown.

Well, we're mighty anxious, Mr. McCullough.

We'll hurry, don't worry none.

Well, they keep comin'. Yeah.

Gettin' so you can't shoot a cannon down the street without hittin' new settlers.

That's what this country needs, Marty...

Folks to make it come to life.

You folks been traveling some?

We been doing just that, sir.

What part of the South are you folks from?

Georgia, sir. We all from Georgia.

Hello, Courtney. You ought know better than this, McCullough.

These folks got their rights same as anybody else.

This isn't Georgia.

BOY: Come on, Mr. Christopher.

You fixin' to gully up all the water in the world?

What's the matter with him?

What's the matter, sonny? Mule givin' you a hard time?

Old Christopher, he give everybody a hard time.

But he's a mighty good mule.

Those folks you're traveling with...

They make you take care of the mule, huh?

Everybody's got a job, sir...

Old Christopher, he's mine.

What's your name, mister?

I'm John Ramsey.

This here is Thomas Pope.

They're planning to settle down in the Iron River Valley.

This boy here... What is he to you?

Why, he's with us. My wife and I take care of him.

I know all about that, Ramsey.

You're not the first rebel tried to get away with it.

Just what y'all driving at, mister?

Mr. Lincoln freed the slaves... before you rebs murdered him.

The boy's a war orphan.

The Ramseys took him in and have given him a home.

Mr. and Mrs. Ramsay are getting themselves some free labor,

isn't that what you mean? You may be the sheriff here,

but we don't have to listen to talk like that.

Well, you're gonna listen till I get done talkin'.

Maybe you feel the same about the other boy.

The Ramseys are taking care of him, too.

No, this boy is one thing... that one's another.

I've had enough of this.

Come on, Tom, we're moving. Ramsey...

You're not leaving with that boy.

And you're not settling in Iron River Valley.

By whose authority, Sheriff?

By mine, and the people I represent.

Well, I can't believe you represent many people.

I don't care what you believe.

You're free to get water and supplies and rest your animals.

Then you're moving on... way on.

And don't try leaving with that boy.

Now, look here...

Easy, John. That's not the way.

The war's over. Over.

Don't he realize it?

Some people's wars are never over.

But you're my responsibility,

and I'm staying with you until you're settled.

You stay here.

I'll take care of Courtney.

Don't tell me about Southerners...

Bringing that boy out here with chains still on him.

I didn't see any chains.

Then you didn't look very hard!

Now, do what I tell you, Marty.

FLINT: Courtney.

I think maybe we better try and talk.

I got nothing to say to you, reb.

Federal law guarantees settlers the right to homestead

on public lands anywhere.

And that includes Iron River.

Federal law has quite a bit to say

about the emancipation of slaves, too.

The war is over, Sheriff. You think so?

Well, it isn't over in Bitter Springs.

As far as I'm concerned, it isn't going to be over

till the last slaver is dead,

till the last rebel is plowed under.

If it's the boy you're worried about,

they're bringing them both up together in the same way,

like they were their own sons.

Their sons.

What do they know about sons?

They know their rights,

and they'll fight to keep 'em.

There's nothing that would please me more.

You go back...

Come in, Nora.

Mr. McCullough,

what's that sheriff man mad about?

Well, Dan, that's... that's pretty involved.

It's about me, isn't it?

Partly, I guess.

But don't you worry about it, you hear me?

Because you haven't done anything wrong.

Is he mad at Dan, Mr. McCullough?

No...

no, I've known him for a long time, boys...

he's just mad at a lot of things.

I didn't expect you'd get anyplace.

He's a stubborn man, John.

I talked to Tom Pope.

Flint, we aren't fixin' to run.

If we have to fight to stay in the valley, we'll do it.

Well, I hope that won't be necessary.

Mr. McCullough, that sheriff,

he talked about me not being free, didn't he?

Don't he know I'm free just like Mike

or Mr. John or Miss Leona

or anybody? Even him?

No, I don't think he does.

Free means doing what you want to do, doesn't it?

That's right.

There isn't anything I'd rather do than what I'm doing.

Exceptin' going fishing!

Exceptin' sliding down hay lofts!

Exceptin' coming in second when you race me!

Eat it while it's hot, Ben.

I'm not hungry.

They're Southerners, aren't they?

What about that boy, Ben?

Word gets around fast, doesn't it?

One day you gotta stop it, Ben,

you can't keep going like this forever.

I can't?

Nora, I look at them coming out here,

all wide-eyed and innocent, like nothing ever happened,

like they never did anything wrong.

What do they expect me to do, welcome them with open arms?

Oh, Ben.

And those two boys...

My own son would have been about their age.

But he would have grown up clean and free.

Did you see the white boy?

Bright and healthy now.

When he's a man, he'll think their way.

You're coloring it, Ben.

You're making it sound like it's something evil.

It is evil.

Everything those Ramseys stand for is evil.

Well, I can't do anything about the white boy,

but I can save the other one.

Ben...

do you really want to help the boy?

Or are you just striking back at the people who did this to you?

If you had this arm...

if you had the pain with you every minute, every second,

if you knew how it feels...

There are all kinds of pain, Ben.

Nora.

She looked upset.

What did you do to her this time?

Mind your own business.

I've seen you shoot horses to put 'em out of their misery...

Why don't you shoot her? What?

I remember when you first got married.

She was looking forward to so much.

She knew what I was.

Are you sure she did?

I had an idea maybe she thought you were like other men,

only maybe just a little bit better.

She didn't know you were just one big gob of hate!

You're getting way out of line.

I could forget myself one day.

Why don't you shoot me, Ben?

It's just one step from the Ramseys to McCullough to me

or any other man that crosses you.

You just don't understand, do you?

I sure don't.

You here, Pastor?

That's right, Mayor Storey.

Shall we go in?

I didn't send for you, Reverend Butler.

Yes, I know you didn't, Ben... That's why I came.

You men saw the people...

We've got that problem again.

We fought in the same army as you did, Ben.

Our feelings haven't changed none.

Blame secessionists, swarming around here like locusts.

Why don't they stay where they belong? Where is that?

Did you invite the reverend here? That's right.

You're starting to work the wrong side of the fence, aren't you?

Which is the wrong side of the fence, Ben?

Do I have to tell you?

No, I guess I already know.

Pastor, this is a Northern town in a Northern state.

And there ain't no place for rebels.

There are no rebels. I'm not gonna split hairs.

Those people out there have a colored boy with 'em.

That adds up to only one thing.

Ben you think... He's too young to know what's good for him.

Too young to know his rights.

And that Ramsey outfit isn't about to teach him.

He looked pretty happy.

You don't have to see the chains to know they're there.

There are chains of bondage and chains of love, Ben.

Don't talk to me about love, Reverend.

The first thing we have to do is set that boy free.

He's got to be free!

All right, Ben.

But what'll we do with him after we take him?

Nora and I will find someplace for him to stay.

You cannot do this in the name of Bitter Springs.

There are too many of us here who stand against this mania of yours, Ben.

All right.

I'll do it in the name of freedom and justice...

Maybe in Abe Lincoln's name.

Does that suit you?

Do you think it would suit him?

You better call a council meeting. I'll need orders.

You'll get what you want, Ben... like always.

I'll want you to come with me for the boy.

I'm sorry, Ben.

I won't do it.

It's an order, Marty.

How long, Ben?

Your own hatred is bad enough,

but how long are you gonna force decent people to back you up?

I want the boy called Daniel.

So do the Ramseys.

I don't doubt it. He's good, free labor.

You're not taking the boy. You've got no legal rights.

I'm the law in Bitter Springs.

Well, I don't think much of the law in Bitter Springs.

If you hand the boy over and leave now,

there won't be any trouble.

Sheriff, we're not looking for trouble,

but we won't avoid it at the price you ask.

You people said the same thing before you fired on Fort Sumter,

and you got more trouble than you could handle.

Come on, boy. I want you to come with me.

No! I don't want to go!

He's coming with us. He belongs with us.

What's your name, son?

Michael.

And I stay with the Ramseys just like Daniel does.

Michael what?

Just Michael.

Leave the boy alone, Courtney.

Well, one day you'll understand, both of you,

that I'm doing this for your own good.

Now come on, Daniel. You're free now.

That's enough, Courtney. Leave the boy alone.

Maybe you think this bad arm makes me less of a man with a gun.

I hope you'll try me, McCullough.

I have no quarrel with you until you draw the gun.

Use whichever hand you want.

Now, why don't you get back to the office

and let these folks get on their way.

Get in the wagon, Tom! We've movin'!

Mr. McCullough? I'm staying with the sheriff for a while.

You know, Sheriff, a law man that hates too much isn't too good of a law man.

I'll be comin' for the boy.

Don't.

Now, you boys stay out of that jam jar.

We wouldn't do a thing like that, Miss Leona.

Besides, we couldn't... find it.

Mr. Ramsey, that valley sounds like might good farming country.

You suppose we could crop cotton off'n it?

No, Daniel, no cotton.

I guess we'll never see cotton growing again.

What'll we grow, then? Tobacco? Rice?

No, Michael, it gets too cold out here.

We'll probably grow corn and wheat and barley, and hay for the cattle.

Gonna have a hay loft?

Mm-hmm. And we'll have horses.

And mules? Mr. Christopher would like some friends.

Mules are no good out here. Horses do all the work.

Well, Mr. Christopher is smart. Maybe he could be the overseer.

Well, there won't be any overseer, Daniel.

If a ranch gets big enough, you hire a foreman.

Ain't nobody earned the job like Mr. Christopher.

Can't he be the foreman?

All right, Daniel.

For the time being, Mr. Christopher is our foreman.

I want to talk to you, McCullough.

Courtney send you to stop me?

That's not likely.

What do you want? I want to tell you about Ben.

I know all about Ben Courtney I need to know.

I doubt it. You see, I was all through the war with him.

He was a fine officer, good to his men.

He did his best to keep 'em alive.

The worst man I ever knew was good to his mother.

You might try listening, McCullough.

A little understanding would do us all some good.

You're right. I'm sorry.

You see, Ben was a regular army man.

He got married just before the war broke out...

A little girl from Chattanooga.

They were on their honeymoon when Fort Sumter was fired on.

So Ben had to leave his wife and high-tail for the North.

So?

Well, he heard from her now and then.

First she wrote and told him she was pregnant.

Then he got word he was a father... a fine boy.

After that he only lived for one thing till the whole thing was over,

so he could get back to his wife and son.

But he never made it. Why not?

They were both killed during the siege of Atlanta.

That near killed him.

About a week after that he took a mini-ball in the arm,

paralyzed it for life.

He can't use that arm, but it hurts him all the time.

Everybody suffered in the war.

The town council's meeting right now.

They're gonna give Ben the authority he needs and the men he wants

to take that boy and run your people out of the valley.

Well, you tell the town council that the Ramseys aren't running.

And neither am I.

I figured you'd say that. I'm sorry, McCullough.

So am I.

One thing...

You watch Ben.

When he says he's fast with that left hand, he means it.

He's very fast.

- It's mighty fine, Flint. - Good, rich land.

You got other things to worry about besides planting crops.

Take these wagons and move 'em over there against that hill.

Y'all think they'll come?

It doesn't look good.

I was wrong.

I guess the war is never gonna end.

We'll hold the land, John. We've a right to it.

They're not gonna take Daniel.

You hear, Flint? They'll have to kill me first.

I don't think you'll have any trouble tonight.

Where you going?

Back into town, give it another try.

It won't do any good.

You know, I was born in the South myself,

but I think I know a bit more about Northerners than you do.

They're not made up of people like Ben Courtney,

they're made up of people just like you are.

So don't make the mistake that Ben Courtney has made.

If you start hating everything like he does,

well, there's no hope for any of us... not ever.

JOHN: I'm sorry, Leona. LEONA: I know.

But must we fight, John?

There's not a man on the face of the earth

that wants to fight any less than I do,

but we're gonna fight.

We have a right to this land.

And we can't let 'em take Daniel.

The boys are like our... Our own...

Oh, why did our sons have to die, John?

What's all this fighting for?

Billy and Big Daniel are gone, Leona. Gone.

All the tears in the world won't bring 'em back.

But there's Michael and Little Daniel...

I think they're worth fighting for.

Golly, did you hear that?

That sheriff gonna try to kill Mr. Ramsey.

Yeah, and Mr. Ramsey didn't do nothing to him.

It isn't Mr. Ramsey... it's me.

It's all my fault.

No, it ain't.

Mr. McCullough said it isn't any of our fault.

But what's gonna happen if that old sheriff

comes out here to take me away?

I don't know. I guess there'd be a fight.

No, there won't. I won't let there be.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I ain't sayin',

but there ain't gonna be no fight.

Ben?

Good evening, ma'am.

You're McCullough, aren't you? That's right, ma'am.

My husband isn't at home.

Well, that's fine, because I wanted to talk to you.

I can't help you.

If you can't, who on earth can?

Leave me alone. Please.

These folks who want to settle down here, they're pretty fine people.

A man'd be out of his mind not to want them for neighbors.

Are you suggesting that Ben is out of his mind?

You'd know more about that than I would.

Yes, I would.

Mr. McCullough, my husband has been through a great deal.

I try to understand him.

It's hard to believe that you can understand what amounts to...

just out-and-out persecution.

There are many things that make my husband hate.

The loss of his first wife, his father, his brother...

The terrible pain in his arm.

But more than anything else he hates because the war took his son away.

I imagine he was a wonderful man when...

when his heart was inside him.

But he's hollow now.

Do you understand that?

Mrs. Courtney, you're a young woman.

He could have another child.

Don't torture me, Mr. McCullough, not you too.

All right, McCullough.

You're wearing a gun, now use it!

Ben, no!

Get out of they way, Nora.

Well?

I won't draw against you.

You'll draw, or I'll put a bullet through you where you stand.

I'll have to gamble on that.

Leave her alone!

I'm sorry.

McCullough, I said draw!

If I ever find you in Bitter Springs again,

I'm gonna shoot you on sight, understand? Draw or no draw!

I'll keep it in mind.

I hope you're with those rebel sidewinders when I get out there.

If you are, I'm gonna kill ya, McCullough!

You hear me? I'm gonna kill ya!

Thanks.

Tastes mighty good, Mrs. Ramsey.

Flint, what happened?

I wish I knew what went on inside a man...

I mean, what makes him tick.

You're talking about Courtney? I sure am.

Nothin' goes on inside of him... except hate.

You're wrong, Mr. Pope.

Courtney never did nothin' to make us believe anything else.

I've learned a lot about him today. Had a talk with his wife.

She's probably just like him.

John... A Yankee woman, isn't she?

Now, that's where you've got to be careful.

You talk like that, you're no better than Courtney is.

You're right, Flint.

I haven't had hate in me for a long time.

But that Courtney makes me want to hate.

I agree with you.

But there's something the matter with Courtney.

And I'm not talking about his arm, either.

Do you know that he married a Southern woman?

Mrs. Ramsey, you lost two boys during the war, didn't you?

Billy and Big Daniel.

They both died at first Manassas.

Courtney lost his wife and a baby boy at the siege of Atlanta.

He never even got to see the boy.

Poor man.

I think you boys better clean up for supper.

Why don't you let them stay?

Boys grow up sooner out here.

They might as well know what's going on.

The stew will be ready in a minute.

Flint, what's gonna happen?

I don't know. It's in the lap of the gods.

Will they come?

They'll come.

Council meeting over?

That's right.

Well, let's get on with it.

You a councilman now, Reverend?

Never mind that, Ben.

Why? What's wrong?

Well, the fact of the matter is, Ben,

we can't hardly stop them folks from settling

out there at Iron River if they're of a mind to.

It's federal law. Federal law?

Do you think the boy they call Daniel gets paid?

But Ben, would you pay your own son

to do the usual home chores?

Careful, Reverend.

Your walking on thin ice.

Either we save that boy, or the Union lost the war.

If those rebels keep him,

every man in this room fought for nothing!

I suppose you're right about the boy.

Don't hardly seem right they should have him.

You tell me federal law keeps us from running those rebels out.

Well, I know a law that takes precedence.

I wish I did. Self-preservation.

This is a Union town.

Nearly every man in it wore the same blue uniform you did.

We fought for the Union, we support it.

Now, I want to ask you men one question.

Where do we get our water?

Iron River.

Then the men who control the Iron River Valley control Bitter Springs.

There are two rebel families out there right now... what if there were a hundred?

They could cut off our water.

Now you're beginning to think.

If you're worried about the water,

go and talk to them, make an agreement.

Did they keep their other agreement?

The one their states signed when they joined the Union?

When do you want us to ride, Ben?

At dawn. They won't be expecting us then.

We'll be here... at dawn.

I'll pray for you, Ben Courtney.

Pray for them.

Reverend.

I'm sorry, Reverend.

Marty, how do you feel about it?

Well, I... I'm a little touchy about the South.

But the war is over.

I reckon the most important thing the country has to do is grow.

But you do think Ben's wrong?

Oh, I think he's plumb wrong.

Then come with me tonight.

Where to?

The Iron River Valley.

I can't do it, Reverend.

It's the right thing to do, Marty.

Maybe. But I've ridden with Ben Courtney a long time.

I've got him out of trouble a few times,

and he's done the same for me.

He's gonna need me there tomorrow.

I reckon I better be there when he does.

Are you ready?

You don't have to go, Michael.

It's me that's the cause of it all.

You're gonna break Miss Leona's heart if you come along.

It'll break anyway if you go.

Where's Mr. McCullough? He's down the draw.

Then we go up the draw.

Michael, I don't think you should come along.

If you go, I go.

Hey... what's that?

It's just a note.

Let me see it.

You got a pencil?

There.

Come on.

Well, here they come.

All right, Courtney, that's far enough!

Send the boy out, McCullough!

Mr. Butler!

In the name of God, men- no shooting!

Preacher, get out of the way.

I won't move from here.

I never shot a preacher in my life,

but if you side with those traitors...

Leona. Yes.

Get the boys and get down the gulley.

We'll take care of the guns. All right.

I'll count to three, preacher.

Ben... If you're not out of the way by then...

If you shoot him I'll kill you.

LEONA: They're gone! The boys are gone!

Leona!

I went to look for them, and they're gone!

They took the mule. They're gone.

"Dear Miss Leona and Mr. Ramsay,"

"I'm sorry for the trouble I cause you."

"I'm going away now,

"and maybe I won't cause you any more trouble.

"I love you.

"Daniel Ramsey.

P.S. I hope you don't mind if I use your name."

"Me too. Michael Ramsey."

BEN: A dirty rebel trick.

I tell ya it's a trick!

They're hiding them somewhere so we can't find them!

Let it go, John. We've gotta find the boys.

We better find 'em... They'll die out there.

I understand how you feel, mister.

How do you know how he feels?

You never had a runaway slave.

Do we start the killing now?

No, McCullough. There'll be no killing.

You got just what you deserve, Ben.

All right, Courtney.

We'll help you find the boys, if you wish.

I don't know if I want your help.

We won't take 'em away from you.

Not anymore.

How do you feel about that, Courtney?

I take my orders from Bitter Springs. He's the mayor.

All right, then. Pick up your gun.

I spent most of the night down in the draw.

The boys didn't come out down there.

That means they've gone up into higher country.

That's rough country up there. It sure is.

You split your men into two groups.

The first one of us that finds 'em

fire three shots. Right.

We're expecting you to go along with us on this, understand?

I told you I took my orders from the town.

If that's you want, that's what I'll do.

All right, then. Anything else, McCullough?

That's it.

Let's mount up.

Marty... you ride with Ben.

McCullough.

This ain't like Ben. You be careful.

Better stop, Michael.

What's the matter?

Better give old Christopher a rest.

He's starting to wheeze.

Should have brought along some water.

I thought we'd find some by now.

If I wasn't so thirsty, I'd be hungry.

Boy, are we dumb. We didn't bring anything.

Miss Leona had to throw out some stew last night

'cause nobody wanted any more. Remember?

Hadn't oughta think about Miss Leona no more...

never no more at all.

Well, we better keep going.

I guess so.

It's no use. You can't pick up a trail here.

It's baked solid, like rock.

Everything that passes leaves some kind of a trail.

Even an old Georgia mule named Christopher.

Well, guess we'll just have to... go back.

Daniel, I don't think I can go back.

I'm so thirsty.

Maybe we better rest here for a while.

Maybe it'll rain.

What's this for?

I think they're gonna be thirsty.

Ben, they found 'em!

Yeah.

You two little fools!

Wait'll your ma gets her hands on you... she'll tan your hides good!

That's enough, Dan. Not too much all at once.

Okay.

Are they all right?

Yeah, they're fine. A little too much sun, that's all.

Thank God.

Amen to that.

Are they all right? They're just fine.

You hear that, Ben? They're all right.

I'll take the boy.

Try it and you're dead.

Are you crazy? I told you to forget about it.

We're not taking the boy!

Who are you to say when we obey the law and when we don't?

The boy goes with me whether you like it or not.

You take him and you're through in Bitter Springs.

Now tell me about Bitter Springs.

You're insane.

Stand back from the boy.

Daniel stays.

You fools!

Do you think I won't kill you?

I'm sure you would.

But while you're doing it, Mr. McCullough or Mr. Storey

or Marty Craig here could shoot you..

I'm counting, Ramsey.

One...

two...

Don't shoot him! Please! I'll go with you.

You're a smart boy, Daniel.

And a lucky one.

But I've got to say something, so everybody understands.

Mr. Sheriff, you think I ain't free.

You think I'm just like my daddy must have been.

But it isn't true.

Miss Leona, she found me

when I was even too little to remember it.

Maybe she ain't my mother,

and Mr. Ramsey ain't my father,

but I never knew any other folks,

and I sure wouldn't want any.

Boy, you just don't understand.

The Ramseys are Southerners.

They kept your people in bondage, like animals.

Southerners hate you!

I... I don't understand you, Sheriff.

I'm from Georgia. Don't that make me a Southerner, too?

Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey, they fed me,

they taught me to read and write.

They treat me and Michael just the same.

I don't think they hate me.

You're... you're too young, son.

You'll understand when I get you away from these people.

Ben, in God's name!

Don't interfere any more, preacher.

I know what I have to do.

Mr. Courtney.

Yes, Michael? What is it?

Last night Mr. McCullough told us that your son died in the war.

I'm awful sorry.

I think maybe I know how it feels to lose somebody you love.

Mr. McCullough said that's what you need more than anything...

Your little boy.

Mr. Courtney, I guess I love Miss Leona and Mr. Ramsey

more than anything else in the world,

but if you'll let Daniel go back to them...

I'll be your son.

Courtney, there's something that I think you ought to know.

Leave me be, McCullough.

We've both lived long enough to know that...

well, that life can be pretty rough.

We both know your boy died in Atlanta...

A lot of people did.

Yeah, I know.

Your boy is dead...

and after all this time, nothing's gonna bring him back.

I don't want you to fool yourself...

but Ben Courtney, for what it's worthy, listen to me.

John and Leona Ramsey found Michael hurt and crying

in the ruins of a house, alone.

And the house was in Atlanta during the siege.

What are you trying to say?

I'm saying a lot of people died in Atlanta.

Common sense says that your boy is...

he was one of them.

But the boy the Ramseys call Michael, whoever he is,

he didn't die.

They... they never found his body.

There wasn't any proof.

Now, remember what I said...

Whatever you're thinking,

you can never really know, understand?

You can never really be sure.

Yeah, I know.

But maybe.

Maybe.

Mr. Ramsey...

The war was a horrible thing for all of us.

I'm glad it's finally over.

You've... you've got a fine boy there, Mr. Ramsey.

Yes, sir, I think so too.

I hope you two get to know each other a lot better.

McCullough...

I heard what you just told him.

I thought you knew about Michael.

What about him?

We didn't find Michael in Atlanta,

we found him just outside Johnston.

He was the only one left alive of his whole family.

Doesn't seem to make much difference, does it?

Of course it does! Of course it does!

But if Courtney thinks that Michael comes from Atlanta,

he's gonna think that Michael is really his...

You're a good man, McCullough.

John, you've got two boys, two fine boys.

Surely you can loan one to Courtney now and then.

And allow me to say a few words on behalf of Sheriff Courtney,

who's too busy at the moment to speak for himself.

Welcome to the Iron River Valley.

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Rollin' over prairie where there ain't no grass ♪

♪ Pullin' over mountains where there ain't no pass ♪

♪ Sittin' on a board, eyein' the weather ♪

♪ Prayin' to the Lord we stay together ♪

♪ Side by side on the wagon train ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Pickin' up a passenger in every town ♪

♪ Wonderin' if he's ever gonna shoot you down ♪

♪ Lookin' for a pal, ain't it a pity ♪

♪ Lookin' for a gal, needn't be pretty ♪

♪ If she'll ride On the wagon train ♪

♪ Wagon ho! ♪

♪ Gotta keep 'em on the run ♪

♪ Time to go ♪

♪ And follow the sun ♪

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Never had a cabin near the general store ♪

♪ Only had a wagon and a .44 ♪

♪ Sittin' on a board, eyein' the weather ♪

♪ Prayin' to the Lord we stay together ♪

♪ Side by side ♪

♪ On the wagon train ♪