04x24 - Danger Road

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

It's up to you, Hewitt.

May I?

I owe you $50--


Call.

My deal, I believe.

Not yet.

A lot of your IOUs here.

They're all perfectly good,
I assure you.

That's just fine, Hewitt.

In that case, you won't mind
paying off before you play
any more poker.

I hope to win them all back...

save a lot of tiresome trips
to the bank, you know.

You've been hopin' to win
for the past two days,

but your luck just ain't been
up to your expectations.

House limit on losers is $500.

These vouchers here
total up to $650 you owe.

Now you just pay up,
and you can play
all you like after that.

This is most embarrassing,
Jessup.

I don't carry that amount
of money around with me.

In that case,
you're in real trouble, Hewitt.

I was about to say
that I need some time

to telegraph my bank
for a letter of credit.

Just a day or so.

You've got three hours.

But really, Jessup,
I can't arrange
for the money so soon.

Three hours.

I'll try.

Eight, nine, ten.

Hewitt.

Rough luck you had in there.
I was watching.

Never saw a man lose
with so many good hands.

Oh, well,
luck runs hot and cold.

When it's cold,
nothing seems to help.

But it always can change
for the better, can't it?

Oh, yes, sir.
Yes, as a matter of fact,
it usually does.

I don't think we've met.
Mister, uh...

Jace Timmons.
I own the freight line
here in town.

Edward Winfield Hewitt.

Uh, Hewitt, if you don't mind
my butting in,

let me give you
a little advice.

Don't wait too long
to pay Jessup.

When it comes
to money owed him,

he's got less patience
than a stuck bull.

Best you pay up quick.

But I have to wire
San Francisco for the money.

Well, I don't know.

That kind of thing
is liable to take time...

maybe more than three hours.

I can't understand why
he's in such a hurry.

Might be he doesn't think
there is any money
in San Francisco.

You do have the money,
don't you?

You don't suppose I'd dream
of sitting down to a game
of cards

unless I had adequate funds.

What do you think I am?

Oh, I didn't mean
anything by it.

But to keep your playing cash
in San Francisco...

Well, as long
as you can pay off,
it's all right, I guess.

Uh, if there should be
some little difficulty
in obtaining the money...

[chuckles]

Well...

people who tangle with Jessup
wind up dead.

Tell you what, Hewitt...

if you have any trouble at all
getting the money,

you come see me.

I might have a job for ya.

It'd pay $800.

What sort of job
pays all that money?

A special job.

Unless you definitely
wanted it, I couldn't
give you the details.

You understand.
It's pretty important.

But if you did take it,

I could get Jessup
to let you off the string,

guarantee him payment
when you complete the job.

Are you interested, Hewitt?

Well, uh...

I'm not sure.

That fellow who followed me
out of the saloon...

[chuckles]
John Clay--

Jessup 's hired enforcer.

I wouldn't push that deadline
too close, Hewitt.

Clay has been known
to k*ll a man

and bring his gold fillings back
to Jessup to pay off a debt.

Well, if you want the job,
you can find me at my office
or at the saloon.

Thanks.

♪♪ [theme]

From Nick and Heath.
They're gonna be delayed
in Denver a little while.

What's all this?
For the Indian school?

Mm-hmm, they've been
under quarantine for weeks.

No one wants to go near them.

And they need food, medicine--
just about everything.

Ah, measles.
A simple little thing
like measles...

can make a lot of trouble.

Everything is all ready,
Mrs. Barkley.

You sure you don't want me
to go along with you?

Silas, you have more
than enough to do around here.

Besides, who would
look after Mr. Jarrod?

Yes, ma'am.

Now wait a minute.
You're not going alone?

I always have.

Look, why don't you
let me get a continuation
on the Taylor case.

I'll go with you.

There's no need for that.

Well, then take a ranch hand.

With spring branding going on?

Jarrod, I don't
need a bodyguard.
I don't want one.

I'm only going
to the Indian village.

-Yes, I know, but--
-I know that country
like I know my own name.

If I take a few shortcuts,
I'll be there by
tomorrow afternoon.

I'll send you a telegram
when I arrive.

Well, all right,
but be careful, will you?

Oh, don't worry.
I've had the measles.

[knock at door]

[knock at door]

Who is it?

Desk clerk, Mr. Hewitt.

I made up your bill,
Mr. Hewitt.

I have no intention
of leaving at the moment.

Begging your pardon, Mr. Hewitt,
but word is out around town
that you owe troy Jessup,

and maybe you can't
get the money.

This bill is for $22.

If you'll just pay up--

I'll pay when I leave
and not before.

Mr. Hewitt, I don't want
to have to ask the undertaker

for this $22
out of your last possessions.

Get out!

[locks door]

Gettin' on late.

I was on my way to the bank
to see if the money had arrived.

I didn't see you send a wire.

It's conceivable
you don't see everything.

Maybe.

You takin' that
money out in pennies?

That is none
of your business.

Not yet.

You got about an hour.

Then I 'll see ya.

I'll take the job.

Well, there it is.

All you have to do is to get it
up to the Miwok village
by nightfall Wednesday.

But if it's so simple,
why is it a special job?

You're a freighter.
One of your own drivers
could do it.

That's right...

if it wasn't ill*gal
to sell liquor to the Indians.

My freight line
is a legal business.

Seems a great deal of risk
for a very little profit.

Not if they let us come in
and mine their lands.

There are traces
of silver up there.

It's worth the risk
for that kind of payment.

Why do you ask me
to drive for you?

Because the only man
who would take this kind of job
is somebody who needs it.

And you need it
over $600 worth.

[sighs]

That's true enough.

Those poor Indians,
they have so little
to begin with.

To turn this over to them

for a few hours
of alcoholic joy,

to say nothing
of a bad headache--

Now, look,
you're in this now, Hewitt.

I put Jessup off for four days.

That'll give you time
to get up there and make
delivery and come back here.

If you don't do it,
you're dead.

Now what do you
want it to be?

Terribly generous of you
to offer me an alternative
when you know there isn't one.

As I said earlier, I 'll...
I'll do the job.

Have you ever driven
a four-up before?

No, but I can handle it.

All right.
You leave in the morning.

Uh, about the money--

Your debt with Jessup
will be paid when you
deliver the cargo,

and you'll get
your money then, too.

But I need some money now.
My hotel bill...

How much?

Twelve dollars will do.

Whoa!

Hello. I wonder
if you would help me.

I'm on my way to Stantonville,
and my wagon broke an axle.
Are you going that far?

Well, I'm going
in that direction, yes.

Well, I'm Victoria Barkley.

Now, if I could just get there,

I could hire another rig
and send someone back for mine.

So you're Mrs. Barkley
of the Stockton Barkleys?

Yes, I am.

Ah, well, I am
going to Stantonville,

and I'd be happy
to have your company.

Oh, thank you.

I wonder if you'd be kind enough
to help me with all my boxes.

Oh, by all means.

Ugh.

[chuckles]

New team.

They just don't seem
to want to stand still.

Well, sometimes it takes
a while for them to know
what you want of them.

Yes. Yes, I suppose so.

Boy, what's all this?

Supplies for
the Indian school.

I would've thought
they'd got regular supplies
from the outside.

Oh, they do, when they're not
under quarantine for measles.

None of the freighters
want to go up there.

Measles? That's not dangerous.

Oh, not for you or for me,

but the Indians
have never had it before.

It's reached almost an epidemic.
Some people are frightened
of it.

Maybe you didn't know it
when you stopped,

but you'll be helping
a lot of sick children.

I met your charge d'affaires
some years ago at court--

gracious gentleman
and a connoisseur.

He agreed with me
that walking down the mall
on a Sunday afternoon

was one of life's
greatest pleasures.

My daughter felt
the same way about it.

She spent
a lot of time in London
when she went to Europe.

Ah, that would be
young Audra, wouldn't it?

Yes. How did you know?

Mrs. Barkley, I must confess
to being a great admirer
of your family.

Your husband and yourself
built a position here
out of nothing.

It's something I want to do--
have to do,

I suppose I should have
made my mark in this country
years ago.

But as the third son,
I inherited no estate or title.

But there was
a considerable sum of money

which I decided to invest
in a cattle ranch in Wyoming.

What happened?

My present state is the result
of that investment.

I rather unwisely allowed agents
to handle the arrangements

whilst I lived the life
of a gentleman rancher
in London.

After a while,
I began to realize

that the reports I was receiving
were not only evasive
and unsatisfactory,

but also rather few.

So I decided to take
the last of my inheritance

and come to Wyoming
to see the ranch.

And they had never
heard of you.

Quite correct.

The property existed
only on paper.

I imagine those two agents
are living rather well off
somewhere now.

And here I am
driving a train wagon.

Well, I'm sorry.

But perhaps this will be
a new beginning for you.

[chuckles]
Get up! Let's get moving.

Uh, Mr. Hewitt,
when was the last time
you rested the horses?

They seem rather tired.

Well, I thought
I'd make it to Simpsons Wells
before I stopped.

Do you mean to tell me
you haven't rested them
since you started?

No, I have a schedule to meet.

I suggest you pull over there
right now.

You're right, of course.

I have some sandwiches here.
Would you care to join me?

Oh, I 'd be delighted.

I'll see to the team first.

[neighs]

Mr. Hewitt!

Mr. Hewitt!

[groans]

I suppose it's obvious to you
that this is the first time

I've ever done
this kind of work.

It's only a small cut.
You'll be all right.

What's wrong,
Mrs. Barkley?

You told me you were
hauling farm tools
for the Miwok village.

Now, since when do farm tools
come in whiskey bottles?

Who gave you permission
to go snooping around?

I was looking for water for you.

How can you do this?

Do you know what that poison
costs them in more than money?

Now just a minute, Mrs. Barkley.
I'm not selling them
that liquor.

I'm just the driver.
That's what I'm paid for.

That makes you just as guilty
and just as dirty.

Well, a man has to find
some way of earning a living.

A man has to have
some honor, too.

I think you'll find,
Mrs. Barkley, that necessity
often negates honor.

And absolute necessity
does away with ethics.

Does a freight driver's pay
mean that much to you?

In this instance, yes.

You object to what I'm doing,
and I understand
your point of view.

But looking at it practically,
you have no way to move
your precious goods

except with my ill*gal cargo.

Necessity over honor,
Mrs. Barkley.

[groans]

Mr. Heath,
it's good to see you back.

Good to be back, Silas.

Where's Mr. Nick?
Didn't he come along with you?

Oh, he had some business
to take care of.

Well, he sure is gonna miss
a good dinner tonight.

Well, I'd say that serves him
about right, huh?

Here, I'll tend
your horse for you.

All right, Silas,
thank you.

Well, it's about time
you got back. Where's Nick?

Oh, he had some
special business
with the cattle buyer.

What's so special about
selling off a few yearlings?

Well, it was the cattle buyer
that interested Nick.

Cattle buyer?
Nick knows a lot
of cattle buyers.

Not one like T.A. Holcomb.

T.A. Holcomb?
What's so special about him?

Well, in a few short words,
tall, blonde, and beautiful.

First lady cattle buyer
I ever saw.

T.A. Holcomb is a lady?

Teresa Ann.

Well, where's Nick now?

Well, about as near
as I can figure,
halfway to Cheyenne.

That's where she was headin'.

Where's mother?

The measles broke out
over at the Indian school.

It's almost epidemic.

Dr. Cortina
needed some supplies,
so she took 'em over.

Who went with her?

Nobody.
She went alone.

She say when she'd get there?

Well, she should get there
by tonight. She'll wire us
when she arrives.

Now, listen, you don't really
think Nick would go to Cheyenne,
do you?

Jarrod, you haven't
seen T.A. Holcomb.

What are you going to do?

About what?
This.

What do you expect me to do?

As a lady
of integrity and honor,

I assume you'll march up
to the local constabulary
and turn me in.

Good guess, good guess.

Mrs. Barkley, won't you take
into consideration the fact

that I'm helping you accomplish
your errand of mercy?

And cancelling it out
with this cargo of whiskey.

Can't you understand
my position at all?

No.

You regard yourself as an angel
of mercy, don't you?

Helping the sick and the poor.

And the righteous hand maiden
of justice, too.

Just turn me in and don't even
try to understand that I'm only
doing what I have to do.

Reporting this to the marshal
is what I have to do.

Whoa.

I can't let you do that.

Well, I was wondering
when you were gonna
get around to that.

Well, how are you gonna do it?
sh**t me?

There's a good place for it
over there. They wouldn't find
my body for quite some time.

That is, if you're brave enough
to k*ll a woman.

Mrs. Barkley, please,
I had no such thought.

But you must admit,
it'd be foolish of me

to drop you at the door
of the Stantonville jail
so you can turn me in.

No, you're getting off here.

You'll be safe enough.

And it's a long walk
to Stantonville.

I'll be long gone
before you arrive.

And your supplies
are getting off here, too.

Your horses I'll leave
at the livery stable in town.

Mrs. Barkley, I don't want
to have to do this at gunpoint.

Please get down.

That fancy gambler
get off on time?

Yep.
He was all anxious to go.

Didn't ask too many questions.

That man just hopped
every which way
we wanted him to.

Mm-hmm.

Wasn't a bad sort.

Couldn't play poker
worth a nickel.

Sure had class.

Too bad, he'll probably
be dead by nightfall.

I hope somebody
buries him decent.

Oh, it's you.

I seem to be having
a little difficulty.

What happened?

I'm not sure.

I tried to pick up
a little speed, but
the team got away from me.

I tried to stop them,
but one of the horses stumbled,
and the wagon swiveled around.

The details are a bit hazy,
but this is the result.

You, uh, you never run into
that kind of trouble, do you?

I'm willing to make a deal
with you for some consideration
in return.

Such as...?

A ride to Stantonville
for me and my supplies

that you dropped off
on the trail back there.

On the same terms as before?

Uh-huh.

I'm afraid not,
Mrs. Barkley.

But I'll make you
a counter-offer.

I'll drop you
close to Stantonville
and you can walk in.

That'll give me time
to deliver the cargo.

Deal?

I'd make a deal
with the devil himself

if it will get those supplies
to those children.

You're on, Hewitt.

It's all yours.

Ah. Yeah.

Did you see
the wagon?

Yeah, went down
the same old road as always.

That old Timmons fella
just never learns, do he?

[chuckles]

You know, he's turnin' out
to be our benefactor.

If I was a religious man,

I'd offer up a prayer
for his continued good health.

[laughs]

I tell you one thing, boy.

That old driver he hired,
he don't seem to smart neither.

He acts like he's
never seen a team of horses
before in his life.

sh**t, he had 'em so fouled up
there once, thought he was gonna
be there till next Tuesday.

Maybe you should've
given him a hand.

Might've saved some time.

Well, I might've
done just that,

but this woman
started helpin' him.

You say there was
a woman with him?

That's right.

Picked her up on the trail.

Her rig broke down.

Real pretty woman, too.

Anything that wears a skirt
looks good to you.

In fact, I got so close
to her one time,

I could almost
smell her perfume.

Which reminds me, lawyer,
when we gettin' back
to a town again?

Just as soon as we take
that shipment and sell it

to the Paiutes
across the line in Nevada.

How much money
you think we gonna make?

More than enough to last
for the next few months anyway.

Hey, what you say we hit
old Carson City again?

I liked them little girls
down there a lot.

Sure you did.

And what did they think
of your big ugly face?

Now, Cajun, them girls
treated me real nice.

So you just better shut up.

Any man with money
in his pockets

is a handsome man to them.

That's right, Cajun.

Nobody knows that
any better than you do.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

There's a blanket
under the seat
if you're cold.

I'm quite comfortable,
thank you.

Take that road straight ahead.
It's a shortcut.

Where does it lead to?

Oh, don't worry.
It doesn't go anywhere
near civilization.

-It's just a little
old ghost town.
-Thanks.

I hope that didn't strain
your ethics too much.

Worry about your own ethics.

That is, if you have any left.

Oh, I think one or two survive.

Childhood training, you know--

God and country, mother...

women and children first.

Mm-hmm. Well, you can
drop the last two.

This liquor of yours
will hurt even them.

I told you before,
it is not my liquor.

I'm only the driver.

And that makes you as innocent
as a typhoid carrier.

Well, I'm glad
we stopped here.

It's not only shelter,
but actually a real stove.

Did you feed the horses?

Yes.

You hungry?
You'll want something hot.

Well, it would
turn out better,

of course, if all the
ingredients were fresh,

but this
should be all right.

It took me some time
to realize

that good food
west of the Mississippi

is as rare as the dodo bird.

So I always carry
a few things of my own.

Interesting hobby, actually.

I can't exactly call
this gourmet cooking,

more like
"survival stew a la Hewitt,"

but it'll taste all right.

Mrs. Barkley, circumstances
have put me in the position

where I have to deliver
that wagon.

Now, then, if you hadn't known
what the cargo was,

would you still hate me?

The point is, I do know.
And what you're doing is wrong.

Well, you've never done
anything wrong, I suppose,

such as condemning me
without knowing why
I'm doing it?

Such as not admitting
that I'm helping you
deliver your cargo?

I'm not really a blackguard,
Mrs. Barkley.

Look, we're both going
in the same direction,

and we need each other
to get where we're going.

And that is all
we have in common.

And I consider that
a great concession on your part.

Well, don't.

We may both have cargo
on the same wagon,

but mine is going to save lives,
yours will destroy them.

The difference between us
is whereas I know how
to bend to necessity,

you'd never even consider it.

Ow!

Are you all right?

Is that an academic question,
or do you really care?

I don't like to see
anybody hurt.

Well, there's no major damage,
just a little scorching.

Here we are.

I'm not hungry.

You're a poor liar.

You haven't had
a thing to eat all day.

I still have
some sandwiches left.

Which are now stale.

Mrs. Barkley, would you please
let me have my own way for once?

[sighs]

Well, I 'll say one thing,
Mr. Hewitt.

If you would confine
your activities to cooking,

you'd be a lot better off
in this world.

[horse neighs]

[men yelling and whistling]

H'yah!
[whistles]

How many others
knew about that shipment?

I don't know.
Obviously those thieves did.

Well, what do we do now?

There are two loose horses
out there.

You're not going out
by yourself for them.

Do you think you could
help me catch them?

I'll try.

Let's go.

Hey, here are some tracks.

No, those weren't made
by my horses.

Those were made
when the ground was wet.

Some riders must've
passed through here
about a week ago.

Now, see those over there.
Now, they're fresh.

And the come in
from the right direction.

How did you learn to track?

Oh, you learn a lot of things
out here when you have to.

Come on.

There! There they are!

Now, I'm going to approach them
from this side.

Do you think you could go
around in back of them

and be ready to turn them back
if they run away from me?

Oh, I think so.

Uh-huh.

Easy, boy.

Easy, sandy.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, whoa.

Easy, boy.

Easy, easy now.

[horses neigh]

[groans]

Mr. Hewitt,
is there anything else
you don't know how to do?

I don't know. I seem to keep on
discovering new ones.

I think perhaps I better
stay rooted to this spot.

Oh, please, please do.

Easy, sandy.

All right, boy.

[neighs]

Easy now, easy. Steady.

Steady, boy.

Whoa! Whoa, boy! Whoa, boy!

Whoa! Whoa!
Easy, boy, easy, boy.

Easy, boy.

There.

Good boy.

No trouble at all.

Where did you get
those saddles?

Found them
in the livery stable.

And where do you
think you're going?

I am going after my cargo
and you are going home.

You mean it's still
that important to you?

My life's important to me,
such as it is.

Now, I'm not very good
at things, Mrs. Barkley.

Among my other faults,
I don't play poker very well.

I wound up owing
far too much money
to the wrong sort of people.

Frankly, unless I deliver
that cargo of liquor at
the specified point tomorrow,

they'll hunt me down
and sh**t me.

Well, if you run now,
how could they find you?

Maybe they won't,
but I'm not taking
any chances with my life.

I'm going to get
that cargo back.

And you're not coming with me.

Mr. Hewitt,
I am absolutely convinced

you can't do this alone.

Now, what stops your wagon
stops my supplies from getting
to those children.

But you can get other supplies
in Stantonville.

Not the medicine.

I'm going with you.

[sighs]

Is that it?

No, this is from Sacramento.

Well, you sent our wire
out over an hour ago.
It should be in.

Now, Jarrod,
you know as well as I do
it's more than five miles

from Stantonville
out to the Indian school.

Somebody had to ride out there
with it and then ride back in
with your answer,

and that takes time.

Well, somebody in Stantonville
might've seen her drive in.

Yeah, but your wire
wasn't addressed to somebody
in Stantonville.

Wait a minute,
here it comes now.

Well, what's it saying?

She never arrived at the school.

"Dr. Cortina
checked Stantonville.

Nobody there has seen her."

We better take
a ride out there.

Let's go.

[thunderclap]

Wrong time of the year
for a storm.

No little downpour
is gonna dampen my spirit.

We've got cause to celebrate.

Well, now,
might be some money in here.

Medicine bottles.

Well, we might be able
to sell those someplace.

Put it with the rest
of the stuff.

Don't waste nothin',
do you, lawyer?

Huh. Look at that.

How 'bout that, huh?

Huh? Whoo!

Maybe you'll find a buyer
for those, too, huh?

Look at that! Whoo, boy!

Never mind those, Samuels.
The liquor is what we're after.

The wagon came this way,
all right.

Wish this storm would break
and be done with it.

No. No, the rain
would wash the tracks away.

We might never find
that wagon again.

Let's go.
Come on, boy. Come on.

Where are their horses?

In those trees, I think.

That's the only place
they could've tethered them.

I have an idea.

It's tricky and we'll
only get one chance at it,

but I think it's worth it.

Come on.

[both yelling]

[horses neigh]

Cajun! Lawyer!

The horses are loose!

The thunder must've spooked 'em!

Come on!

Come on, let's go!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Get over!

I'll get the saddle.

You get the harness
back of the wagon.

Get over! Come on! Get over!

You better get back to camp
and keep an eye on that wagon.

Ain't nobody
gonna bother that wagon.
We gotta get them horses back.

Would you shut up
and you get back there.

It's gonna take a while
to get them horses.

I don't want that wagon
standin' alone.

Go on and get back there!

Come on, Cajun.

I'll get the medicine.

SAMUELS: Hold it!

[g*nsh*t]

Now we gonna get us
back that wagon, lady!

Good luck!

As soon as we get our horses,
we gonna catch up with him!

And that's for sure!

Ain't nobody gonna rob us
and get away with it!

Rob?! Rob--
Now, that's a funny word
for you to use.

That might be, lady,
but havin' is ownin'.

And we ain't lost us
a shipment yet.

Well, now wait a minute.

We just might not have
to go after him after all.

He's got our cargo,
but we've got you.

He'll be back.

No. No, I don't think so.

You see, my friend
has a wide yellow streak
down his back.

And he wants that wagon
even more than you do.

Well, now...

you mean he'd leave you here
all by yourself?

I'm of no value to him.

A pretty little lady like you?

[grunting]

Lady, I wouldn't hurt you,
especially when you smell
so good!

[groans]

Now you see what you made me do?

I thought you'd gone!

So did I, but I couldn't leave
without you or your medicines!

The wagon's just down here!

[thunderclap]

We can't go much further
in this rain.

You think we've lost them?

Well, they haven't got
a trail to follow.

I guess not,
but I hate to just stop now.

If one of those horses stumbles
or steps into a hole,

we may be stopped here
permanently.

You're right, of course...

as always.

Whoa!

I haven't thanked you
for coming back for me.

Oh, I suppose I'm not without
a trace of morality.

[thunderclap]

Mr. Hewitt...

do you suppose if you contacted
your family in England

that you could maybe
arrange for a small loan
that you would repay?

Well, in that way,
you could start all over again.

Pride is a wonderful thing
to have,

but it can blind you, too.

I have no pride.

No pride, no family, no money--

none of the things we spoke of.

I only wish I had.

I only wish I was
a real gentleman.

Most I've ever been
is a gentleman's gentleman--

a valet, Mrs. Barkley,

someone's servant.

Oh, of course,
the education was excellent,

but I was always
somebody else's man.

I thought perhaps I might be
able to stand on my own here
in this country,

but it seems I've been
an outlandish failure.

[thunderclap]

It doesn't have to be that way.

Well, I haven't been
very successful in changing
so far, have I?

Yes, I'll have to admit to that,

but you could change
by getting rid of this liquor.

I'd be glad to oblige,
Mrs. Barkley,
but you're asking too much.

Mr. Hewitt--

Mrs. Barkley,
we've been through this.

Don't see in me
what doesn't exist.

You came back for me,
and that took courage.

And a larger measure
of cowardice.

I didn't think
I could make it without you.

I'm...
I'm sorry.

So am I, Mr. Hewitt.

[thunderclap]

How much further is it?

Oh, two miles or so.

It's been the longest two miles
ever traveled.

[g*nsh*t]

Get those horses moving!

[screams]

Faster, Mr. Hewitt, faster!

I'm doing the best I can,
Mrs. Barkley!

Keep those horses straight!
You'll turn us over!

I'm trying to, Mrs. Barkley!

Faster, Mr. Hewitt!

Here!

[screams]

Whoa!

We got all three of them!
All three of them!

Good.

[chuckles]

Your cargo looks all right.
How about mine?

Thank God.

Strange...

what?

There's no odor.

Mr. Hewitt...

now, Mrs. Barkley,
it won't taint you.

It's the purest spring water
I've ever tasted.

Water?

Nothing but water!

Why?

Well, that outlaw said that
they had stolen other shipments.

Yes, but if they'd stolen
this one, they'd have got
nothing but water.

You know, Mrs. Barkley,
I have an idea I've been
taken for a fool.

I was forced
into accepting this job.

I was made to take
a specific route--

Probably one the outlaws
knew already.

So that the other cargo
could go safely through
on another route.

Duped. No, worse than that.

I think I can safely say
I'm the complete pigeon.

There is one thing.

A cargo of water isn't ill*gal.

No, but it isn't
worth anything either.

You know, I have a feeling
I wasn't supposed to survive
this trip.

And if I'd gone back
for the money,

I probably wouldn't have
survived that either.

Not only am I a fool,
but I'm a profitless fool
into the bargain.

I'll take you
to the Indian village
if you like.

Oh, I'd like that very much,
Mr. Hewitt.

There is one thing, however.

If you don't mind,
I'll drive.

I don't mind at all.

Whoa!

Mother, where the devil
have you been?

To the Indian village.

You'll be happy to know that
the quarantine is almost lifted.

Everything is fine now.

What happened? We found your rig
on the trail back there.

Well, it's a long story.

Oh, by the way,
this is Mr. Hewitt.

My sons
Jarrod and Heath.

Gentlemen.

I've invited Mr. Hewitt
to be our guest at the ranch,

and he's accepted...

provided
he can cook dinner for us.

Cook dinner?

Oh, he's a genius
at gourmet cooking.

In fact, there may even be
a future in it for him.

You mentioned a long story.

Yeah, but first, gentlemen,
there's one thing I think

I ought to tell you about your
mother which you may not know.

She's a totally remarkable
and absolutely magnificent
woman.

Uh, we knew that
a long time ago.

Well, I didn't.

Not until recently.

I shall do my best
to prove myself worthy
of your friendship.

Well, you already have that,
Mr. Hewitt.

Ah, in that case,

-I shall go to work to win--
-Win?

Your regards, dear lady.

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