02x05 - Pursuit

[bunniefuu]

You have nothing
to fear now, Nameh.

The red spots and the fire
in your head will pass.

My medicine will
make them go away.

White man has medicine
to drive off evil spirits?

They're not evil spirits.
It's a sickness.

Medicine man says only spirits
can fill a man with fire.

-The medicine man is wrong.
-He has seen spots before.

They are chindi--
the mark of death.

When they come,
all die.

Not all.
Not with proper medicine.

The medicine man has medicine
to drive off evil spirits.
Only medicine man--

Nameh. Nameh.

You must stay here
until you are well.

If you go back now,
the whole tribe will get sick.

-Got to see medicine man.
-No!

Nameh stay, Nameh die.

Nameh, wait. Nameh.

Nameh, listen.
Try to understand.
Listen.

Listen, if you go back now,
the sickness will spread.

Nameh stay, Nameh die!

Nameh!

Nameh, wait!

Nameh! Wait, Nameh, wait!

If you go back,
the whole tribe will die!

The whole tribe.

Sandhill.

[exhales]
Seems to me this desert
gets hotter every year.

Too bad Father Andre
didn't build his mission
in Alaska.

Oh, if the Eskimos had needed
medical care as much as the
Paiutes, he probably would've.

[chuckles]
I suppose he would've.

Well, where's this fellow
supposed to meet you?

I don't know.
I was wondering
the same thing.

-Father Andre say
what he looks like?
-No.

Just that his name
is Simon Carter, and he's
a professional hunter.

[sighs]
Well, I guess we better
make a few inquiries.

We're pulling out, Mr. Barkley.
Better get aboard.

Jarrod, you're going to miss
the coach, and you'll miss
that trial in Carson City.

If you think I'm gonna
leave you frying
in this hot sun--

I won't fry long. If he doesn't
show up, I'll hire a buggy
and drive out there myself.

Come on, sir.
We're behind schedule.

Oh, Jarrod, I have been coming
out here for years. I could
get to the mission blindfolded.

Well, all right.

-I'll meet you at the mission
day after tomorrow.
-Mm-hmm.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye.

Giddyap! Hyah!
[shouting]

Better get out of the dust
or you're gonna ruin
that fancy dress of yours.

-Are you Miss Barkley?
-Mr. Carter?

Uh-huh. I'm supposed
to take you out
to that mission.

-I'd almost given you up.
-Well, you saw my wagon
standin' right over there.

Well, I expected you
to be waiting here
when the stage arrived.

Huh. There's no point
in boilin' in the hot sun
if you don't have to.

Yes, well,
I had the same idea.

-All this stuff yours?
-Mm-hmm.

-Thought you's only stayin'
a couple of days.
-I am. I am.

Careful. They're heavy.

Well, if they're too heavy
it's gonna cost you extra,
'cause I'm gonna need some help,

and there ain't
no volunteers in this heat.

Very well.

I told you to be careful.
There are medicine bottles
in there.

-Medicine bottles? What for?
-The mission. I bring
a supply every year.

What are you, some kind
of nurse or something?

No, just an old friend
of Father Andre's trying
to help out.

Ah. Well,
a bunch of mesquitey root
would be just as good.

That's what them Paiutes use
mostly when they're sick.

They're entitled to
adequate medicine care
the same as anybody else.

Maybe. But what they use
is mesquitey root.

What the sun don't
boil out of 'em,
the mesquitey root does.

I'm quite familiar with
the medicinal qualities
of mesquite root, Mr. Carter.

Land o' Goshen. You think
it's fancy to throw your money
around like that?

-Ain't my lookout.
Any medicine in these?
-No.

[clattering]

Well, let's get started.

I'll drive.

[sniffs, grunts]

[sighs]

[sniffs]
Have a swig?

[chuckles]

That silly little hat of yours
ain't much use in this sun,
is it?

Most desert wagons have
a sunshade over the seat.

Well, la-di-da.

Mine's broke. I just ain't
had a chance to fix it.

-May I have some water?
-Sure.

-[exhales]
-May I have your bottle?

Yes, ma'am.
There you go.

Hey, give me that!
What are you doing? You ain't
got no call to do that!

It was rusty.

Well-- You know, I-I ought
to charge you extra?

That's just a sinful waste
of good drinkin' whiskey.

Hyah!

Well, nobody seems
to be here.

You, uh, get the medicines
out of the sun. I'll look
for Father Andre.

Me? I thought a couple of
them Paiutes could do that.

Well, there doesn't
seem to be any around.

-Father Andre?
-FATHER ANDRE:
In here, Victoria.

-Father Andre!
-I've been waiting for you.

Thank heavens you've come.

-What is it? What happened?
-No.

-My goodness,
you're burning up.
-Don't be alarmed, Victoria.

-It's nothing serious.
Only measles.
-Measles?

Several weeks ago,
I treated a child who had them.

How long have you
been lying here?

Well, the symptoms just started
to get bad a little while ago.

-Is there any quinine?
-Yes, but there isn't time.

You must get Simon
and tell him.

Well, the wagon's unloaded,
padre. That's two bucks
you owe me.

Simon, you must
go after Nameh.

-Nameh? Chief Bocana's son?
What for?
-He has measles too.

-He thinks only
the medicine man can save him.
-Measles?

He left several hours ago.
You must stop him before
he reaches the tribe.

Uh, measles c-c-contagious,
ain't they, padre?

Of course. That's why
you must leave at once.

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm leavin', padre.

I'm leavin' right now.
I, uh-- I'm goin' right back
to town.

Oh, Simon, you're
the best tracker in the area.

You're the only one capable
of overtaking him in time.

Yeah, I know.
I'm gonna stay--

Gonna stay the best tracker too.
I got business in town, padre.

I-- I got very important
business.

Simon, wait. Simon.
Victoria, tell him.
Tell him.

Yes, yes, I will.
Now you rest. You rest.

Mr. Carter.

Perhaps you don't understand.
Indians have no resistance
to measles.

If Nameh gets back to camp,
he's liable to start
an epidemic...

that could wipe out
the entire tribe.

Everybody's gotta die
sometime, lady--

Yes, but if you bring Nameh
back, it won't be necessary
for anyone to die.

Oh, won't it?

I seen white men with
that measle disease.

They generally wind up
with a coughin' sickness.

Oh, that's ridiculous.
As long as you stay out in
the fresh air and sunshine,

there's very little danger
of getting the disease.

And even if you do,
it's not that serious for us.

Oh, no? And if I get it,
who's gonna help me?
Them Paiutes?

No. Nobody.
Nobody ever has.

Didn't you hear
what I said?

I said he's liable to start
an epidemic that could
wipe out the entire tribe.

Now that means women
and children. Or doesn't
that mean anything to you?

Lady. Lady, I ain't
got time to go traipsing
all over the desert...

looking for
some sick Injun.

Now, there's two businessmen
coming in from San Francisco
two days from now.

They're gonna pay me $100
to guide 'em on a buffalo hunt.

-Is Mama Flores still in town?
-Oh, the midwife lady? Yeah.

Well, bring her back as quickly
as you can. I want her to
look after Father Andre.

[chuckles] Ever occur to you
maybe she don't want to catch
that measle disease neither?

She is not as timid
as you are, Mr. Carter.

Tell her she's to stay
with him until I get back.

-Get back? From where?
-I'm going after Nameh.

Huh? Oh, no.
No, lady, you--

you-you don't know
what you're saying.

Oh, yes, I do. I've known
Nameh since he was a child, and
I-I think he'll listen to me.

Listen to you? You ain't
gonna get within shoutin'
distance of that Injun.

He's already got about
three hours' head start
on you.

Yes, but he's on foot
and he's ill. I'll be riding
Father Andre's horse.

Now, it ain't gonna
make no difference.

Now, there's 50 miles of desert
out there between here
and that Paiute camp.

Before you get 10 miles,
you're gonna be lost.

I visited Chief Bocana's camp
a lot when I was a young girl
and I--

I-I think I can still
remember the way.

Oh, no, no. That desert's
changin'-- It's changing all the
time-- even the water holes--

Rememberin'-- That just
ain't good enough.

Well, if that's the only way.

All right, lady.
All right.

I'll go get Mama Flores
for you.

[chuckles]
Boy, you got some
peculiar ideas.

Real peculiar ideas.
[clicks tongue]

-Hi.
-Hi.

Well, you look kind of
down in the mouth.
What's the matter?

I spent three months knitting
that shawl for Father Andre and
forgot to have Mother pack it.

-Aw, that's too bad.
-Well, everyone sent
something but me.

He'll think I just didn't
care enough to bother.

Why don't you put it in with
that extra crate of tools
I'm having freighted out there?

-It'll get to him before
she gets home.
-Heath, you're a genius.

Well, are you just
finding that out?

[kisses]

Mother must be at
the mission by now.
I wonder what she's doing.

Oh, probably resting,
talking to Father Andre.

Catchin' up on her thinking.

You ought to try that sometime--
catchin' up on your thinking.

Well, what'd I say?

It's not what you said,
it was how you said it.

-Uh--
-You can fix your own lunch.

Mother, don't stay away
too long.

[whinnies]

[grunts]

[horse whinnies]

[gasps]

Padre?

What happened to
the Barkley woman?

She went out after Nameh.

She did, huh? Dag nab it!

She said she would,
but I thought you'd
talk her out of it.

I tried to.
But there was no other way.

Someone had to go, Simon.

-When did she take off?
-Shortly after you left.

Ah. She-She gonna follow
the water holes?

She hoped to pick up his tracks,
uh, around Joshua Springs.

Joshua Spring--

-What's the matter?
-Nothin'. Nothin', padre.

It's all right.
I-- It's just I've gotta
get back to town.

Joshua Springs.
That fool woman.

[scoffs]

Fool woman.

Here. Slow.

Ah.

Stubborn woman.

[coughing]

[clears throat]

I still don't know
how to thank you.

-I never dreamed the regular
water holes would be dry.
-Well, they are.

New holes, four or five miles
northeast.

[chuckles]
Wish you'd told me that
before I started out.

-You said you knew the way--
-I know. I know.

I was foolish,
but Joshua Springs
have always been full.

Anyhow, I'm very grateful.
I know I've put you through
a lot of trouble.

-A lot more trouble,
and I miss them buffalo hunts.
-Oh, you won't.

I'm feeling much better.
By the time it cools,
I'll be able to ride.

No, you won't.
I'll rig up a drag
and the horse can pull you.

That won't be necessary.
I'm used to hardships.
I recover quickly.

You look kind of puny to me.

Oh.

How long do you think
it will take to catch up
with Nameh?

-Nameh?
-Traveling on foot,
he can't be too far ahead.

-Once you pick up his tracks--
-What are you talking about,
lady?

I ain't pickin' up no tracks.
We're headin' back
to the mission.

-The mission? Oh, no, no.
-Yes.

If we delay longer,
he'll reach the tribe.

Look, that Paiute ain't
my lookout. I had enough
trouble chasing after you.

But we're so close. We've come
this far. What difference does
a few more hours make?

Make one half a difference
if I don't get back to
them buffalo hunters.

I'll pay you twice
what they offer-- $200.

-Nah, I can't take that kind
of money from a woman.
-Why not?

It's just as much of a business
deal as driving me out
to the mission.

Don't you see?
You won't be gettin' nothin'
out of it.

Oh.

-You put a price on everything,
don't you, Mr. Carter?
-Huh?

All right, you go back to
the mission. I'm going on.

No, you ain't. You can't.
You're too done in.

A long time ago,
I was pinned under a rockslide
in this desert.

Chief Bocana left me
his water gourd and walked
all day to bring help.

Now I'm going on
if I have to crawl.

I tell you them Paiutes
ain't my lookout.

Now why do you keep pestering me
about 'em all the time?

They just ain't my lookout.

All right.

All right.
Fool woman.

I'll find that Injun for you.
But when I do, I ain't
gettin' close to him.

You're gonna have to
turn him around,
head him back the other way.

It's a deal.

Looks like he's gettin'
a little wobbly on his feet.

He's probably layin' over
to the next water hole.
Get his strength back.

Well, how far is it?
Can we reach it before dark?

Provided you can keep up.

Don't worry, Mr. Carter.
I'll keep up.

Fine.

[arrow whistles]

Your friend Nameh is warning us
to quit followin' him.

He must be somewhere
up there in the rocks.

We have to let him know
we're trying to help.

He don't want our help.
He just wants to get back
to that medicine man.

Then we've got to
make him understand.

You ain't gonna see nothin'.
Them Injuns like lizards.
They just melt into the ground.

Nameh! Nameh,
this is Victoria Barkley!

Can you hear me?

We've come to help you.

We bring medicine--
strong medicine!

Come out, Nameh!
Come out!

We had any sense,
we'd turn around and go back.

Oh, that's impossible,
and you know it.

That Injun's got
the drop on us, lady.

If he wanted to k*ll us,
we'd be dead by now.

Maybe he don't want
to k*ll us now.

We keep doggin' him,
he's liable to change his mind.

-Nameh is not a m*rder*r.
-A scared Injun's apt
to do anything.

I'm not afraid to keep my part
of the bargain. I expect you
to be man enough to keep yours.

He keeps hidin' out
like this, I'm gonna miss
that buffalo hunt.

Well, it doesn't look
as though anybody's
been here for weeks.

-Are you sure he came this way?
-Yeah, if he wanted
any water, he did.

This is the only hole
for miles.

Well, don't bother filling
your canteen. The water's fouled
with that poison yucca.

-Oh.
-Huh.

That Indian friend of yours
pretty foxy, ain't he, huh?

He figured our canteens would be
just about empty by now.

That's so unlike a Paiute.
Water's so scarce,
they almost worship it.

You just don't know Paiutes
like you think you do.

You don't know nothin' like
you think you do. That's what
got us into this mess.

I never should have come
after you in the first place.

Should've stayed in town,
mind my own business, waitin'
for them buffalo hunters.

Blaming each other won't
get our canteens filled.

Now let's get started
for the next water hole.

I ain't gettin' started
for nowhere.

I'm just gonna drink me
a little whiskey.

Well, that will only
make you thirstier.

Suppose you just let me
worry about that.

All right. I suppose
you could use some rest.

♪ Oh, I had an old bronc
and his name was Joe ♪

♪ Old bronc named Joe ♪

♪ He fell down,
broke his toe ♪

♪ Old Joe was
a so-and-so ♪

[chuckles]

♪ I knew a little Injun maid
Her name was Pale Moon ♪

♪ She couldn't use a fork
but she sure loved a spoon ♪♪

-[chuckles] Ever hear that one?
-Yes, Mr. Carter.

Ah.

How about, uh--

I knew a girl who lived
on the hill. If she wouldn't--

I've heard that one too,
Mr. Carter.

Uh-huh.
[sniffles]

You don't think much of me,
do you?

How can I when you don't
think much of yourself?

I'm as good as anybody.

Then why don't you act it?

Aw, come on. Now don't go
gettin' me all muddled up with
them fancy notions of yours,

'cause I just ain't
gonna listen to 'em.

I'm gonna get me a little drunk,
and then I'm gonna get me
a little sleep.

Then I'm gonna get back to town
and go on that buffalo hunt.

Well, I thought that's what
you had in mind.

Why shouldn't I have it in mind?
Huh? Why should I go out there
and get myself k*lled off...

for a bunch of no-good,
mangy Injuns?

[scoffs]

You know, them highfalutin
ideas, they come easy
to rich folks like you.

They're typical.
They come easy on a--
on a full belly.

I had the same ideas
when I was poor.

Poor? What do you know
about poor?

You think going into town
without a new dress on
is being poor?

[scoffs]
My folks was trash.
We didn't have no money.

Nothin'. Nothin' but a little
one-mule dirt farm.

[laughs]
And one night-- One night
my old man got drunk, you know.

Hit the mule right in the head
with an ax.

k*lled him. Then we didn't
have nothin' but dirt.

Ah, you know, back then,
Arkansas, where I was
come from, you know--

you know what they
used to call us?

No-account Carters. Yep.

Up till the time I was
seven years old, I thought
my first name was "No-account."

Did you ever do anything
to disprove it?

Why should I?

Don't tell me that stuff
about for my self-respect...

because I don't believe in
any of that applesauce.

I don't believe in
none of that.

Isn't that, uh--
that r*fle in your saddle
an army carbine?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Going-home present for all
the released prisoners of w*r.

Mm-hmm.

Well, if you don't believe
in anything, why did you
fight in the w*r?

'Cause I believed in
an empty belly-- That's what.

Me and my brother joined up
'cause we was hungry.

We fought for the Confederacy
till their rations
start runnin' out,

then we got ourselves captured
and let the Union army feed us.

Where's your brother now?

Oh, I don't know. I lost
track of him after the w*r.
I lost track of everybody.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carter.

Mmm. Ah.

Where you goin'?

I'm releasing you from your
part of the bargain. Just tell
me where the next water hole is.

[mutters]
You mean you're going out
after that Injun alone?

-That's right.
-Well, you're a fool, woman.

Don't you know he's just
waiting out there someplace
to k*ll you?

I don't think he'll k*ll me,
but it's a chance
I'll have to take.

-Which way, Mr. Carter?
-Hold on. You hold on
just a minute here.

You're trying to get me
all muddled up again.

-You're trying to make me
feel guilty, ain't you?
-Oh, no, no. Not at all.

I've prevailed on you
enough already.

"Pervailed"? Ha!

You think a lot of yourself,
don't you, woman? Well,
let me tell you something.

If I come out here,
it's because I wanna.

If I keep goin' on,
it's because I wanna.

Nobody "pervails" on
Simon Paul Carter.

Now, spring up there
in them rocks someplace.

We'll go get the canteens
from the horses, fill 'em up.

Stay close to me, 'cause I don't
wanna go chasing all over the
desert looking for you again.

Now come on.

-Ah. There's the spring
right over there.
-Oh.

Well, it's large enough
to bathe in.

-Bathe?
-Well, the horses
need a rest anyway.

I think we got enough trouble
without you gettin' waterlogged.

A nice cool bath
will do us both good.

Both? Lady, that--

Well, that, uh,
just ain't decent.

Mr. Carter, we don't have
to share the water hole.
We'll take turns.

Body's liable to get
a heart attack opening up
them pores in this heat.

Cold water doesn't
open the pores.
It closes them.

Now we'll fill
our canteens first.

[twigs snapping]

Your turn, Mr. Carter.

Well, now, I, uh-- I just don't
hold too much with, uh, you
know, a lot of that bathing.

It, uh, ain't natural.

Neither is your aroma.

Aroma? What are you
talking about?

Well, hey, you said
Indians have sharp noses.

I think that's what made it
so easy for Nameh to find us.

[chuckles]
Oh, you got a mean streak
in you, lady.

Ooh, you got a real
mean streak.

[shouting, indistinct]

-[splashing]
-Mr. Carter?

Holy maraca!

Mr. Carter?

Are you all right?

Stubbed my toe on
a dang old rock.

[laughing]

-What's funny?
-[laughing Continues]

What, you expect me to take
all my clothes off?

Well, it is customary.

With a woman around?

-You ain't got no shame, lady.
Just ain't got no shame at all.
-[laughing]

-Get out of here.
Get out of here!
-No!

-I'll catch him.
-No!

Get up!

Get down.

-You should've run
when I told you to.
-I did.

He's coming out, I think.

Yeah. He's after
that r*fle of mine.

No! No, you might
k*ll him.

-I-It's him or us, lady.
-We didn't come out here
to k*ll!

Ow! Give me that.

Ha. Well,
now you done it, lady.

Now he's really got us
pinned down.

We stick our noses out,
and he'll blow 'em right off.

-[sighs]
-Simon, this arrow
has got to come out.

Yeah.
[chuckles]

-[snaps]
-[groaning]

-There.
-[mutters]

-[grunts]
-I'm sorry.

[grunting, muttering]

-[muttering]
-Hang on, Simon.

Aaah!

-I'm sorry.
-[coughs]

[grunts]
It's out.

Hang on, Simon.

Are you gonna--
Ain't gonna use all
that whiskey, are you?

Well, I have to be sure
the wound is sterilized.

-Otherwise, you'll get
blood poisoning.
-Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh, it's sinful--
sinful waste of good whiskey.

Oh, it's the best thing
it's ever been used for.

All right?

What are you doing
that for?

Stop that. The sun'll
burn your arm to a crisp.

Well, it can't be helped.

The wound has to be bandaged
to keep the dirt out of it.

You know, lady, you're--
you're actin' like
I'm something like--

like I'm somebody important.

Oh, Simon.

I think you're the bravest,
most important man
I have ever known.

You're right, ma'am.
I am.

[shuddering]

-Simon? Simon?
-Mmm.

Simon. Oh, you've got a chill.
Why didn't you wake me?

Oh, it's-- it's all right.
It's just where that
Injun's arrow hit.

-Oh.
-It'll be all right.
It'll go away.

-I wish we had one of those
saddle blankets.
-Yeah. Huh.

Wish we had some of that
whiskey of mine that you was
splashin' around like water.

-There. There.
-Ma'am. Ma'am, what's--
What are you--

-Well, chilling after a wound
can be dangerous,
-Huh?

-and you need outside warmth.
-Uh-huh.

Now.

Hey, you know, that--
that ain't so bad at that,
come to think of it.

No, that's--

Of course, it's nothin'
like a little whiskey
would do to help me with--

-It's all right.
-You're gonna be all right.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

You know, I never had a woman
to care for me like this.

Oh, not that I ain't been
around women, you know.
I know lots of 'em.

-Oh, yes, yes. Of course.
-Oh, sure. It's just that,

well, I don't think any of 'em
really cared about me.

They-- They wouldn't
take a--

I don't suppose they
really cared about me.

I guess--

I guess nobody ever
really cared about me.

You know, Simon, it's too bad
you lost track of your family.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I suppose so.

[chuckles]
Guess your family think
a heap of you, huh?

-Oh, I think they do.
-Sure they do.

I know I'm very proud
of them.

I'd like you to meet them
someday.

Honest? Huh?

You think they'd be--

be interested to meet
a raunchy old buffalo hunter
like me?

Oh, Simon,
they would be honored.

[chuckles]
Oh, boy.

Boy, you are some lady.
You know that?

-You are really somethin'.
-[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Hello, Jarrod.

What's wrong,
Father?

I know it's a little late
in life to be getting measles,

but there's no question
that's just what I've got.

Well, you should be in bed,
shouldn't you?

It was time for prayers.
I couldn't put them off
any longer--

not with your mother
and Mr. Carter out there
in the desert.

Out in the desert?
What are you talking about?

Nameh, Chief Bocana's son,
they've gone after him.

They're trying to stop him
before he gets back
to the tribe.

The poor boy has measles too.

Come on, Father. Let's get you
back to bed. Is there anyone
here to take care of you?

Yes, uh, Mama Flores
is in the kitchen
preparing something.

[Jarrod sighs]
Why the devil couldn't
she have waited?

Even a sick Indian
travels quickly, Jarrod.

She couldn't wait.

-How long ago did she leave?
-Yesterday afternoon.

Simon Carter knows the desert
as well as these Indians.

He'll find her.

Well, if they're not back
by sunset, I'm gonna
go after 'em.

-Without a guide?
-Without anything
if I have to.

Simon?

-Oh.
-Well, uh, we're lucky
they weren't too far away.

-Simon, are you all right?
-[chuckles]

Yeah, I'm fine
as a fiddle.

We better get started, Miss
Barkley. That Injun got a pretty
good jump on us last night.

Simon, I'm sorry I got you
into this. Very sorry.

I was so sure Nameh
would listen to me, but--

Well, you were right.
I've been a fool.

Oh, everybody's been a fool
one time or another, I suppose.

And don't you worry. I'll get
that Injun back for you.

No, Simon, you are
in no condition--

You saved my life last night,
Miss Barkley.

Well. Looks like he's just
draggin' himself along
on his hands and knees.

Poor Nameh.

If he's still alive,
he can't be very far from here.

He's probably turtled in
someplace over there.

-Turtled in?
-Mmm, yeah.

Yeah, an Injun'll do that.
Dig himself into the ground,
you know? Cover himself up.

It's a lot cooler
about a foot down.

If he is doing that,
he can't see us. We--

No, no. I didn't say
for sure that he's turtled in.
He could be playing possum.

Just waitin' for us to show,
give him a target.

[mutters]
You stay here.

[grunts]

Nameh!

No, Nameh! No! No!

Nameh!

Nameh! Nameh, he's only
trying to help!

Nameh!

No! No, Nameh!

-[groans]
-Nameh!

If you k*ll him,
you'll have to k*ll me.

I mean it.
You'll have to k*ll me too.

I will go back.

Simon.
Are you all right?

Yeah.

But if I get the measles,
you promise to nurse me?

Oh, it's a deal, Simon.
It's a deal.

Simon, I guess there really
isn't any way to say thank you.

Oh, it was just somethin'
that had to be done,
Mr. Barkley. That's all.

Well, I'll, uh,
see to the bags.

I'm sorry you missed
your hunt, Simon.

Ah, that don't matter.
There'll be other buffalo hunts.

Well, uh, I guess this is,
uh, good-bye, huh?

-I'll be back again next year.
-You will?

-Uh-huh.
-I'll have the shade on
the wagon fixed by then.

Good.

[dog barking]

MAN:
Giddyap! Hyah!