Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can see that.
Goodbye, KOLA! You better watch your mouth, KOLA. What are you doing, little nig? MMC (October 11, 2025-Present)
Speak honestly as a man.
With the 7th.
We're almost home.
Stop.
For taking me on gazelle hunts when the men make pilgrimage.
Frank, you just missed some wonderful compliments about your horse.
Our culture revolves around our sacred horses, Mr. Hopkins.
I don't think that was a compliment, Frank.
Everyone's well behind us, Senator.
I shall remove your head myself.
Cowboy! Cowboy!
In the name of Allah,
before the sun sets today.
Alas, most of the riders do not even get halfway.
Where are they taking us?
You were defeated before this race began.
Get Al-Hattal.
Come on. Get up.
You think we got one more in us?
You went over it. You went off the wagon trail.
Where the old ones speak of the sand devil
Cowboy! Cowboy!
Do not react. Remain calm.
You are beholding the last of the wild hostiles,
At your age, uncle, perhaps it is the only thing that might.
There is a tempest in my tent.
I'm not sure what you're gettin' at, ma'am.
This is the 7th. Yellow Hair's men.
Last chance, cowboy.
You are not yet his property.
I only took the book to protect it from the raiders.
Well, good luck to you, too.
Because I am happiest on a horse, riding where females are forbidden.
Let in the light.
We will stay off the camel roads.
Long Hair has promised me rock candy in Pittsburgh.
Oh, well, don't mind if I do.
It is against the laws of the race.
Somebody gotta do your work, goat herder.
Indeed.
Because the sacred is not for sale, as are you.
Let go o' me, you rabbit-eared...
We're almost home.
You can go tell 'im to pound sand for all I care.
You heard the Christian woman.
Hey, cowboy!
All right.
Look out!
Wounded Knee Creek December 29, 1890
Do you know who you'll be racing against, Mr. Hopkins?
We gotta make that tent camp by sundown.
How many have fallen?
I become his fifth wife. The youngest of his harem.
Hopkins. Frank Hopkins.
Hidalgo! Hidaldo!
I'm not here to insult anybody, sir.
What matters to my house is honor.
If my chief wishes a fine horse,
if you will put that Colt pistol in the pot.
The foal would need to be destroyed
Foolish is a foreigner.
Get up. Hidalgo's up next.
- What's that? - Dates.
Mix it with the water for... both you and your horse.
Ready when you are, brother.
to enter in the challenge
Seems to me that's what will get you across a finish line.