Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I recall, Thomas, this one is yours.

Well, they may not deserve it

She's a survivor.

You're always welcome in it, Lighting with the Yellow Hair.

Take it off. [grunts]

[horse whinnies]

I know because I made him tell me.

No money, nothing.

and clouds are alive and they decide to let it rain.

What are they gonna eat?

And you're the perfect size: big enough to be a prize,

But how can that be?

Same as you apparently. Hunting bandits and strays.

Let's get 'em mounted up.

I sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

You grab a plate, you grab a fork,

Ain't enough wagons to circle anymore.

You use that word in front of my child again...

- Where? - Couple miles north.

Down. Down, son. Down.

Can I get some help here?

it's a pretty good idea...

Wagons don't go that way anymore.

Let's go, sweetie.

and no evidence the human race still exists.

Ain't my first trip through the plains.

Made speechless by its endless uniformity...

You can save your thanks for them.

Six of yer boys was gathering 'em up.

I might have overestimated my appeal.

James: I count twelve.

They're guests. Guests don't wait in line.

It simply became another race.

That's too much.

Keep holding the herd. Don't worry about them.