Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hear the Big Belt in the Blue has beavers the size of bobcats.
Must have missed another war down there.
Congratulations, Two-Tongues. Wonderful wedding.
Lord hope it be a white man.
Use this blanket, boy.
Have a nice honeymoon, Mrs. Johnson.
Just as fast as you can find them.
We never see them.
You've been up here too long, believing in this!
Gone where?
It doesn't matter. They do.
What?
Nobody knows where he came from, and it don't seem to matter much.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Johnson.
Crow only come with medicine men and burying parties!
You're on good terms with them
...and also, young lady...
A chief, name of Mad Wolf. Nice fellow, don't talk a hell of a lot.
Tie him off, boy.
At least to be remembered on some man's lodgepole.
...get out of these mountains.
Yup Dicks
And die, you must!
You better go do likewise.
French missionaries taught him their language.
You won't make it.
The Rocky Mountains Is the marrow of the world.
And said goodbye to whatever life was down below.
Them is Flatheads, and they've hurt nobody that I know.
...the Almighty ever made on Earth...
Not a surprise
...from crotch to eyeball with a dull deer antler!
Some say you're dead on account of this.
Good thing to know...
He don't say a lot, does he?
Brandon—
Cedric!
Stole my pelts. Not to mention what they done to that boy's folks!
Day 14 of the Covid-19, stay at home order.
...the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world."
I'm half horse, half gator, and a touch of the earthquake.
She's gone.
You cook good rabbit, pilgrim.
Yep, Crow.
Thank you.