Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Forget oil and take them gifts.

They've been laying back trying to catch us off guard.

She's got the notion the crow feeds on the warpath and grabbed Cousin Pearl.

Miss Jane's car just turned to the gate.

It's not for your young, tender ears.

Why, he'd give the Indians his whole oil field and his money to boot.

You're after the Clampett money, too!

They've been putting you on.

Well, so long, little fox.

Any sign of Injuns, Ellie?

That ain't no watch.

He's not... Chief, what in the name of Tonto are you doing?

That's the bravest thing I've ever seen.

Won't you come in?

Give me them turnips.

So he could slip through their lines, Ellie.

That day, Mr. Drysdale, that Crowfoot tribe will be on us like a pack of wolves, racing around the house on their war ponies, screeching their blood curdling yells, flinging their lances and tommyhawks, shooting their burning arrows.

Well, good yet, I don't know how you made out with the Chief, but I sure gave his son a skinning.