Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- State your business or be on your way.

- Rumors and dreams built this whole world, honey.

- With us, I mean.

- Oh, I'll be there every day.

Pecking at the ground.

- I love you both.

Who is she to you? - She's my daughter.

Time will come when you blame yourself.

Otherwise I'm living out here in the sagebrush with you.

- Go north. Hit the Bozeman trail.

And you ain't dying.

- Men are such fucking cowards.

- You know what the hell he's talking about?

- We head to Laramie.

- Doesn't matter why. We just can't.

These wagons won't make the trip in time.

Y'all made good time.

And leaving with him on Friday.

- I'm not sure what Oregon looks like

She can't drive.

And we know absolutely nothing of it.

I am the only lighting.

[Margaret singing lullaby]

My Heaven is filled with good horses and open plains

- See you there.

You think they'll make it to Oregon?

- What's wrong with her? We don't need no smallpox.

And the death is working its way up.

It's a shame that the question's even being asked.

What's Oregon like...

Ask about what's this sound and this animal...

Ain't no doctor can help her.

knew too much about the nature of man