Original subtitles

Hey, that's all right, boys. That's all right.

Ha, ha, ha.

Any of you folks seen Dickie?

Dickie's out there standing guard for us. I got chores for him.

Oh, Jonathan, they'll wait. He's down there waiting to give us the high sign

when Miss Carter comes along.

Are you almost ready? She's fixin' to come this way!

All right, shake a leg, fellas.

Come on, Tex. Tighten that up.

All right, Dickie. Just as good as done now.

Afternoon, Miss Carter!

Why, Dickie, you're shouting.

I sure am, Miss Carter!

Oh, goodness.

Well, what a nice surprise.

♪

Well, it's perfectly beautiful.

I had no idea I was traveling with a group of artists.

We're gonna be short a lot of barn paint, ma'am,

but I reckon we won't be building any barns for quite a spell.

Well, as for that "just married,"

That's a little previous, but I forgive you for that.

Thank you.

Are you just right pleased, Miss Carter?

I'm just right pleased, Dickie.

And very touched.

I sure never let on, did I? I been near bustin' to tell you...

"Bursting." Yes'm. But I never let on, did I?

Mm, you're the best secret keeper I know.

I... I do appreciate the thought. Thank you.

We just wanted to give you a little send-off, ma'am.

That's enough of that palaver.

Now, Charlie and Bill, get that box over here.

Put the top on to set things on.

Come on, get the things over here now.

I don't know what to say.

You really shouldn't give me all these things.

Well, that's a fool thing to say.

Didn't your proper Boston upbringing

allow you gracious receiving?

This was all your idea, wasn't it? Oh, no, it wasn't.

Now, I've buried two husbands and living with a third,

and I'm not liable to well over

just because somebody's going to have their first,

at your age.

Oh, no, Hazel, you can't break up your set for me.

Jonathan and me want you to have it. No, please, Hazel.

Now, we talked it over.

Why, the way you've been with Dickie, helping him

and lending him all your books,

we'll just never forget that... never.

We just want you to be so happy, that's all.

I'd like to be as happy as you are

with Jonathan and Dickie and the new one.

Oh, I hope you feel a sight better than I do.

I declare I do.

You take care of yourself, now.

Now, here. Here's something to keep you and your man warm.

Oh, it's cold as sin here on the plains in the winter.

Why, Mrs. Anderson, it's perfectly beautiful.

But the hours you must have spent!

I've got lots more hours than I have money, and that's a fact.

How can I thank you?

Well, just by saying it out plain.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Welcome as can be. You know that.

Just see that this is a good marriage.

I am making a good marriage. I know that.

God love you. You don't know much about anything...

Not about living, you don't.

But you're good and kind

and you've waited a long time for a man.

Now, I just hope he's right for you.

You're forgetting I've had lots of proposals,

and, well, I just never found anybody I wanted to marry

until Bert... I told you that.

Yes, you told me that.

I'll treasure this, you know.

Just remember,

men take a little knowin'.

Well, I hope he has a very elegant house in Branton City.

Oh, I'm sure he has.

If you're ready to leave, Major gave me leave to drive you down.

Oh, how nice. We can go on with our argument.

Discussion. Yes, ma'am.

I'll just put these things in the wagon,

and I want to find Mr. Webb and say goodbye to him.

He's over there by that clump of trees.

Why don't you say goodbye to him and I'll put these things in the wagon.

All right. I won't be long.

Vivian. Oh, Mrs. Carson.

Rodney and I want you to know we plan to send

your wedding gift from San Francisco.

That's awfully nice of you, but there's...

Not that you need anything, mind you,

but Rodney and I want you to have something special,

not just something that we happen to have around.

I like anything my friends give me.

Well, we just wanted you to know what we planned.

That's awfully nice of you.

Came to say goodbye.

I want to thank you for all your help.

I don't know how I could've managed

all these months without you.

Goodbye, Mr. Webb.

I thought we were friends. Aren't you going to say goodbye?

Anything?

"Goodbye" is too little to say.

Anything else would be too much.

I hope you find wonderful ranch land

and lots of happiness.

I don't want you to go.

You don't... want me to go?

For the love of heaven, Vivian.

We're past playing games at our age.

You've been around long enough to know when a man's in love with you.

No, I... I didn't know.

Truly, I had no idea in this world.

Oh, Christopher...

I guess you didn't know.

Thank you. I am honored. I didn't realize.

You should know. At your age, you should know.

Age has nothing to do with it.

Wait a bit. You've waited this long.

Maybe you should wait a bit longer.

Are you telling me I don't know my own mind?

At my age?

I know about loneliness, Vivian.

Sometimes it destroys good judgment.

You get to thinking that maybe being with anyone is all right,

just so long as you're not alone anymore.

I'm not marrying Bert out of loneliness.

You mustn't say that.

Now, you wanted me to talk.

Vivian, when my wife died,

I needed someone so,

I'd have laid down my life to the first woman that smiled at me.

But I had three kids to raise.

Well, they're raised now,

and they're on their own.

I'm gonna find that ranch

and a good woman to live on it with me,

someone to talk to, share with,

to grow old with me and blot out the loneliness.

I hope you do, Christopher,

and thank you for thinking it might be me.

Why shouldn't it be you?

Why, you know me better than that Bert fellow you're gonna marry.

We're different, you and I.

You've had your one love. Now you want a companion.

But I want love, romance and excitement.

There's only one love in everyone's life,

and I've found it with Bert.

You don't believe that.

You can't go on looking for the same things you did when you were a girl.

You must know that love can happen more than once.

Oh, Christopher,

how awful if you believe that.

I should've just said goodbye.

Pa says I should return your books, Miss Carter

and say thank you.

You tell your father I want you to keep them.

I sure am obliged, ma'am.

I'm gonna miss you very much, Dickie.

Yes'm. Me too, Miss Carter.

If you want to get to Branton City before sunset, we'd better get started.

I'm ready. Bye, Dickie.

Remember what I told you, now.

Bye. Goodbye. Hey!

You're gonna strain your eyes.

I don't really have to see the words.

I think I know all of Mr. Browning.

Do you like him?

Never met him.

You don't really care much about books, do you?

I used to read a lot when I was a boy. I don't have much time anymore.

Besides, I like people better, that's all.

You can learn a lot about people from books.

You can learn more about people from people.

Which brings us back to our old argument.

Discussion.

All right. Discussion.

Your Mr. Browning, did he write about people

Mrs. Anderson or Dickie

or most of the folks you'd meet on the wagon train?

No, not exactly, but as wonderful as they are,

they're not the only people in the world, you know.

They're the only people you've ever really known, aren't they?

Why, of course not. What a ridiculous thing to say.

They're the only people you've ever really come to know. Isn't that a fact?

No, that is not a fact.

What'd you think I was doing all those years in Boston?

Taking care of your father and reading books

and not living a life of your own.

Staying to care for my father after my mother died

when he needed me so desperately

was certainly leading my own life.

And it was what I wanted to do.

You mean, that's what he wanted you to do.

Most women want a man and a family of their own.

Naturally, but not at the expense of someone you love.

Come on, now. That's no excuse.

Your father was a big-time gambler.

There must've been lots of people that would take care of him.

And if you'll excuse my saying it,

if he was as handsome and as dashing as you say,

he must've known lots of women too.

He could've gotten married again.

He never would've married that kind of woman.

He made his money gambling, but he never

he never let either my mother or myself come in contact

with that kind of life.

He needed culture and refinement.

In a way, I guess he was ashamed of his lack of education.

Even the fact that my mother was fragile

and her family despised him

I guess was kind of a challenge to him.

It's hard to explain that kind of man.

In many ways, he was very tortured.

Hmm. But he was the most handsome

and truly romantic and dashing man I'd ever seen.

Till you met Bert Johnson.

It's very strange in many ways.

Bert is very much like my father.

You cold?

Oh, Flint, I'm frightened.

I don't even remember what Bert looks like.

He might not even know me.

Everybody gets jumpy before a wedding.

It's been six months since I've seen him.

Such a short time that I knew him.

He really might not remember me.

Maybe he's changed his mind.

Will you stop worrying? It's gonna be all right.

I'm not a bride. It's too late for me.

I'm Miss Carter, maiden lady.

Why should he want to marry me?

Because you're a very special woman.

We'll be getting into town pretty soon.

I'd better freshen up. I'm not the wind-blown type.

And I'm not interested in what type you think I am.

If you weren't about to get married, I might tell you.

Well, here we are.

Would you unhitch the team and take them over to the stables?

Sure. Thank you.

Now, everything is gonna be all right.

You've got a Bert Johnson here, haven't you? That's right.

Would you tell him Miss Vivian Carter's in the lobby?

Yes, sir.

If he's as dashing as you say he is,

he'll be right down.

Are you as beautiful as I remember you,

Vivian Carter?

Exactly as I remember you.

Oh, darling, darling!

I thought you'd never get here.

Six months is too long to wait for someone you love.

Oh, Bert, if you only knew.

If you only knew.

Oh, Flint?

May I introduce you?

This is Flint McCullough. This is Bert Johnson.

Hi. Mr. Johnson.

Flint is the scout on the wagon train

and a wonderful friend.

You're a very lucky man, Mr. Johnson. I know that. I know that.

If you'll excuse me, I'm sure you have a great deal to talk about.

I'd be honored to have you join us for dinner, McCullough.

Thanks very much, but, uh,

three's a crowd.

My wagon's out in front

with everything I treasure on it,

including my white wedding dress.

Your, uh... Your wedding dress?

I know it's silly, but I've always dreamed

of a white gown.

Well, it is ridiculous for a woman my age.

Well, I guess I'd better go out and see that it...

Well, of course you'll wear white.

That's what all new brides wear, isn't it?

And don't speak about age, darling.

We waited this long so we could be sure.

We'll unload your wagon later. Right now you're going to have dinner

and tell me about Boston and all you've done since I last saw you.

Miss Carter wants your finest room,

and have somebody watch the wagon till we get back.

This way, darling.

"Sky... what a scowl of cloud

to near and far, ray on ray,

split the shroud.

Splendid, a star."

Browning, isn't it?

Oh, darling, you know it.

You gave me the book. I got the idea I'd better read it.

But you didn't mind, did you? It isn't wrong

to love the good things of reading, to want to share them.

Of course it isn't wrong, darling.

And I didn't mind reading Browning a bit.

I love you, Vivian.

You do, truly, don't you?

Truly.

I believe you now, my darling.

When you first told me, I...

I thought it some kind of a cruel joke.

You remember my father just died,

and suddenly you were there, telling me you loved me.

I hardly knew you.

You seemed so hurt, so alone.

I needed to believe you,

but at first I couldn't.

But there wasn't time, Vivian, to do the proper thing.

I looked at you, and...

I fell in love.

Then you asked me to marry you.

And you kept me waiting over a week.

But I'd waited all those years for you.

All those long, empty years.

Oh, you ain't spent all your life on a wagon train.

I can sure tell that.

Freda, I'm just a country boy, and I don't know anything about women.

Oh, well. "Here comes the bride."

There's something to laugh at.

Imagine that old maid calling herself a bride.

You can hardly call her an old maid.

Oh, poor Bert Johnson. Poor Bert.

"Poor Bert Johnson"? I think he's a very lucky man.

What do you mean by that? Just that.

She's attractive, intelligent, and very, very womanly.

Don't waste any sympathy on Bert Johnson. Save some for me.

What do you mean, "womanly"?

Just that. Motherly, you mean.

You know, Freda, you're just like I am.

You don't know anything about a woman.

And I'm not smart

and I'm not rolling in money,

but I know men.

I believe you.

And brains ain't the thing a man looks for in a woman.

I'm smart enough to know that.

Freda, I didn't mean to rile you.

I don't know what I said, but I'm sorry.

You said "womanly."

I'll never say it again, all right?

Let's get some air, huh?

Tomorrow morning. We'll be married tomorrow morning, darling.

Oh, yes. We've waited too long already.

And you won't have to be lonely anymore.

Oh, congratulations! Come on.

No!

Very, very womanly.

"Love on wheels"... That's you, huh?

I'm sorry, Miss Carter. Come on, Freda.

Oh, that's all right.

Thank you for your good wishes. You just startled me, that's all.

Oh, listen, you came as quite a shock to me, too, honey.

Come on, Vivian. It's time we went in.

Maybe the lady doesn't want to go.

Maybe she'd rather stay here and be womanly.

Go right ahead, honey.

Hey, why don't we all have a little drink, huh?

You're drunk.

Ohh... Get her out of here.

She has had a few too many drinks. That's my fault.

But she is a friend of mine.

In which case, she's a friend of mine too.

We'd love to have a drink with you.

Let's go get the lady a drink, huh?

Very, very womanly.

Don't be upset. She didn't mean any harm by it.

♪

Well, I don't know how they do it in Boston,

but in Branton City, ladies don't drink on the street.

We could never hear ourselves talk over all that noise.

Why don't we go over to the cafe?

Would you get us some wine? All right.

You get it, will you, McCullough?

McCullough's getting the wine.

Why don't you eat something, Freda?

No, I don't want anything to eat.

Harry, bring us some wine glasses, will you?

Is Branton City your home?

Right now it is.

What little I've seen of it, it seems like a very pleasant place.

Hah! It's a hole.

Flint was our scout on the wagon train.

He's really a very wonderful person.

You two sure scratch each other's back, don't you?

Well, we became very good friends.

FREDA: I know, I know, I know.

Heard all about it. "Womanly" was his word.

You are attractive,

intelligent and womanly.

I'm older than Flint. I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

Well, come on. Let me in on the joke.

She thinks I'm jealous of you.

Come on, Vivian. We'd better leave. Oh, no.

Not until I have a chance to toast the bride and groom.

Oh, Bert, Bert.

Why don't you forget about that toast, Freda?

No one has a better right.

Please, go ahead.

Oh, humoring me, are you?

No. Of course not.

All right. All right!

Here's to rich old maids and the men who marry them.

Don't pay any attention to her, Miss Carter. She's drunk.

No, it was my fault. I insisted on hearing it.

I think you've had enough.

Bert, don't leave me!

You can't have him! He's married!

You can't believe her, Vivian.

I didn't mean to say it! I wasn't going to!

He's married to you?

I'm used to doing his way. Ten years, everything his way.

I thought I could do this. Freda!

He's got a way of making you believe.

But I couldn't. I couldn't!

You've been married 10 years?

Don't listen to her, Vivian. She's nothing but a cheap casino girl.

He's right. I've done it all... everything.

Everything but lie!

Vivian... Oh, Bert, Bert!

Mr. Johnson, I'd leave her alone.

Miss Carter!

♪

Bert Johnson?

Thanks.

It won't do any good to go after her now.

And if you find her, she won't have you.

Don't try to think like Vivian, Freda. You don't know how.

Now, get out of here, while you're still in one piece.

Oh, Bert, I didn't mean to say it.

I wouldn't spoil things for you.

The words came out. I couldn't stop them.

You're stupid. Too stupid to live.

I've done a lot of things for you for a lot of years.

All I knew how to do. You thought it was good enough then.

Now, you get out of here! You make me sick!

You're quite a man, Mr. Johnson.

You can hit a woman in the face, but you hit a man in the back.

I thought you'd be gone by now.

I just don't like loose ends.

You kill him?

I should think you'd want to.

I thought about it.

Only, it wouldn't be womanly, now, would it?

If you really want to bring him out of it in a hurry, use this.

Uh-uh.

He can't leave me while he's laying there in a heap.

How come you didn't go through with it?

You mean, letting him marry her?

Mm-hmm. You had it planned from the beginning, didn't you?

Sure.

All I had to do was let him marry her.

And I was willing, too, for her money.

The way we talked,

he'd leave her after a while,

and then Bert and the money would come back to little Freda.

Too bad you didn't keep your mouth shut.

She really thought she was in love with him.

Maybe you didn't notice.

Bert began to think he was in love with her too.

You mean you'd have let him marry her for money

but not for love?

You two really deserve each other.

You trying to make the Comanche camp before sunset?

You're heading there straight as an arrow.

Ho, there, team! Ho!

You know, there's a rumor going around

that Indians and whites aren't getting along too well.

If we head due south, we'll catch the wagon train before sunset.

I don't want to catch the wagon train.

Just tell me where I can get to the nearest town.

I'm afraid the nearest town is Branton City.

I will not go back to the train.

Would you rather live in a tepee?

There must be a settlement where I can get transportation to get me back to Boston.

There is. It's along the route of the wagon train.

But if you try to get there alone, you'll never make it alive.

I can't. I can't face those people on the train.

Everything's gonna be difficult for a while.

Have you ever heard the major yell at me? Hey!

Wagon!

Here comes a wagon!

That's McCullough.

Ho!

Well, I'll be.

Ho, there. Ho.

You're six hours late, McCullough.

I'm sorry.

Now that I know I can get through

Comanche country without a scout, maybe I don't need one.

I presume you did bring the supplies. Nope.

I delayed him, Major.

Oh, Miss Carter, I...

I thought you were leaving us.

To get married? Why,

I thought so too, but I guess we were both wrong, Major.

The lady changed her mind.

It happens all the time.

Get back, get back, all of you. Go on, get back.

That's right, folks.

Get back to your wagons. We've only got one more hour of daylight.

Charlie Wooster,

come over here.

Get up there and drive for her, will ya? Yes, sir.

He can drive for you till suppertime, ma'am.

I am tired. Thank you.

I'm real sorry, ma'am.

You would have to open your big mouth, wouldn't you?

What'd I say wrong?

Oh, what'd you say wrong? You block head.

Come on! Me and my big mouth. Come on! Get out of here!

Here's your coffee, Mrs. Anderson. I'm much obliged.

You tell Vivian to pack herself out here. I'm fixing supper for her.

No, ma'am. I ain't likely to say any more to Vivian than I've already said.

How did she seem? Very quiet.

Not a peep out of her the whole afternoon long.

She was so happy.

She had such high hopes.

Well, who hasn't? You've got to live each day

of this life as it comes and fill it with meaning

instead of high-flown dreams.

Yesterday, just yesterday, she was talking about

how she wanted a baby right off.

Well, she'll get married.

The last good man in the world didn't die yesterday.

I'm a living testimonial to that...

That it can still happen.

No need to stand on ceremony. I'm returning your wedding gifts,

because there's to be no wedding.

I'm fixing you some supper,

and you sure can't eat it with both hands full.

I'm trying to free them, Mrs. Anderson.

Please, if you... if you take them from me,

I'd hate to just set them down here.

We'd all be a might happier if you'd just set yourself down

and behave yourself.

Hazel, your candlesticks are on top. Would you mind?

Oh, Vivian, honey.

Jonathan and me give it to you. We didn't even know him.

Nor did I, apparently.

Hazel, please, will you take it?

Please!

Please...

I'll never forget that you wanted me to have them.

Please...

Can't you make it easy for me?

Vivian.

Now you are humbling yourself,

and you're humbling us, and there's no need for it.

I don't want your pity.

Then don't act pitiful.

How dare you talk to me like that?

I can talk lots worse than that.

You've got to get hold of yourself. Just look at you.

Aren't you ashamed, making this display

and enjoying such a suffering good time?

You missed a bad marriage. You're very lucky.

Haven't you got sense enough to know that?

Is she sick, Mr. Webb?

She don't seem herself.

She sure don't look like herself.

It's a little like being sick, Dickie.

A little.

Try to comfort her, Mr. Webb.

That was a terrible ordeal for her...

Those common women.

No one means her harm, Mrs. Carson.

They're just not her kind, that's all.

Women like that don't know what humility is.

I can't help wondering just whose idea it was

to call off the marriage.

Of course, I'd never dream of asking.

Please.

Please just leave me alone.

I'm ashamed I was rude,

but I can't come back right now and face people.

Please don't ask me to.

I won't.

I just came to tell you I was around

if you needed someone.

That's very kind, but I've had quite enough

of patient, gentle looks from patient, gentle people for a while.

You want me to go? Go? No.

By all means, stay.

Stay and remind me that I'm not a girl anymore

and that a woman my age shouldn't go on talking about true love.

Now, don't do that, Vivian.

That's what you came for, isn't it?

To tell me how right you are

and how wrong I am?

I came to ask you to marry me.

Oh.

Yes, that's a very noble thing...

To save an old maid from shame.

No.

I just came to ask the woman I love to marry me.

I guess I could've picked a better time.

A ranch someplace?

A marriage to blot out your loneliness?

That was your offer yesterday, wasn't it?

It was my offer today too.

How's that, ma'am?

It's fine. Just fine.

Thank you both very much.

What would you like us to do with this?

Burn it.

Or save it for the next old maid

who comes to ride with you.

It's as good as new except for the paint.

Just roll it up, Charlie.

I will, but it seems awful wasteful.

Don't you ever get tired of talking? Not a particle.

Talking is one thing I can do without thinking.

Well, maybe I can put it a little better than that.

No, sir. That's the smartest thing you've ever said.

You think so? Yeah.

Miss Carter, we're gonna be moving out soon.

You want one of the boys to drive you for a while?

I can manage on my own, thank you.

All right. Hurry up, you two.

I'll give you a hand up, ma'am.

I'm perfectly capable of handling myself.

Come on, let's go.

Seth'll take your money. Howdy. Hello.

Hi, Mrs. Anderson.

Well, have you missed me? Been heartsick.

You been gone?

Only for a week.

I haven't seen Vivian Carter around anywhere.

You're no different from the rest of us. None of us see her.

Did she leave the train? Only in a manner of speaking.

She stays in her wagon mostly since she came back.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Mm.

Ladies.

Miss Carter?

You have a gentleman caller. Are you presentable?

Perfectly.

Well, how are you...

Well, now, what's happened to you?

Nothing.

I've never seen you look like this before.

Have you been ill?

I'm very well, thank you.

You know, just because one man turns out to be...

a disappointment to you,

that's no reason you have to make yourself into something that you're not.

Flint, I don't wish to discuss it.

I've been fed a steady diet of pity and advice,

and I don't need yours.

All right.

I guess all you need is Mr. Browning.

Good morning, Christopher.

Morning, Vivian.

Thank you very much.

Christopher,

I came here this morning on purpose.

I came to tell you that if you still want me,

I'll marry you.

I'll make a good wife,

someone to share with and talk to

and blot out the loneliness.

If you still want me, that is.

That's what I came to say.

You didn't say you loved me.

I'm fond of you.

I'll make a good companion.

No, you won't.

You said I was too old to believe in girlish things

like "one true love," and of course you're right.

You just hear the things you want to hear, don't you, Vivian?

Well, you don't qualify.

You don't know the first thing about making a happy marriage.

Very well, Christopher. If you don't want me.

You think that looking your age is the answer?

Making yourself all go plain and dried-up?

You don't want me.

That's all I need to know.

No.

No, I don't want you.

Not this way.

I wanted someone to

grow old along with me.

I don't even know you.

And what's worse,

you don't know yourself.

And that's a rotten shame,

because somewhere once

I saw something in you to love,

something that...

that could've made us both proud.

♪

Hup, now! Hup, now!

You're holding us up, Tate.

Pull out of line if you can't keep pace.

Get up in there! HAZEL: Jonathan,

I can't stand much more of this bouncing around.

I'm doing the best I can, Hazel.

Get up in there!

Get that trash out of the way!

I'm not getting out of line, Carson! My wife's ailin'!

Hyah!

Pa, Ma's got awful pains!

I know, Dickie!

It's all your fault! I told you!

All right, now, you white trash. Stop it.

Come on out! Come on!

All right, you two! Settle down!

You dirty white trash.

If you done anything to hurt Hazel, I'll kill ya!

All right, you two, just settle.

Tate, you'd better go to see Hazel. Yeah, yeah.

They got enough problems.

I don't know what got into me.

Just got so sick of hauling their junk.

Tired of looking at it. It was your fault.

I know, I know. I'd undo it if I could.

Do you suppose she's hurt?

I'll go to find out.

You'd better be thinking of how you can make things up to them.

Can I help? I don't know.

Webb, I don't know what to do. I think she should be moved, but I can't do it.

I'll take care of her. You'd better get that boy out of the way.

And get a hold of yourself.

There's a bottle by my bed in the wagon.

It'll ease her pain.

"Grow old along with me."

The best is yet to be.

"The last of life for which the first was made."

Christopher, I'm all right. Don't be making such a fuss.

Now, you just hush. Save yourself.

There we are.

Jonathan, he was all to pieces.

Oh, you know, men folks always go weak

when their own women have pain.

I'm obliged to you, Christopher.

Here. Come on.

Take hold of my hands.

Hold real tight. It'll help.

Is she all right?

Hazel's a fighter. Show her, Hazel.

Try your grip on Vivian.

You're nice to come, Vivian.

I'm not nice, Hazel.

But I want to be.

I want to be.

Now, Hazel, all you've got to do

is take a couple of good swallows,

and the pain'll go.

Oh, Christopher,

let me learn to know you.

All it takes is time.

You have some kind of trouble down here, Webb?

She'll be all right.

I'm giving them my outfit.

Christopher's coming to ride with me.

You all right, Mrs. Tate?

I'm fine.

"Grow old along with me.

The best is yet to be.

The last of life

for which the first was made."

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Rollin' on the prairie where there ain't no grass ♪

♪ Rollin' over mountains where there ain't no pass ♪

♪ Sittin' on a board eye in the weather ♪

♪ Prayin' to the Lord we stay together ♪

♪ Side by side ♪

♪ On the wagon train ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Pickin' up a passenger in every town ♪

♪ Wonderin' if he's ever gonna shoot you down ♪

♪ Lookin' for a pal Ain't it a pity? ♪

♪ Lookin' for a gal Needn't be pretty ♪

♪ If she'll ride ♪

♪ On the wagon train ♪

♪ Wagon, ho ♪

♪ Gotta keep them on the run ♪

♪ Time to go ♪

♪ And follow the sun ♪

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Never had a cabin near a general store ♪

♪ Only had a wagon and a .44 ♪

♪ Sittin' on a board eye in the weather ♪

♪ Prayin' to the Lord we stay together ♪

♪ Side by side ♪

♪ On the wagon train ♪