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Where's the bottle?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Landers. The bottle's empty.

It's the only thing that keeps me warm.

- That the last bottle? - That is the last, yes.

I'll die then. I'll die without it.

Mrs. Landers...

Can't you see the hand of death a-reachin' for me?

- Can't you see it, big sister? - Mrs. Landers...

- Don't you see the hand of death? - Would you say a prayer with me?

Did I tell you about my husband, Pack Landers?

He's waiting for us in Dodge City. You'll see.

He built us a farmhouse. He told me.

I got a letter right here.

Mrs. Landers, you showed me that letter.

The prayer begins,

"Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry..."

Mommy, I'm cold.

I know, my baby.

The cold hand of God Almighty,

a-reachin' out for Ivy Landers.

Sisters.

Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry...

Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry...

- for having offended Thee. - For...

having offended Thee.

I detest all my sins.

I... detest all my sins.

Because I dread the loss of heaven.

Because I dread the loss of heaven.

What in the tarnation we got here?

That there wasn't no people train.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, ma'am, miss, ladies.

I am called Mother Tabitha. And this is Sister Blanche.

- Sister Blanche. - And this is Sister Charles.

Sis... Charles?

We're looking for a Mr. Landers.

We understand he has a farm near Dodge City.

Wait, you don't mean Pack Landers?

- He's my father. - Mine too.

You mean these good-lookin' young 'uns is his'n?

Yes. The Landers' children.

Mama's down there, waiting for God.

She's dead in heaven. Are you a friend of our father's?

Friend?

Well, not exactly. Uh, I've knowed him.

But to tell you the pure old bee truth, I haven't saw him in quite a spell.

Could you give us directions to the farm?

Oh, yes'm. What you do now,

you just head right due west till you hit Little Haggard Wash.

Then you head right due north right up to the shack.

It's the onliest one out there, if it is still there.

Thank you, sir. I'm sure we'll find our way.

Ma'am, you ain't fixin' to walk clean out yonder, are you?

Why, that's pretty near six or seven miles.

Oh, that's nothing.

Sister Blanche once walked all the way from Biloxi to Kansas City

to join our order. We love walking.

Well, ma'am, maybe you don't know this,

old Hank here, he rents wagons.

We have no funds for that sort of thing. We'll walk.

Now... now, wait a minute, ladies.

I keep a-tryin' to tell you that that old shack's been plumb deserted for...

But Mrs. Landers said her husband was expecting her.

She asked to be buried on the farm.

I'll tell you, you ladies just wait right here.

I'll hitch us up a buckboard

and we'll drive out to that place you keep wanting to call a farm.

Whoa!

Well, that there's the Landers' place, ma'am.

Honest truth, that's it.

Oh, I've... I've seen worse.

- Maybe. - Gidup.

Whoa!

Ain't even got a front door on.

- Where's our father? - He cannot be very far, Gail.

Ma'am, just look around here.

If old Pack Landers is just half as far gone as this here place of his'n,

why, I wouldn't look for him no place south

of Upper Wolf's Ear, Sasakatchatchi. I wouldn't.

I sure hope they don't have a lot of long snakes around here.

- Sister Blanche? - Yes?

I'm fixin' to give you a Haggen guarantee

that this here is rattlesnake headquarters

of the First Congressional District.

And you just can't stay here. Just can't do it.

There's been somebody holed up here not more than a week gone, I'd say.

- Our father? - Well, it's hard to tell, honey.

With this here door off, could've been anybody.

Lots of spiders.

Oh, Mother, can we really stay here?

Of course, Sister. How else can the father find his children?

And don't forget, there's the burial.

Oh, with a little soap and water, we can really make this place look nice.

There's gotta be some soap.

Sister, there ain't even gotta be no water.

- Huh? - Of course, we get ourselves

a flash flood, then we'll be knee-deep in it.

Why, you can see the high water mark right there.

Nevertheless, we will have to wait here for Mr. Landers.

Ma'am, you ain't even got no supper vittles.

I'm hungry.

- Well, there's still some dried meat. - I'm hungrier than that.

Perhaps, Mr. Haggen, you could shoot us a turkey,

or something similar before you depart?

- A turkey? - Oh, praise the Lord.

There's nothing I cook better than a turkey.

- I want a drumstick. - Drumstick?

Wait just a blamed minute here now. This here ain't turkey country.

Few prairie chickens and a few jackrabbits.

You're lucky to get either one of them with a pistol.

Oh! Why, I can make a rabbit stew such as you've never seen east of Eden.

- Well... - And if you could scour me up

- some black-eyed peas... - Black-eyed peas?

- I'd really appreciate it. - Where am I gonna...

Well, what are you standing there for? Now, you just go on! Go on!

The pot is waiting on the stove! Now, go on.

- Can I go hunting with you? - Well, I reckon you can,

if you ain't a-scared of the wild turkeys stampedin'

and tramplin' us to death.

Drumsticks, black-eyed peas.

I never have saw such a case of runaway wishin' in all my born days.

Come on.

Not too much now, Sister. I'm done about to bust.

Ma'am, about this here order of your'n.

The Oblate Sisters of Providence.

And you all just... just go around a-startin' these here schools, do you?

Oh, in this case, yes.

We're going to Cimarron to start a school there.

And is this here just gonna be a regular school for readin' and writin'?

- And arithmetic. - And music and Latin and French.

And history and geography and religion.

And sewing and knitting and apple pandowdy.

- You can't teach apple pandowdy. - No?

Oh, but child, that's about the best thing Sister Blanche teaches.

'Cepting maybe corn fritters and pan-fried chicken.

Sister Blanche has a special grace for cooking.

Sister also has a box of spices and home-ground roots

that can kill the taste of just about anything.

- Ah... - Mighty good.

Mm!

- Amen. - Amen.

Well, I reckon I'd oughta be gettin' on back.

Ma'am, you sure you don't want me to stay here with you now, just...

just in case you'se get scared being by yourselves?

Thank you, Mr. Haggen, but we're not alone.

- Oh? You ain't? - God is always with us.

Oh, yes'm. I kinda forgot that.

- Well, goodnight, ma'am. - Good night, Mr. Haggen.

- Good night, Sisters. Young 'uns. - Good night, Mr. Haggen.

- Good night, Mr. Haggen. - And God bless you.

Thank you, ma'am. I'll be back tomorrow for the buryin'.

Ma'am, I know I'm kinda holdin' things up here,

but I just wanted to tell you what a eye-peelin',

upliftin', all-around day this here'n's been for me.

I mean, just a-watchin' you ladies

puttin' the good Lord to work like you done.

Why, it's just like he's sittin' right up there on the ridge-pole

a-waitin' to be told what ought to be did.

First thing, there wasn't no soap.

Then all of a sudden, you got two cakes of soap.

Then you all said, "Hold on now, Lord, where's that water at?"

Sure enough, he just led you smack dab to that water hole by your noses.

Then I... me... I went out yonder this mornin'

and shot them two jackrabbits on a dead run

at a good 30 yards with my pistol.

That there's something that I ain't a-fixin' to admit to at all myself.

I'll tell you, I just ain't never saw folks

go with God Almighty like you had him on wages.

I'll tell you this, hard as you worked Him, He must've liked it,

'cause for the first time in all my sinnin' days,

I felt Him a-lookin' at me all day.

Well, good night.

- Good night, Mr. Haggen. - Good night.

Bless, Lord God Almighty, this house,

and defend all who shall sleep in it,

all within its walls.

Such a blessing that the princes of darkness will tremble and depart.

What are you three black crows doing in my cabin?!

Three black crows.

And a bed full of white young 'uns.

And the crows kneelin' around in their black shrouds prayin' to God.

That's what we got here. No question.

What else we got here is three negra wenches

makin' theirselves to home in my cabin.

Movin' things around, scrubbin' where all they saw fit.

And general turnin' the inside of a man's diggins into a soap box!

Stinkin' of females and lye!

And just when I got things arranged the way I wanted!

Worstest thing we've got here by far

is three uppity wenches that just go right on a-mumblin' their jumbo

and castin' their witch's spell and prayin' to their black devil

just like as if a white man hadn't come through that door

two, not three minutes ago, and asked a civil question!

You savvy that kind of talk, don't you?

Well, now, you talk 'fore I snatch the tongue outta your head.

I am Mother Tabitha.

I don't care who you are.

It's what you are that bothers me.

We are nuns. Sisters of... What's nuns?

- We are of a religious order. - Hm.

Black magic, more likely.

- We teach school, care for orphans. - Kidnappers!

I knowed it the minute I clamped eyes on you!

Where'd you snatch the young 'uns from? Huh?

Where'd you get 'em? You talk 'fore I blow your nose off.

Huh. You three black crows won't have no nose.

You hear that?

You hear that?

Three black crows ain't got a nose.

Pack Landers is a poet.

If he's Mr. Landers, how come he doesn't know his own children?

Mother Tabitha, I purely think he's no fit father.

We'll have to wait until he's sober before we speak with him.

Don't you think we should tell him about Mrs. Landers?

Nothing must be said to upset him in his present condition.

Be very careful what you say.

You ain't mumblin' no more, you're whisperin'. Come here.

- We're sorry for the intrusion. - Shut up.

You ain't nothin' but squatters.

I was wonderin', sir, if you had your supper yet?

We have some jackrabbit stew here.

- Know your place, girl? - Yes, sir.

What's your place?

On the right-hand side of the Father.

- What father? - Our Father in heaven, sir.

You married, girl? Hm?

Where's your buck?

He is also on the right-hand side of the Father.

You saying he's dead?

He was, sir, but He rose again on the third day.

- She loose in the head? - No.

- But what she means is... - What's your buck's name?

His name?

His name is Jesus Christ...

sir.

Brides of Christ.

All three of 'em.

Now, if that don't beat the socks off a...

Mr. Landers, if you would only listen.

You see, before we leave in the morning...

You ain't gonna leave. Not a chance.

No, I ain't figured it all out yet,

but the three of you are gonna do me some good.

You're gonna pay me back for wreckin' my place and gunnin' my jackrabbits

and I don't know what all.

What can you do?

Sing?

- Play a trap drum? - I play the harmonica.

Well, now, you see, we can start with that.

We'll get a crowd that way.

We gotta get you out of them shrouds.

Where'd you get them things? In a graveyard?

They are called habits.

Ah...

We'll paint us a big sign, Sisters of the Bad Habits.

And we'll play one of them tunes.

Then we'll pass the hat.

And you'll all walk around there carryin' crosses.

Then we'll put up a tent.

Reverend Pack Landers

is savin' Kansas for the Lord!

Then the money will come rollin' in and...

Now, you two know where little ones belong at this hour of the night.

- Who's that man out there? - We'll talk about it tomorrow.

- For now, little ones need their sleep. - Is he gonna shoot the gun?

Why, no, dear. Of course not.

- He ain't our father, is he? - Such questions.

Now, don't you two worry your little heads about anything.

Just close your eyes and say good night to your guardian angel.

- Do you know what I bet? - No, what?

- He's our father. - But he don't even look like us.

Yeah, he sure don't.

This is the grave of Ivy Landers. It is a lonely place.

A place of stones, but where she wished to lie.

So, God, because there will be so long a loneliness for her

before the resurrection,

guard this grave well and keep it from wolves

and the river and those who would scatter her bones.

I thought I dreamed it.

I dreamed every bit of it.

T'weren't no dream.

You black crows usin' my place to bury people.

Well, they better have some rent money.

All right. Go on, get to work. Here, Jim.

Fill it in, we ain't got all day.

Just shovel with this.

I know Mr. Landers had every right

to know that his wife was being buried this morning, Marshal,

and that those children belong to him.

But we were so afraid he'd start roaring again if we woke him and frighten them.

Well, you did the right thing, ma'am.

Pack Landers is unpredictable when he's drunk.

Ivy buried.

And my kids.

Well, if you'd like me to, ma'am, I'll break the news to Pack.

I want to talk to him about his children anyway.

I'm as concerned about them as you are.

And as I am, Marshal.

But the way I... I been acting lately,

I ain't sure I want them young 'uns to even know I'm their daddy.

Sorry as I am, as God is my judge.

Why, of course, you want them to know. And I never wished otherwise.

Oh, I ain't blamin' you, Mother. No, ma'am.

Fact is I'm... I'm thankin' you humbly.

What I ought to do is get right in there and... and pack my possibles

and light out of here without a hello or goodbye.

Better them young 'uns never knew what a shiftless,

no account polecat their daddy really is.

Best I don't even look at 'em for fear I'll weaken in my nobility and...

and just rush right over there and hug 'em!

Lordy!

Ma'am, you see I...

About the children there, I'm gonna have a talk with Pack

and see if we can't make them a ward of the county where they'll be placed.

Placed? Oh, no.

I... Well, I'd appreciate it

if you permitted me to handle this.

There was a promise made concerning them, but...

Well, sometimes the responsibility of children

makes a man take hold of himself.

Well, yes, ma'am, but don't you all have your...

- your own business to attend to? - That's exactly the point.

Going on to Cimarron to open our school is our business.

But our business is also with those children.

Both falling under the heading of church work.

Well, I just don't know if... if Pack can change his spots.

Well, of course he ain't gonna change no spots.

A polecat looks the same and smells the same as long as he lives.

Mr. Haggen, I'm as well aware as anyone of Mr. Landers' shortcomings.

But we have here a very simple question:

Is it possible to reunite a father with his children?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'll... I'll just leave it in your hands.

But if you have any trouble out here, or if you even expect any trouble,

- you be sure and let me know. - Thank you, Marshal.

Matthew, that Pack Landers, he's a fella you gotta walk upwind of,

even if there ain't no breeze a-blowin'.

Well, those Sisters seem to think they can work some kind of miracle.

We'll just have to wait and see.

You think I'm a-fixin' to do the right thing, Mother?

That depends entirely on what you're fixing to do.

Well, like I said, it's wrong for me to shame them young 'uns.

I'm fixin' to leave. You think that'd be right?

I think that would be throwing out the babies with the bath water,

Mr. Landers.

- What bath water? - It's just a saying.

Uh, but I think some, um,

freshening of your person would help matters, yes.

You mean take a bath in real water?

And get clean clothing and new boots.

Bless you, Mother.

I knew you'd put my feet on the...

New boots cost money.

But surely, for the sake of your children's pride,

you can afford a new pair of boots.

Mother, if I had the money,

you wouldn't believe how I'd dress myself up for 'em.

Figure it'd take about $30.

Are you asking me for $30?

I'd buy the young 'uns some playin' toys too.

But we have no money, Mr. Landers.

None at all?

- None that is ours to spend. - Oh, I see what you mean.

You got a kind of a rule against spending.

What money we have is given to us in sacred trust.

I'd do the spendin', and I'd be sacred doin' it.

Mr. Landers, we are not permitted to spend such money

except for the precise purpose for which it was entrusted to us.

In this case, a school.

Could get by on $20.

I... I'll have to speak with the other sisters about it.

I gotta have the $20, though,

so I can clean myself of the mark of my shame for them young 'uns.

Let us hope it washes off as easily as you trade upon it.

Be a shame, Mother, if it don't.

No, that... that wouldn't be right.

That'd just be meddlin' in other folks' affairs.

Doc, I ain't sayin' I'm goin' out yonder and tell them how to do their business.

- What I'm sayin'... - I know what you're sayin'.

Now, you listen to what I'm sayin'. Those ladies are perfectly capable of...

♪ So joyous bringin' in the sheep

Now that, ladies and gents, is one to lift a man's spirits.

No. No, no whiskey, Miss Russell. Pack Landers is a reformed man.

Uh, little something to wet my whistle. Maybe a smidgen of beer.

- Beer? - Beer. Beer's what I said,

and beer's what I mean.

Nothing stronger for a man with responsibilities

and a man that's takin' them responsibilities serious.

- Responsibilities? - My kids.

Oh! Oh, you mean this is all... all in honor of your children.

My little lovin' darlins.

Hey, and you oughta see these here city toys I got 'em here.

The whistles there. And this'n here.

You tell me if that ain't something to set a kid's eyes goggle-eyed.

Ain't that somethin'?

You ain't never seen old Pack Landers duded up before, have you?

Kind of takes your breath away?

In a manner of speaking, Mr. Landers.

Somebody help you pick out them fancy duds?

- What do you mean by that, numb-nog? - Oh, never mind. Never mind.

He didn't mean anything, Mr. Landers.

I'm sure that you'll find that your children are gonna be overwhelmed.

Knowed it the minute I seen myself in 'em.

Kids got a right to see their daddy lookin' nice.

- Ain't that right, Doc? - Oh, no doubt about it.

Well, I gotta be gettin' back to them little darlins of mine.

I can't wait to see their faces

when they get a look at these here city toys I brung 'em.

Well, the good Lord is watchin' over you. I'll see you folks.

♪ Bringin' in the sheep Bringin' in the sheep

Smells like he's taken a bath in lilac water.

The thing that's worrisome to me

is where a bum like him got the money to buy them fancy duds with.

Same thought occurred to me.

And I don't trust that knucklehead

no further than I could throw my mule.

Amen.

♪ Bringin' in the sheep Bringin' in the sheep

♪ We was all so joyous

♪ Bringin' in the sheep

♪ Bringin' in the sheep

Leave go of my little darlins.

Let 'em come over here and play with the surprise I brung 'em.

Ain't that somethin'?

What name you young 'uns go by?

You mean you don't even know our names?

You can't expect me to remember everything. I been a busy man.

- I'm Gail. - I'm Toby.

You broke it, you ninny head! I ought to...

Mr. Landers!

Playin' daddy to my darlins takes a bit of usin' to.

Brung something else. Whistles.

You never seen a whistle?

You blow into 'em like this.

That's how you blow a whistle. Now, you young 'uns can try it.

It's a whistle! A nickel whistle!

You blow in it, you numb-nog!

How come you don't teach 'em nothin' about blowin' whistles? Look at 'em.

Neither one of 'em can blow a whistle!

Mr. Landers, I think the children have had a long day.

It's time for bed. Go with Sister.

Get over here, you little darlins, for your good night kissin'.

Mr. Landers, we must take things more slowly.

Yeah, I guess.

Mother, I been thinkin' on the road out there

about where I'd be raisin' them young 'uns of mine.

Maybe that place you're goin'.

- Cimarron? - Yeah.

Uh, I been thinkin' a lot about it.

And, um, I'm a master carpenter. I built this place myself.

And I could build that school for you right enough.

And that way I could bring the young 'uns along with me.

Coming with us to Cimarron?

Knew you'd like the idea.

'Course it's gotta be agreed in advance that I'm in charge, have a free hand.

- Mr. Landers, I don't think... - Charge of money and such.

Master carpenter in charge.

And that way you three black...

ladies wouldn't have to worry none about gettin' nothin' stole.

Mr. Landers, that is impossible.

The money for the school is not to leave my hands

until it reaches the contractor in Cimarron.

Hm.

Oh... well...

Well...

I'll be around anyway to see that you don't get cheated none.

I sure won't have no trouble sleepin' tonight.

Mr. Landers!

What you go and scare a body like that for?

I was just gonna watch it for you. You don't think I was fixin' to steal it?

That would be very foolish, wouldn't it?

Marshal Dillon would apprehend the thief within hours.

Yeah.

'Course he would.

Man'd be a fool.

Especial if he was in the way of earnin'

a piece of that money as a bona fide employee.

What I mean is, as master carpenter in charge,

wages ought to be...

$30 a month, that's a dollar a day.

You'd pay a Chinese track walker a dollar a day.

What I was wonderin' is how them rules of yours

read about givin' a employee

- an advance on his wages. - An advance?

Yes, two, three, four months...

Say 150... $500.

$500 now, so a man wouldn't have to think of stealin'.

Mr. Landers, that money does not belong to you.

No.

But them young 'uns do, don't they?

And you want those young 'uns to go along with you, don't you?

Are you offering your children for sale?

You cut it any way you like.

God help you, Mr. Landers.

You are not a fit father for those children.

Why you...

You ain't no mother, neither!

I ain't gonna steal the money.

I ain't gonna have to.

And I'm gonna be real decent about it.

I'm gonna give you till first light.

And then out you go, all three of you, and the young 'uns stay with me.

Unless of course you decide by then to advance me that 500.

I'll be just outside.

Good night, ladies.

- He tried to steal the money. - We heard.

What are we gonna do?

♪ Bringin' in the sheep Bringin' in the sheep

- Perhaps we should bury the money. - No.

We must notify the marshal.

Sister Blanche, you go into Dodge and try and find him.

- What should I tell him? - No sleepin' in there!

You crows be talkin' about my money!

Tell the marshal that if he doesn't get here,

I'm afraid Mr. Landers may be provoked into violence.

Yes.

Go through the back window, and be careful not to wake the children.

Sister Charles, help me barricade the door.

- When'd this happen? - This afternoon.

Walked in here as big as life.

He went in to Mr. Jonas's store and bought all them clothes,

but the confusin' thing was that he paid for 'em with a $20 gold piece.

And he said it was for advanced wages from them sisters.

- Wages for what? - Well, for bein' a master carpenter.

But I wanna tell you something, Matthew.

Any fella that built that there contraption out yonder

couldn't find his thumbnails if he had both hands stuck in the same pocket.

I agree with you on that.

I think I'd better go and have a talk with him.

Matt.

Sister.

Marshal, I'm afraid we need your help with Mr. Landers.

- Why, what's happening? - Well, he's... he's very drunk

and he's trying to steal the money we have.

And Mother Tabitha expects that he... he will become violent.

- Festus. - Look out...

You try to do the right thing, Ivy.

Nobody lets you.

I mean, I had the light. My feet on the good road.

And then they come up with their suspicions,

and like a thunderbolt outta heaven

I was back in the dark of my evil ways again.

I almost repented.

I want my kids, black mother, or that money!

I think Mr. Landers has taken leave of his senses.

I'm now afraid Mr. Landers had no senses to begin with.

You crows are running out of time!

Sister Charles, wake and dress the children.

We promised to unite a family. We have done that.

Now, we must separate them.

But, Mother, are we permitted to do such a thing?

Dress the children.

I said you crows are runnin' outta time!

Now, what'd you go and do that for, Ivy?

- Quickly. - But where are we going?

To Dodge City. From there, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

Mother, why can't you come with us?

I want my money! I ain't waitin'!

I'll have to keep talking to him while you leave. Go quickly.

Kids or money!

Kids or money!

Mr. Landers, you're making it impossible to sleep.

Well, I ain't sleeping neither.

Now, listen, talk business!

You are proposing that we pay you $500

in exchange for you allowing the children to accompany us to Cimarron.

I don't like children to be treated as if they were for sale.

Well, there's a lot of things I don't like neither!

And you're one of 'em!

You're one of 'em!

Get out here and talk about my money!

It's my house. It's my door. You hear me? My house!

You open it up or I'm gonna break it down!

It's my door! It's my house!

Mine!

It's my house! My door! You hear me?

Open the door!

Let's talk about money!

I'll break it down, and beat you over the head with it!

Don't you dare threaten me! I am a servant of God!

Kneel down and ask for your forgiveness.

Eh... I'll kneel down on that...

We're gonna talk about my money, aren't we!

We're gonna talk about money!

We're dying! We're dying, Lord!

I didn't mean those things I said, Lord!

Them three black crows did it all, it's their fault!

Look at me, I'm a prayin' man, Lord!

Look at me, Lord!

I'm a praying man, Lord!

Get on your feet!

Help me! Quick!

Where are the children?

They're safe with Sister Charles, Marshal.

Are you all right, ma'am?

It was a little warm in there, Mr. Haggen,

but thank God and whoever built such a sturdy fireplace.

Amen.

Troublemakers is what you are. Mindin' my own business.

You scrubbed my place so a man can't even sleep. You burned my place down.

Matthew, that loudmouth knothead, he ain't agreein' to nothin'.

If he doesn't turn those kids of his over to the Sisters legally,

there's not much I can do either.

They'll just have to become wards of the county.

But why can't we go with you, Sister?

We don't wanna stay with our father.

He doesn't smell nice all the time.

Oh, honey, if it were up to us, we'd scoop you right up into the stage.

And take you a million miles away.

Well, as you heard, Marshal, there's no convincing Mr. Landers.

Just a minute, ma'am.

- Festus, bring him out here. - You betcha.

Sit down there.

Darn tootin', you're gonna let me out.

You ain't heard the last out of me! I'm gettin' me a lawyer fella

- and a judge and one of them... - Never mind!

And I'm gonna sit 'em down, and figure out the damages!

- Just sit down right there, Pack. - What I've got to say about this is...

You've already had your say. Now, I'm gonna have mine.

This is a legal paper saying that you're gonna turn your kids over

to these Sisters for their education in Cimarron.

- I ain't signin' nothin'. - And this is a legal document

where I'm charging Pack Landers with one, arson,

two, attempted mayhem, three, attempted thievery,

four, disorderly conduct, five, trapping out of season,

six... maybe that's enough, huh?

It's enough to get you about 30 years.

Now, one of us is gonna sign one of these documents.

Which is it gonna be? It's only gonna take me

about two seconds to make up my mind.

That's more like it.

God bless you, Marshal.

And a special blessing to you, Mr. Landers.

They say God works in mysterious ways.

And I do believe that one day you'll be seated with the angels.

Angels?

Black magic. Her and them other two crows.

I was blackmailed.

And you were almost made a member of the human race.

- You mean it, Mother? - Indeed, I do. Into the stage.

Here you go, bug.

We have a special prayer for you, Mr. Haggen.

Oh, you hadn't oughta trouble yourself that way, ma'am.

It's quite all right.

Bless you, Mr. Haggen, for all you've done.

Oh, foot, it wasn't nothin', ma'am.

- God bless and keep you. - Much obliged.

Luck to you.

Pack!

You can't even blow a whistle, you numb-nogs!

- Pack, for the last time... - Numb-nogs!

- For the last time, get out of here! - Numb-nogs!

Pack.

Now, make up your mind, back to jail or out to those rocks of yours.

Just saying goodbye to my little daughter.