Now you let Mommy do the talking.

Yes, Mom.
But he has no horse.
No talking.
Good morning.
- You look like you've had trouble.
- Yep.

I lost my horse a few days ago
getting away from some Indians.

We made dry camp last night
above the llano.

Sam here smelled more Apaches,
nuzzled me up.

So I thought I'd put some miles between us.
But why? We're at peace with the Apache.
- We have a treaty.
- Yes, ma'am.

Now I got to get me a new horse,
borrow or buy one.

I can pay you in United States script.
I'm riding a dispatch for General Crook.

- My name's Lane.
- I'm Mrs. Lowe.

I'm Johnny.
- The water sure looks inviting.
- Well, help yourself.

Watch out for that dog, son.
Could you hire me or sell me a horse,
Mrs. Lowe?

Of course. I've only got plow horses,
and two that are only half-broken.

The hand that was breaking them for me
got hurt and had to go to town.

- You mean you're staying here alone?
- Oh, no.

No, my husband is up in the hills...
- working some cattle.
- Oh.

He would pick today to be away,
when we have a visitor.

I'd enjoy meeting him, ma'am.