:45:01
Oh, you don't have to do that.
Really, it's nothing.
:45:04
This hand is cut.
I've got to put ointment on it.
:45:06
It's just a scratch.
:45:08
Sir, it'd give me pleasure
to take those two tackies...
:45:10
Forget it.
:45:12
They've never been anything
but trouble since we started out.
:45:23
Come on, Posey.
:45:26
- What is it?
- Could be Comanche!
:45:30
What is it?
:45:32
Godless Comanches.
:45:33
- I killed one.
- All right.
:45:41
Mrs. McCandless!
:45:45
Toby!
:45:48
Mr. McCandless, that's your wife!
:45:52
- Hey, wait a minute.
- Toby! It's my little boy!
:45:55
That was the wind you heard,
that's all. Now, come on.
:45:58
Come, baby! Come, Toby!
:46:01
Toby, come to Mama!
:46:03
- My baby!
- Relax.
:46:07
Toby.
:46:10
It was my baby. Oh, Marty, help me.
:46:13
Help me. It's my little boy,
he's across the river. He needs me.
:46:17
The Indians will get him!
He needs me! The Indians!
:46:21
Clegg, if you and those two idiot sons
of yours cause any more trouble...
:46:27
...l'm gonna have you
slapped in irons!
:46:51
Hiya, Guth!
:46:55
Pull up a chair,
have yourself some breakfast.