DOUGLAS: Well, and to what
do we owe this visit...

from the cattle baron?
l've got a touch of hangover,
bureaucrat. Don't push me.

MAN: Whoa-ho, McLin!
Say, those are lndians.
Are there lndians
in this homestead land?

Friendly lndians, my boy.
MAN: Whoa-ho, McLin.
G. W: Whoa-ho,
Running Buffalo.

Ho, McLin.
Long time we don't
get drunk together.

And it's going to be
a lot longer time...

because it's against the law,
and you're with a sheriff.

And have l got my hands full.
They came into town
to meet the train.

The old lndian chiefs
are coming home.

l heard they'd been pardoned.
SHERlFF: They don't know
when it's arriving...

this week, next week,
or next month,

so, in the meantime, l've got to
do something with them.

Could l cut out a couple of head
of your steers to feed them?

Otherwise, some of
these settlers' milk cows...

are going to disappear.
That's right, McLin.
Ha ha ha!
Cut out whatever you need.
Sheriff, are you going to
encamp these savages...

with all these settlers?
You're asking for trouble.
Mr. Douglas, l already have
plenty of trouble.

Please stay off my back.
Running Buffalo, bring your
people over to the clay slide.

Hello, Mr. McLin.
Tiny Mouth, it's nice
to see you!

You wouldn't believe it now,
but 20 years ago, she was
a mighty handsome maid.

20 years ago, you
thought so, too, Mr. Douglas.

G. W: Ahem.
DRAGO: lt was just like this.
l had a dead bead
on old Running Buffalo,

and my Sharp
.50 caliber misfired.

That was back in that trouble
in the forties, remember?

G. W: l remember.
You want to taste something
come directly from heaven?

Where'd you get this?