:12:03
Good afternoon, Mrs. B.
:12:07
Damn fool!
:12:08
At least wait till the smoke clears.
:12:11
We seem to need a few supplies.
:12:14
All new camp, the way I hear it.
:12:18
You've got sand, boy,
but less sense than a sack of beans.
:12:22
We've got no choice.
They ruined McPherson's shack.
:12:25
Busted some others.
If it snows, the children will get sick.
:12:30
Go on!
:12:35
I expect you'll pay for all of this
in gold, right?
:12:39
When I put together a few ounces,
I'll bring them in.
:12:43
It'll take more than that.
:12:45
Throw me that ledger!
:12:48
The last payment you made...
:12:51
...was eight months ago,
when Lindquist brought his dust in.
:12:54
There's no color left in Carbon Creek.
:12:57
Then why is LaHood driving us out?
:12:59
He ain't used to being said no to.
:13:02
There's color and nuggets.
Spider panned one out this morning.
:13:07
Spider Conway? I've got that
son of a bitch down for $85.33.
:13:12
Forty-three cents.
He wants cyanide to bleach his dust.
:13:15
That tears it!
:13:17
Tell Spider...
:13:18
...and the others that this is the end
of the line.
:13:21
The tit's gone dry!
No more credit, you hear?
:13:24
You're a decent man.
:13:28
We're grateful for what you've done.
:13:30
Don't coddle me! I ain't doing this for you.
:13:34
I'm the only merchant in town
LaHood doesn't own.
:13:38
It does my soul good
to see a few thorns in his side.
:13:42
One day, when we strike it big,
I'll pay you off myself.
:13:48
With interest, Mrs. B.
:13:52
Just get your goods
in that wagon and skedaddle.
:13:55
Keep moving no matter what they say.
:13:59
You take care, Hull.