- All right!
- Burt, get serious.

Yeah! You make it sound like a war.
What've you got against being prepared?
Walter's got a CB radio.
Why aren't you calling Bixby? The police...

We can't reach outside the valley
because of the mountains.

You're next. Sit down, look scared.
The phone's out. The road's out.
We're on our own.

You two are just loving it, aren't you?
Nancy, don't get personal about this!
We've got to do something.

Hell, yes!
We are completely cut off.
We got the cliffs to the north,
mountains to the east and the west.

That's why Heather and me settled here.
Geographic isolation.

- There's got to be a way we can get help.
- This isn't the moon!

What are you going to do,
walk the 38 miles to Bixby?

There's Walter's saddle horses.
That's it. You're welcome to them.
Somebody could ride to Bixby.
That's not bad.
Who's best on a horse?
They better be fast.
We don't want to be stuck
on a couple of canners.

- Those snakes couldn't travel that fast.
- For all you know they could fly.

What do you want?
This Colt or Edgar's old rifle?

- Here's some Swiss cheese and bullets.
- Thanks.

- You guys all set?
- Ready as we'll ever be.

We're going to find that college girl,
tell her to get her ass back into town.

Good idea. We'll stop by the doctor's place
and see if they went into Bixby.

Wait a minute, guys.
Take something that packs
more of a punch than that.30-.30.