:11:04
Name's George Durham.
:11:20
( coyote howls )
:11:25
( bird hooting )
:11:31
Not so used
:11:32
to sleeping under the stars,
are you?
:11:34
( howling and barking )
:11:41
Well...
there's nothing to it, really.
:11:46
just, uh, dig yourself
a little hip hole
:11:48
and then you fill a bandanna
:11:49
full of saw grass
:11:51
and stick that
underneath your head.
:11:54
It's the Lord's country,
Lincoln.
:11:57
Yeah... Lord's country.
:12:01
Land this beautiful...
:12:04
ain't no wonder
:12:07
everybody's
killing over her.
:12:11
( coyote howling )
:12:13
She's been here
a long time before us.
:12:16
She'll be here
:12:17
a long time to come.
:12:21
you are a philosopher,
George Durham.
:12:25
( horses whinnying )
:12:27
DRIVER:
Hyah!
:12:35
Brownsville.
:12:45
MAN:
We're going
to protect
:12:47
you people,
least you can do
:12:49
is contribute supplies.
:12:51
you want a starving army?
:12:52
Who's going to keep
the crops safe then?
:12:55
you fellas there
:12:55
grab all the grub
you can carry.
:12:57
Get your irons and fall in.
:12:58
We're riding south
to kill bandits!