:12:00
Not so used
:12:02
to sleeping under the stars,
are you?
:12:11
Well...
there's nothing to it, really.
:12:16
just, uh, dig yourself
a little hip hole
:12:18
and then you fill a bandanna
:12:20
full of saw grass
:12:21
and stick that
underneath your head.
:12:25
It's the Lord's country,
Lincoln.
:12:28
Yeah... Lord's country.
:12:32
Land this beautiful...
:12:35
ain't no wonder
:12:38
everybody's
killing over her.
:12:44
She's been here
a long time before us.
:12:47
She'll be here
:12:49
a long time to come.
:12:52
you are a philosopher,
George Durham.
:12:59
Hyah!
:13:08
Brownsville.
:13:17
We're going
to protect
:13:19
you people,
least you can do
:13:22
is contribute supplies.
:13:24
you want a starving army?
:13:25
Who's going to keep
the crops safe then?
:13:28
you fellas there
:13:29
grab all the grub
you can carry.
:13:30
Get your irons and fall in.
:13:32
We're riding south
to kill bandits!
:13:47
Afternoon, Rangers.
:13:51
What's your business here?
:13:54
By order of the community
:13:55
I've got a vigilance committee
formed.
:13:57
Nary a Yankee, nigger
or Mexican among us.