Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are not yet his property.
Because I am happiest on a horse, riding where females are forbidden.
We're almost home.
You went over it. You went off the wagon trail.
Speak honestly as a man.
Stop.
Frank, you just missed some wonderful compliments about your horse.
This is the 7th. Yellow Hair's men.
If my chief wishes a fine horse,
- What's that? - Dates.
It is against the laws of the race.
to enter in the challenge
Get up. Hidalgo's up next.
We're almost home.
Get Al-Hattal.
Long Hair has promised me rock candy in Pittsburgh.
Cowboy! Cowboy!
Do you know who you'll be racing against, Mr. Hopkins?
You think we got one more in us?
I shall remove your head myself.
I only took the book to protect it from the raiders.
Wounded Knee Creek December 29, 1890
Where the old ones speak of the sand devil
You can go tell 'im to pound sand for all I care.
Last chance, cowboy.
Mix it with the water for... both you and your horse.
I don't think that was a compliment, Frank.
At your age, uncle, perhaps it is the only thing that might.
How many have fallen?
Well, good luck to you, too.
Ready when you are, brother.
You were defeated before this race began.
We will stay off the camel roads.
Foolish is a foreigner.
Indeed.
Where are they taking us?
The foal would need to be destroyed
Because the sacred is not for sale, as are you.
Do not react. Remain calm.
There is a tempest in my tent.
Look out!
Oh, well, don't mind if I do.
Somebody gotta do your work, goat herder.
With the 7th.
Hopkins. Frank Hopkins.
Hidalgo! Hidaldo!
Let go o' me, you rabbit-eared...
For taking me on gazelle hunts when the men make pilgrimage.
Alas, most of the riders do not even get halfway.
What matters to my house is honor.
Everyone's well behind us, Senator.
before the sun sets today.
We gotta make that tent camp by sundown.
I'm not here to insult anybody, sir.
You are beholding the last of the wild hostiles,
I can see that.
All right.
Let in the light.
if you will put that Colt pistol in the pot.
Hey, cowboy!
In the name of Allah,
You heard the Christian woman.
Come on. Get up.
I become his fifth wife. The youngest of his harem.
Cowboy! Cowboy!
Our culture revolves around our sacred horses, Mr. Hopkins.
Seems to me that's what will get you across a finish line.
I'm not sure what you're gettin' at, ma'am.
Goodbye, KOLA! You better watch your mouth, KOLA. What are you doing, little nig? MMC (October 11, 2025-Present)