Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sobbing]
- Show me your leg.
Feel better?
We're gonna head north from here.
- Don't that figure.
What a silly thing to scare me.
- No.
- You want some bacon?
- I look at you for what you are--
- Oh, my God.
But it's a week's drive on a wagon.
Another future awaited them, and it lay in the abyss
So we do this now?
- All this land is owned by the boss
- Hm.
- Wait. Wait... We go with you.
- Fever's broke.
For giving her so much rein.
Nobody can.
When you die, you go there.
Shea: Gotta bury that leg.
- More than I care to.
Pulling out worms.
- Ain't blame.
- The only people who know what it looks like are already there.
[James cries]
We ain't starting nuthin'.
[laughs]
The land is filled with all you hold dear
They are to be avoided at all costs, because their fear
- Well, he's coming to.
- Where'd they go?
That ain't one of yer good ones, is it?
What is this thing we all share...
[horse whinnies]
- Make me a promise.
Gunfights do not a battle make, "Captain."
- No, there's another word, it's not...
[groans]
[music]
- You her father?
When they start, you can hear the man
- Leave 'em.
[panting]
- In the foot locker!
the most important thing to me on this planet.
[music]
We should do it now.
Wondered if they staked their claim in Wyoming
James: How long's the trip?
They just don't know what to say.
[gunshot]
- She won't take water.