Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Against the tree.
- I'm dying.
[groans]
but she made me promise she'd die first, so...
- I know how.
Sumbitch can drink that whiskey.
- Okay.
But I'll say this--
Don't know anything about this place.
- It was a hell of a thing riding with you.
I used to hunt that valley as a boy.
The back of my head throbs with every step of my horse.
- State your business with the fort.
- Somebody made war on them.
[groans]
- I'm sorry.
Man: Come on! Let's go!
And even if her liver does heal, sepsis is in her.
but this is hard to beat.
- You were right, honey. That was smart.
Elsa: Are we in Montana?
- What happened? - She was shot.
- What's a doctor gonna do for her?
[laughs]
Not till you're so drunk you can't see straight.
It is the world of you.
[chanting in Crow]
(weak) This is the spot.
[sigh]
- I gotta talk to my wife.
- Josef's leg got's to come off.
- I'm working the saw.
[birdsong]
- CY part of the Wyoming Stock Grower's Association?
And she can't go.
- We're gonna keep moving.
- Let me choose the spot. Please?
- Mm.
- All right.
And tragedy is contagious in this place.
- They're fine. Ate good.