01x21 - The Annie MacGregor Story

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Howdy, Jason. h*!

How much farther
do we make camp, Major?

Oh, just want to get across
that little wash out there.

What's that?

You hear it, too?

I sure hear something.

You think it could be Indians?

Doesn't sound like
any Indians I ever heard.

Ach, dinna be discouraged, lads!

Just one more will do it.

Now, put your shoulders to it.

All together now,
on the count of three!

One, two, three!

Heave!

What's wrong, laddies?

You have not run out
of wind, have you?

All together now.

Heave!

Now we've done it, laddies.

The wheel's broken!

We have nae got a spare.

Oh, what do we do now...

Whoa.

Well, I'll be.

It seems we have
company, Father.

Now, where did they come from?

Howdy.

Anything I can do
for you gentlemen?

Well, looked to me like
you could use a spare wheel.

Thought we might
lend you a hand.

No thank ye.
We've hands enough of our own.

But have you got a spare wheel?

And what business
is that of yours?

Well, I, uh,

just thought maybe
we could help you out a little.

If the day ever comes that
a MacGregor needs help...

What is it, Father?

Nothing that's
any concern of yours.

Ma'am, my name's Adams.

I'm wagonmaster
of this here train.

We heard your bagpipes
playing and came over for a look.

Oh, this is, uh, Jason Campbell.

Campbell, is it?

You wouldnae be one of the
Avon Campbells, now would you?

Avon? Is that in Pennsylvania?

My father means Glen Avon,
Mr. Campbell.

In Scotland.

Well, I'm afraid
that lets me out.

It doesnae matter.

A Campbell's a Campbell
no matter where he's from.

Father.

I'm happy you came
along, gentlemen.

It seems we'll never
get that wagon out,

unless you could
loan us a wheel.

Annie MacGregor,
you mind what I told you.

We'll not be accepting
any more help from outsiders.

Just a minute now, mister...

MacGregor, was that it?

There's no outsiders
out here on these plains,

unless it be the Indians.

Jason. Go on back to the wagon

and get some
of the boys help you

bring up a spare wheel for them.

You need nae trouble
yourself, Mr. Campbell.

We'll fix that wheel
by ourselves.

Father!

You heard me, Annie.

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

Good day to you.

Good day.

All right, laddies.

Let's get this wheel repaired.

We'll make it go!

Nobody can fix that wheel.

I know that.

Did you ever try
to argue with a Scotchman?

Well, no, but... Well, I have.

Come on, let's get
back to the wagon.

You mean leave him
stuck here like this?

What do you want me to do,

beg him to let me
give him a wheel?

You're not going,
are you, Mr. Campbell?

Oh, now, don't you worry.

We're planning on
camping here ourselves

just beyond that wash
over there.

Then you will help us.

Well, sure we will,

uh, that is if you can get
your father to let us.

I'm sorry he acted that way.

It's just that we've been
having such a hard go of it.

Easy there, lads.
Be careful now.

Careful.

Annie MacGregor,
would it be too much to ask

that my own daughter
do her share of the work

like the rest of us,

or would you prefer
to be passing the time of day

talking wi' a Campbell!

I'll be right there, Father.

I must go now,
but I'll be counting

on you tonight, Mr. Campbell.

Good-bye.

Annie.

Annie MacGregor.

Let's go. Wagons h*!

Sure a peculiar-looking lot,
ain't they?

It all depends on where
you're looking at 'em from.

Unh!

Come on, now, watch
what you're doing.

Get your mind on them horses.

Now, take 'em in easy.

Don't let 'em hang up on you.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

You better learn how to drive.

They don't seem to be having
any trouble getting across.

Neither would we, if our wagons

were as stout as theirs.

Aye.

What do you figure to do,
spend the winter here?

Step down from that horse,
you no good...

Hush, Father!

The man's only having
a wee bit of fun.

Fun, is it?
It's a sad state of affairs

when a body has to take lip
from the likes of him!

Mm.

You know, Charlie,
the days get longer and longer.

They sure do.

How 'bout a little two-handed?

Me? Ha.

No, I'm resting.

Go get Hawkes.
He'll play with you.

Oh, I got all of his money,

leastwise, all his wife
will let him play.

All?

Major Adams.

Yeah, Jase, what's on your mind?

We got a little problem
with the Scots.

Oh, what's that?

Seems that Claymore found one of

their cattle lost in the brush,

and he was taking it back to him

when the old man saw him
and figured he stole it.

Darn near split his head
with that cane of his.

Claymore's getting ready
to go after him.

You know, I had me
a feeling that old boy

was gonna give us
a little trouble sometime.

Man never gets any rest
around this outfit.

Um... where's my cane?

Thought you wanted
to play some cards.

Yes, sir.

What's all the ruckus
about here?

This ain't no mind
of yours, Major.

Well, it is as long

as you're toting a loaded r*fle.

Now, what's it about?

Well, that foreigner
over there started it.

Now he's gonna finish it,
or I am.

That old boy almost split
his head wide open.

I don't know who's to blame,

but there isn't gonna be

any sh**ting on this train.

You ought to know that by now.

Are you asking me
to let him get away with this?

Heh. I'm not asking
you anything.

I'm telling you.

Now, you put that g*n away.

All right, Major.

I'll let it go this time...

but you better warn
those foreigners

to keep out of my way!

Ach, Jimmy, you drank
the whole jug that night.

Oh, go on with you.

Smells good.

Good evening, Miss MacGregor.

Oh, hello, Mr. Campbell.

Won't you sit down?

Oh, well, thank you.

I was, uh, looking for you.

I wanted to talk to you.

Aye?

Miss MacGregor,
I don't understand

why your father
won't let us help him.

I'm afraid, Mr. Campbell,

you'd have to come
from Scotland to know that.

You see, the MacGregor
is one of the oldest

and proudest names there,

but here, my father feels

we're just a lot of foreigners,

and it's hard for him to take.

Well, now, that may be,
but to try it alone?

Oh, I don't want you to
think we're complete fools.

We didn't start across this
vast country of yours alone.

Oh, then you were
with another wagon train.

Aye, but it didn't
last very long.

What happened?

Too many jokes
about our pipes and kilts.

Even though we left
of our own accord,

we didn't get back the money
we paid for the trip.

My father's afraid
to risk it again.

We might reach California
without a penny to our names.

Well, now, I wouldn't want
you to do a thing like that...

but all wagon trains
aren't the same, you know.

Major Adams is a fine man,

and he wouldn't take
advantage of anyone.

I'm sure he wouldn't,
but what about the others?

Do you think they'd
accept us, pipes and all?

Now don't tell me
a little thing like that

is all that's holding you back!

A little thing?

A true Scotsman would as
soon kiss the Blarney stone

as to be without his pipes.

I should think
with the name of Campbell

you'd know at least that much.

Well, uh, back in Pennsylvania,

we don't pay much attention
to things like that.

But what about
your father and his before him?

Weren't they
proud of their name,

their ancestry?

No. No, not so you'd notice.

Oh.

And with the name
of Campbell, too.

Tsk. It's a strange land
the MacGregors have chosen

for their new home.

Evening, Mr. MacGregor.

If you've come about that man,

you're wasting your time.

He got only what he deserved.

Well, that, uh...

you know, that may be so,

but hitting a man over the head

isn't exactly
a friendly gesture, you know?

Especially if the man's
trying to help you.

The MacGregors have yet
to ask the aid of any man,

and as long as there's
strength in these two arms,

they never will.

According to Claymore
back there,

that's liable to be
quite a spell yet.

Aye, that it is, enough at least

to see us to New Scotland.

Once that's done,

well, it will nae
matter so much.

Oh, I'm forgetting my manners.

Pardon me. Sit thee doon.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Go ahead, man.

Just a wee bit o' usquebaugh.

All right, here.

Ha!

Well, I don't know
what you call that stuff,

but man, that's whiskey.

Aye, but a rare whiskey.

You know, Mr. MacGregor...

I wish you'd reconsider
my invitation

to join our wagon train.

You know, it's 1500 miles,

hard miles, between here
and California...

Or New Scotland,
if you want to call it that...

And it'd be a holy miracle
if you make it on your own.

I'm telling you, I'm not joining

another train, Major Adams.

I tried it once,

only to end up losing our money.

You don't have to worry
about money.

Your boys can work it out
along the way.

So it's charity now, is it?

No thank you, Major Adams!

The MacGregor may be poor,

but he'll not be accepting
another man's handouts.

I'm not offering you a handout.
I'm only trying to...

No thank you, Major Adams.

MacGregor, I'll be gol-darned

if you ain't the stubbornest
man I ever run into.

Bah!

Annie, 'tis getting late.

Aye, Father.

I'm sorry. I'll have to go.

Good night, Mr. Campbell.

Good night, Miss MacGregor.

Well, I suppose
you insulted him.

'Twas a civil tongue I kept.

Then why did he shout at you?

He asked that we join
his wagon train.

I refused.

Why, was the price too high?

Aye. He said he didnae
want our money.

Oh, Father...

Why must you be so proud?

Why? For the very reason
that I'm a MacGregor,

just as you're of my blood

and should be the same.

My own daughter
consorting wi' a Campbell.

He's not really
a Campbell, Father,

not the way you mean.

That may be, and he'll
never be a MacGregor, either.

Dinna ye forget that, lass.

It's just no use talking
any more about it, Jase.

Listen, I have seen
enough orneriness in my time

to fill these
whole plains out here,

and that old boy's
got 'em all beat.

But we can't just leave them
stranded out there, Major.

Jason, you know how many
men, women, and children,

good people there are
on this train

depending on me
to get them to California?

Well, listen, if that old
buzzard won't listen to reason,

he can just go to blazes,
as far as I'm concerned.

Well, I'm sorry, Major.
I know how you feel.

But somebody's gotta help
'em, and if you won't do it, I will.

No, you won't.

I want no more trouble.

That's an order, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Of course...

If I happened to be
bedded down at the time

and didn't happen to see anybody

sneak in there and put
a wheel on that wagon,

nothing I could do
about it, is there?

No, sir!

Thank you, Major.

Who's there?

Oh, 'tis you, Annie.

Aye, Father.

I was just getting
another blanket.

Good night. Good night.

Let's get this rig outta here.

Shh, take it easy.

Mr. Campbell, you've done it.

Annie, you shouldn't
leave your camp like this.

It's dangerous.
This is Indian country.

Oh, I'm going straight back.

I just wanted to thank you.

Did you get that harness
fixed, Charlie?

Yes, sir, I did.

Stock's all set, Major.

Fine, Bill, thank you.

Adams! Major Adams.

Well, good morning,
Mr. MacGregor.

Did you decide
to come along with us?

No, and I'm not likely to.

Major Adams, are you
responsible for that...

That trick last night?

Trick?

Somebody put a new wheel
on my wagon.

I want the name
of the man responsible.

You looky here, MacGregor.

I don't know how you figure...

I don't think anybody else does.

I'll tell you just one thing,
and then I've got to go to work.

Last night when I bedded down,

that wagon of yours
was still in the hole,

no good to anybody.

Now, if somebody comes
along during the night

and fixes it for you,

I'd think you'd be
a little bit grateful

instead of standing here trying
to make a jackass out of yourself.

I'm waiting, Major.

MacGregor, you're not
gonna have to wait long.

My patience is
just about to run out.

If you'll nae tell me,
someone else will.

Good morning, Major Adams.

Good morning, ma'am.

I hope my father
thanked you properly.

I mean, about the wheel.

Yes, he sure has.
He certainly has!

Excuse me. I've got
to get my wagons going.

Well, Father,
what did you say to him?

What did you say?

I merely asked him
the name of the man

who put that wheel on.

Is that all?

Aye, but I could've
told him more,

coming in the middle
of the night

like a pack of thieves...

Oh, Father, will you
never understand?

All they're trying
to do is help us.

Aye, but...

Morning, Miss Annie.
Mr. MacGregor.

Good morning, Mr. Campbell.

What's the matter with him now?

I'm afraid I should've
stopped you last night, Jason.

Are you serious? You mean
he's sore about the wheel?

Very.

Maybe I'd better
have a talk with him.

Oh, no! Being a Campbell,

that would be the worst thing
that could happen.

What's so wrong
with being a Campbell?

Well, nothing
that makes any sense,

but it seems some years ago
the Campbells

and the MacGregors
fought over some land,

and my father's
never forgotten it.

Look, Annie, maybe I'm
not the one to do it,

but somebody better talk
your father into joining this train.

You'll never make it
by yourselves.

I know.

Besides, I sort
of hate the thought

of not seeing you again.

Well, Hamish and Jamie

were going to try
to talk to him...

but he's a proud
and a stubborn man.

So.

You've talked it over
among yourselves, have you,

and maybe you're thinking
that I'm getting too old

to know what's right
and what's wrong.

Oh, it's not that, Angus.

You're as much a man today
as you were 30 years ago,

and we'll respect you the same,

only... well,

you're letting your pride
stand in your way.

You've lost your perspective

with the fire and smoke
before your eyes.

He's right, Angus.

Whether we like it or not,
we've got to join their wagons.

We cannae go on alone.

And what will you do
if I say nae?

Ach, there's only
one thing to do.

Let each man
decide for themselves.

So. You'd break the clan,
would you,

with only a word from each?

It's our lives
we're thinking of now, Angus.

Aye, little else.

Ugh, it's clear a MacGregor

will soon be no better
than a Campbell.

Do as you wish.

I wash my hands
of the lot of you.

You figure them Scotchmen's
gonna stay with us?

I don't know,
but I'll guarantee you

if they do they're
gonna sign the articles.

I'm not gonna put up

with any more
of their shenanigans.

Hey.

h*!

Howdy, Flint.

Howdy, Major.

What have you got there?

He's a Kiowa.

Tried to jump me
in the pass up ahead.

I staked him down and worked

up close to his village
last night

to take a look around.

Things seem peaceful enough,

but I don't know.

I got a feeling there
was something wrong.

If they're gonna
jump us, that pass

is the right place to do it.

Once we get started in
there, there's no turning back.

I know.

Maybe you'd better
get back up there

and keep your eyes peeled, huh?

Just wanted to deliver
my friend here.

You give him some food,
you might soften him up,

get some information out of him.

We'll take care
of him all right, boy.

Don't you go getting
lost up there, now.

If there's any Indians in that
pass, I want to know about it.

So do I.

Get down off of there.

Get down off of there!

Whoa. Tie him up
in the back of the wagon.

We gotta get this train moving.

Bill! Yo!

Come here.

Come out here.

Take care of this pony. Right.

How are the beans, Major?

Beans.

Dish up a plate
for our boyfriend, here.

I got a few questions
I want to ask him.

Untie him.

You hungry, boy?

Looky here, bucko.

You tried to k*ll
my scout out there.

Now, don't make me
any madder than I am.

Here, Father.

Here's some good stew for you,

and some hot tea.

I'm not hungry.

Tsk. Are you going
to stay mad like this

all the way to California?

Ach, makes no difference
how I feel.

It does make a difference.

Why, I haven't seen a smile

from the clan all day.

'Twas them that decided
to join this train, not me.

That's not what I mean, Father.

We're the MacGregor,

and if we fail to stand as one,

we might just as well
have not left Scotland.

And what about
your friend Campbell?

He's no a MacGregor, too.

He's a fine young man.

I never thought I'd see the day

when a daughter of mine
was warming up to a Campbell.

But, Father,
it's different over here.

They don't have clans
in America.

Aye, that's what's wrong
with this country.

I just wish you'd
talk to him once.

I'm sure you'd like him.

He's the man who put the wheel
on the wagon, is he not?

Aye, it was Jason.

I thought as much.

He shouldnae have done it!

But then I suppose
he meant it kindly.

Then you're not made at him?

Oh, 'course not.

And what about Jamie and Hamish?

Have you forgiven them, too?

We've come a long ways
since we left Glen Avon,

and we've come it together,

true MacGregors
every foot of the way,

and I'm not forgetting

that there's a far road
ahead of us.

Mind you, they shouldnae
have taken it on theirselves

to join this train...

but then, well...

Major Adams did say

that we would nae have
to put up any money.

We'll need what little
we've got left

when we get to New Scotland.

Then tell Jamie
and Hamish, Father.

You'll make them so happy.

Angus MacGregor goes to no man.

But if they wish
to tell me they're sorry,

then, by the rood,
they can come to me.

Angus MacGregor,
you're a good man,

and you've made me
a proud daughter.

Now, uh, you're not going
to waste that stew, are you?

Jamie, Hamish.

Come on over. You're forgiven.

MacGregor go braugh.

Aye! Aye!

♪ Ye banks and braes
of bonny doon ♪

♪ How can you bloom
sa fresh and fair? ♪

♪ How can you chant,
ye little birds ♪

♪ And I'm sae weary ♪

♪ Full o' care? ♪

♪ You'll break my heart ♪

♪ Ye warbling birds ♪

♪ That warble
on the flowery thorn ♪

♪ Ye mind me o' departed joys ♪

♪ Departed, never to return ♪

Major Adams, will
you join me in a fling?

Oh, thank you, Miss MacGregor.

If I didn't have this bad back,

I'd sure take you up on that.

Well, if you won't,
a MacGregor will.

Lead the way, lass.

Major?

Well?

Oh, you better come and
have a look at that Indian.

Something's wrong with him.

I never saw it to fail.

Man can't sit down
five minutes around this outfit.

Oh, Angus MacGregor,
tired already?

Oh, aye.

Eh, I'm afraid this got
the best of me.

I must've left the best of me
in Scotland, too.

Do you no care to dance, Jason?

Oh, well, I...

Come on, there's
always a first time.

Whoa now. Whoa. Easy. Easy, boy.

Easy. Maggie, Bessy, easy now.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Down. Down, boy. Down.

Whoa! Whoa, now.
Whoa, whoa, easy!

Claymore, you having
trouble with the stock?

It's those...

blame foreigners
and their freak music.

Why don't you check
with Major Adams?

The devil with Adams. Take him.

Wait a minute, Claymore.
You better take it easy.

I've had enough trouble
with those people.

Whoa, son. Whoa. Whoa.

What's troubling you, boy?

Spirit.

Bad spirit.

It's them bagpipes.

You. Tell me. Truth.

I throw you. Evil spirit.

Now, what about pass?

I always speak truth.

Medicine bad.

In pass, no attack.

You lie.

Brothers in pass.

Wagons go through.

You attack, huh?

No. No lie!

Cry of spirits evil!

Tell truth.

Kiowa lie.

Evil spirit come.

No! No!

Major? That Claymore's
gone back to the Scotch camp.

He claims their music's got
the stock all riled up.

Oh? Charlie, you stay here
with this Indian boy

and don't take your eye
off him, you hear me?

Bill, you go on back
with the stock.

Yes, sir.

Now I know what they mean

when they say the stars are
close enough to touch.

Yeah.

What's it like
in Scotland, Annie?

I don't know, really.

After America, mostly it's tiny.

You feel you could
hold all of it

right in your hand.

Huh.

But what makes
a family like you just...

Not a family, Jason... a clan.

All right, then, a clan.

How come you just
picked up and made tracks?

Well, the answer to that's easy.

You've done the same thing.

Oh, well, with me
it's different.

Oh, not so different, Jason.

We're looking for
the same things, you know?

Fresh beginning,

without any of
the old grudges or feuds...

Heh.

And none of
the prejudices, either.

I think I can understand that.

I hope you find it, Annie,

all of you.

I think I know how much
it means to you.

Thank you, Jason.

I hope you find
what you're looking for, too.

I think I already have.

Don't you blow that thing

once more, Scotchman.

Just a minute there!

I don't aim to stand for
any more of that noise.

And what may your objections
to our pipes be?

Our horses and our cattle,
that's what.

Why, they're half out
of their wits with fright.

Then I'm thinking you'd
better move your horses!

Well, you're thinking
wrong, old man.

You foreigners are the
ones that better move.

Nobody wants you tagging
along with this train nohow.

That's enough!

You'll be sorry for that!

Aye, laddy! Give him
one for the MacGregors!

Come on, Campbell!

Whenever you swing
on me, Johnny Reb,

you'd better make
the first one count!

Now, get back there.

What's this all about?

This lout came charging in here,

insulting
the whole clan MacGregor.

I struck at him, I did.

Is that true, Claymore?

It's that squealing.

It's got our horses
bucked up to where

they're not fit for pulling.

The sound of our pipes
has never disturbed our beasts.

Well, maybe they're
used to it, MacGregor.

I'm sorry, but I'll
have to ask you

to keep your pipes quiet
for the rest of the night.

Aye, you can ask
till you're blue in the face.

The MacGregor pipes
will be blown

when I order them to be.

Maybe you'd best just keep
your mouth closed for a change,

'cause I won't stand for
anything riling up our stock.

You see? They're
no different from the others.

You see now why I didnae
want to join them?

Ach, Angus is right.

We should've listened
to him in the first place.

Aye, it's the truth!

Father, Major Adams
is only doing his duty.

Have you forgotten what happened

on the other train, daughter,

how they didnae like our pipes

and made fun of our kilts?

No, Father, I haven't forgotten,

but we must go with Major Adams.

We'll never make it alone.

No, Annie.

No!

I made a mistake once,

but this time I'm putting
my foot down.

We're leaving
your train, Major Adams.

You're wrong, MacGregor,
but that's your business.

One of these days, Claymore,
you're gonna push me too far.

Too far.

Aw, shut up.

Uh-oh.

Well, what happened?

Well, I, uh...

You what?

Well, you see, sir...

I see what?

I left you here
to guard one Indian,

one lone Indian hog-tied
to a wagon wheel,

and you let him get away.

Would you mind telling
me just how you did it?

Well, Major sir, things are
not always as they appear.

You mean what?

What he's trying
to tell you is...

I'm not interested in
what he's trying to tell me

or what you've got
to say, either.

Lucky he didn't get his skull
cracked open, you numbskull!

The next time I want somebody
to guard a new-born calf,

I'll call on you, Wooster.

Yes, sir.

Don't "Yes, sir" me.

No, sir.

Oh, what the devil is the use.

He didn't give me a chance...

Why don't you quit flapping that
big mouth of yours and just shut up?

Bill! Yes, sir.

Come here.

Get all the wagons loaded up.

I want to roll at dawn.

You think we're gonna
have trouble, Major?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna start

through that pass as soon
as it's light enough to see.

Get 'em moving. Yes, sir.

Major Adams. Yes,
Miss MacGregor.

I'd just like to
tell you I'm sorry,

and I'd like to thank you

for everything you've done.

Well, I haven't been able
to do very much.

At least you tried,
and I'd like to thank you.

Good luck, Miss MacGregor.
Good-bye.

Annie, you've got
to stay with this train.

It's too late.

Anyway, maybe my father's right.

Maybe we just don't fit
in with other people.

But that's not true.

Look at the way
they were tonight

before that Claymore butted in.

You and your people do belong.

Annie, we...

We can't leave
each other like this.

I love you, Annie.

And I love you.

Then come with me.

Major Adams could marry us.

I can't do it.

I can't leave my father now.

It would break his heart.

All right,
then I'll stay with you.

No. No, you belong
with your people,

just as I belong with mine.

But, Annie, we love each other!

Please, don't make
it any harder.

Maybe we'll see
each other again...

sometime.

Good-bye, Jason.

Good-bye.

Annie.

Everything's all right
down the line, Major.

Climb aboard
and get ready to roll.

All right, everybody,

pick it up
and get ready to roll!

Well, Jase?

Aw, you couldn't do it, huh?

Nope, they wouldn't come.

That's too bad. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, Major.

You did everything you could.

Well, I wouldn't let it
worry me too much, boy.

I got a hunch we're gonna
see more of them Scotchmen.

I sure hope so, Major.

Women and children inside!

Keep down and hold tight!

We're gonna roll.

Wagons h*!

Hyah! Git on there!

Good-bye, Jason.

And good luck to you.

Let's be loading up, lads.

We've a long day afore us.

We're heading in now, Wooster.

Keep 'em rolling.

Yes, sir.

Is everyone ready?

Not yet, Father.

One of the water kegs
sprang a leak,

but Jamie's fixing it now.

Well, we'll not have any trouble
following the trail for a time.

It'll be clear enough
with such a large train

as Major Adams' to follow.

I suppose you're right.

What's wrong, Annie?

You still thinking

I didnae do the right thing?

You did what you thought
was best, Father.

Aye, I hope so.

He's a good man,
that Major Adams,

not like some of
the others we've met.

I wonder if we'll
ever see them again.

Still thinking of that
young Campbell, are you?

Annie, I want you
to know that my decision

had naught to do
with the young Campbell.

For being a Campbell, he's...

Well, he's a mighty decent lad.

I think he is, too, Father.

Start 'em rolling, lads!

The MacGregors are going
to New Scotland!

Adams, hold up!

Hey, Major, hold it!

h*!

What's up, McCullough?

There's a couple of hundred
Indians headed this way.

Have we got time
to reach the flat? No!

We haven't got time to fort the
wagons. Everybody underneath.

Take cover, Wooster.

Hold your fire.
Wait for me to sh**t first.

Hold your fire, boys,
till after I do.

There's sure a lot of them.

Don't look too good, does it?

Nah, there's just
too many of them.

Major Adams, it's them.

It's the MacGregors. They're
coming through the pass.

Well, I'll be.

What's that old
Scotch fool trying to do,

commit suicide?

They're coming at us
from this side, Major!

Hold your fire till they're
right on top of us!

Spirits.

Evil spirits!

If anybody'd told me
this would happen,

I'd call them a bald-faced liar.

I don't believe it.

All I know,
them Indians is leaving.

You must live right, Charlie.

I still don't believe it.

Hey, Palmer! Train coming.

Wagon train h*!

You know, I still
can't figure out

how you got old Angus

to agree to let
you marry a Campbell.

Ah, well, you see,
Jason's a smart man.

He promised to name
our firstborn MacGregor.

Well, now, that part
of it was easy,

but what if it's a girl?

By that time, it'll be too late

for my father
to change his mind.

Hyah! You go.

h*!

What train is that?

Don't you know Major Adams
when you see him,

you lunkhead?

Sorry, Major!

Didn't recognize you
behind all them minstrels.

Say, mister,
your bloomers match that skirt,

or have they got
lace on them? Ha ha ha!

Why, you ignorant numbskull,
come down off that perch

and I'll give you
a lesson in manners.

Come on, MacGregor!

Ach, keep out of it, Angus.

It's not our fight.

Let the Americans
fight among themselves.

Have you forgot?

The MacGregors are
Americans, too, now!

Come on! Aye!

Come, Hamish! Let's go!

Come on.

All right, then.
Put 'em up there.

Put 'em up there.

Oh!

Come on, MacGregor!

Ach, but you didnae
fight like a MacGregor.

Goo!