next time i raise pigs, by golly! you never hear of anyone running off pigs, i bet you.
or bumble bees, by golly.  i show them dirty rustlers!
is no time for kaffee-klatch while a man's beef is been run off.
brad!.  is no time for lolly- gagging.
is no time for talking weddings.  better say prayers for those dirty thieves, by golly.  running off a man's beef.
look! look!
mama!.  oh please.  please no.  brad!
ethan is about to mount when mrs. jorgensen comes up and catches his arm.
yah.  just about this time a year ago.
the lord giveth--the lord taketh away.
it's this country killed my boy!.  yes, by golly!
by golly, the letter.  in the chest, mama.  it came for you, ethan.  last winter.
joab wilkes of the rangers brought it.
charlie.
by golly! a letter?
yah?
you stay, charlie.  after all, charlie brought the letter, laurie.  he got a right to listen too!
from the beginning.
who cares what he spells it? read the letter.
that means mister futterman is dead, by golly.
good! a young man should get married early in life. right, mama?
every young man should at least once. go on, laurie! read!
is no way to treat a letter, laurie . mama maybe you better read it.  my wife was a school teacher, charlie . she reads good.
they never find that girl.
they're here, mama.  come in, come in.
nooo.  yah, by golly.  one jug left.  i get it!
hi!.  you're late.  hurry.
ethan.  martie.  no, don't get down! . you can't come in!
the rangers are here!
why, my laurie's getting married.
wait! don't you hear me! the rangers.
you been posted for murder.  both of you.  that trader fella, the late mister futterman.
go around the side.  the grandmother's room.  i'll tell her.  please!
quick.  hide in the barn, ethan.
look everybody.  look who's.
good night, ed.
now, mamma!.