As the morning sun slips over the ragged peaks of the distant range, the stagecoach rolls along the dusty narrow road bound for Pleasant Hill.
Looking very pale from the constant rocking is California Carlson.
Up along Cassidy at his side is pretending not to notice his pal's flight.
The other passenger, a Chinese gentleman and evidently a scholar, dozes peacefully in his seat.
Doggone it, Hoppy.
Riding this stage is worse than trying to ride a steer.
Getting seasick, California? Well, no, but I'm trying to lose an interest in the scenery.
Well, next time we take this trip, Popper will be in shape and we'll ride in style.
I wonder who our oriental friend is.
Why? He won't say a word.
Looks like he's going to steer, but every minute's going to be the next.
Your profound interest in me is very flattering, my friend.
I didn't know you heard me.
No offense, Mad Master.
Being the sole occupant of this conveyance, perhaps we should know each other better.
My name is Wong Lee.
Well, Mr. Wong, my name is Cassidy.
Hop along, Cassidy, and this is California Carlson.
Oh,
you are cattlemen? Well, yes, but I'll squage
100 miles
from here.
The bar is 20.
Say, aren't we
going a little too fast? Yeah, I noticed it myself.
As the morning sun slips over the ragged peaks of the distant range, the stagecoach rolls along the dusty narrow road bound for Pleasant Hill.
Looking very pale from the constant rocking is California Carlson.
Up along Cassidy at his side is pretending not to notice his pal's flight.
The other passenger, a Chinese gentleman and evidently a scholar, dozes peacefully in his seat.
Doggone it, Hoppy.
Riding this stage is worse than trying to ride a steer.
Getting seasick, California? Well, no, but I'm trying to lose an interest in the scenery.
Well, next time we take this trip, Popper will be in shape and we'll ride in style.
I wonder who our oriental friend is.
Why? He won't say a word.
Looks like he's going to steer, but every minute's going to be the next.
Your profound interest in me is very flattering, my friend.
I didn't know you heard me.
No offense, Mad Master.
Being the sole occupant of this conveyance, perhaps we should know each other better.
My name is Wong Lee.
Well, Mr. Wong, my name is Cassidy.
Hop along, Cassidy, and this is California Carlson.
Oh,
you are cattlemen? Well, yes, but I'll squage
100 miles
from here.
The bar is 20.
Say, aren't we
going a little too fast? Yeah, I noticed it myself.
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