Four to Go

A visit of the bar 20 ranch is generally a very ordinary half-nins. When the visitor turns out to be the new schoolteacher, well, that's a different thing. Hop along is trying to hurry California a little as they repair a broken step on the back floor.

That hoppy seems like we could wait till the during sun went down before we fixed these steps. Well, ordinarily we could. But we're going to have visitors, remember? No, no, no, no, lookie here, Hoppy.

You mean a new school arm is gonna come out here? I'm lookin' and I'm doppin'. Have to be hospital, California. Seems like your parents had a mike too far. I bet you seem might've glad to talk to her yourself.

Shocks, just bein' polite. It's all, boy, there ain't a woman livin' who could make me give up. Hey, you ain't listenin'. Uh, isn't that a writer comin' off the trail? Writer? He sure looks like it.

A mighty good writer. Sure, beatin' the dust. That fellers in a mighty big hurry. Hoppy, here they are. Right as heady, falling. Keep low, Hoppy. Make more shots. All right, got it. Looks like they finished their business.

He's a lander. He's moving. And there goes his horse in the brush. I hope we're not too late. He ain't moved a muscle. Dead, Hoppy. Yeah. Nothing much we can do for him, California. It's out of our hand.

Dirty, neat and dry, galtors. Better let him idle a share of catch here. Nothing we can do. He's kind of placing. He's a stranger to me. Me too. If he has any identification on him.

What's he doing or riding into the bar quaint? Maybe this is something. A paper folded. Yes. Well, what's right on the paper? Four names. I'll be drunk. Anybody we know? Cooper, Farnsworth, Brock. Well, what's wrong? You said Pawnee.