Travis Blue: [of the indians] Near as I can figure out, he don't seem to like white menn.
Sandy: Yeah, he say's we're all thieves.
Elder Wiggs: Smarter then he looks!
[Sandy speaks Navajo, evidently translating what Elder Wiggs had just said]
Elder Wiggs: Don't tell him that, you fool! Tell him we're Mormans!
[the Navajos speak in their native touge, mutterring "Mormany" repeatedly]
Elder Wiggs: What'd he say?
Sandy: Say's the Mormans are his brothers. Say's they ain't big thieves like most white men. Just little thieves.
Elder Wiggs: Right complementery, ain't he?

Travis Blue: Feet hurt, ma'am?
Denver: Nope!
Travis Blue: Well here, try these on!
[Hands here a pair of walking shoes, she puts them on]
Denver: Did you get these from that... red-headed gal?
Travis Blue: You mean Miss Prudence?... yes ma'am.
Denver: Is she your wife?
Travis Blue: No ma'am... How do they feel?
Denver: Fine. A little large for me maybe, but fine. Thanks very much, and thank your lady friend.
[Denver arises, and starts to walk away, Travis looks after her]
Travis Blue: She ain't that either ma'am!

Travis Blue: Sure hope I see you again, Miss Denver.
Denver: Thanks, but don't think on it. We move around. The medice will show you have to to keep healthy.
Travis Blue: We move around alot trading horses. Good thing about it, though: You get see alot of pretty country, like the valley I've got in mind. A man can make an awfully nice little cattle ranch in that valley, if he didn't mind being lonesome, and some one to help him with the cooking and such...
Denver: [pauses] Goodbye, fellow.
[She runs away, blinded by tears]

Travis Blue: Sure hope that I see you again, Miss Denver.
Denver: Thanks, but don't plan on it, We move around. The medicine show has to, to stay healthy.
Travis Blue: We move around alot trading horses. Good thing about it, though, you get to see a lot of pretty country, like the valley I got in mind. A man can make an awfully nice little cattle ranch in that valley. If he doesn't mind being lonesome.
Denver: [pauses] Good luck, fellow.
[She runs away, blinded by tears]

[repeated line]
Travis Blue, Elder Wiggs: Wagons West!

[Sandy fills a bucket of water from the river, and takes it to Prudence]
Sandy: I brought you some water, ma'am
[Prudence gratefully takes it]
Prudence Perkins: Thank you. Won't you stop and have a bit of breakfast with us?
Sandy: [Happily] Yes, ma'am.
[Sandy instantly leaps from his horse]
Travis Blue: [Travis comes riding up] Sandy, lets go!
[Sandy regretfully gets back on his horse, and bows repeatily to Prudence before riding away]

[singing]
Sandy: I left my gal in Old Virginy...
Travis Blue: Trailin' behind the wagon trail...
Sandy: Another I left in Old Missoura...
Travis Blue: Trailin' behind the wagon trail...
Sandy, Travis Blue: [Together] Oh the Wite tops are a rollin', rollin', the big wheels keep a-turnin', and when I reach that promise land, for my gal I'll still be yearnin'.