My carriage.

My buckboard's right over there.

Break my cart and I'll burn your truck!

There's some room in my wagon.

Put the prisoners in my carriage. Aye, aye, sir.

I know you won't mind sharing my cab with me, will you?

Let me warn you. I'm Mr. Butterfield. This is my line and my passengers.

Elder Wiggs, I demand the privilege of taking my wagon over next.

El Libre's followers may yet show their hands... and give me a chance to impress the Baron.