we'll wait for ya uop here. i thought he was one of us, chief? he was.ot of work to do. ♪ ♪ many hours after the cavendish gang has left t strung road. a small spring gurgling in a shady cave is his destination. he alone of the six texas rangers, still lives. his one aim is to reach water and shade. desperately, he fights off the weakness from loss of blood, which threatens to haul his progress. it is deathly hot, the sun beats down unmercifully. ahead is that cooling light giving water. if his strength could only last. foot by foot, cheer torture, he pulls himself along. there, out of the hot glare of the sun, only a short distance further, there's the spring. now his bandana... there...cold water never felt better. never seemed sweeter then now. a hundred yards away, collins stirs. unaware of the existence of the spring and the ranger who lies beside it, he too, miraculously has escaped a mortal wound from a cavendish bullet. and he too, like the ranger, knows that death lurks in the hot rays of the sun. he must seek shelter somewhere, quickly. within