called "brennen on the moor." now, being as you folks have been so nice to me, i thought maybe you'd like to meet my boys. now, this one here is, uh-- - ( instrument squeals ) - woman: oh! don't bother saying it, charvanaugh. what are you doing? i'll explain to you later. get us out of here! what's holding up that gate? you mean he was fixing to rob us? that's exactly what i mean. he's got four boys out there-- get his gun, sump! aah! why, boy, you-- ( concertina squeals ) you leave my sons alone, you-- oh, no. no, no, not me. you got some rope, ma'am? you just wait, mccullough. when me and my boys get hold of you again, you watch what's gonna happen to you! all you gotta wait for, friend, is the dance you and your boys are gonna do at the end of a rope! - blah! - yeah. you ain't gonna let him hang us, are you, pa? oh, shut your mouth. 'course i ain't. from what mccullough said you did to him on doing to me... you're lucky we don't hang you right here 'fore you ever get to brandenton. - hey, mccullough! - all righ