captain goodnight's taken a patrol into indian country out of fort robinsns. come on. he's the law. mr. bissell! a gatling gun? 50 caliber, 5000 rounds of ammunition? yes, shattrow, that's it! gatling gun! now, sheriff, old ironsides is out there.... deserted. -before that. -well, how do i know? where was you headed when i saved you on that creek... ...first time you run onto me? north. mr. mcburney... ...i know how it must seem to you. i find it hard to explain. i strive for no thing. i strive to reach no place... ...unless you could call the tao a place. where? what place? taos? of course it's a place! down in new mexico territory, near santa fe. -due south of here! -no, mr. mcburney. yes, that's right. you're looking for taos... ...and you're headed due opposite to it! the tao i seek is not in new mexico. tell me that taos ain't in new mexico. i ought to take you down there and rub your fool nose in it. it is tao. there is no...in it. there you go, see? i tried to do you a good turn... ...and what do i get? backbiting and sly remarks. well, that does it, sasquatch. you're on your