Russia is a big country.

The oldtimers can't see it yet... but running cattle on an open range can't go on.

Big skies, big hearts, big, shining continent.

Nice broad.

What about Mr. Weston, Sir?

Should be good visibility, sir.

Big Shoulders!

It's Mose!

Shower of Gold

Big country.

Coo, what a sight

Big Jules.

Pad 8 Sweep

What for? I want to make on Miss Barkley the impression of a man of sufficient wealth.

You, Big Shoulders.

Charles, my dear fellow.

It's Lord Rawnsley.

Poor old Stubbs.

You lout! I want to see Spartacus.

Poor old Mace.

Old Linus.

together Yes, Miss Hayworth.

Now, this forest is wide.

And when I strut about like a Sunny Jim

You know everybody, don't you?

This is no place to stand out in the open.

But we're on our way to Las Vegas. We're the oldfashioned kind.

Poor old Spicey.

Old JB Sykes helping somebody.

together Yes, Miss Hayworth.

It's not a pretty sight. Titus, the moneylender.

A Rest Stop for Europe

You were looking down the central path.

His antlers were bigger than branches.

Mr Thwackum and Mr Square were Tom's tutors.

Remember, you still got old Gus.

Blast you and blast old Ross.

He's Lord Rawnsley. Lord who? Oh!

I kind of always knew that behind the cigar ashes on your vest... you had a heart as big as a house.

Back to the gal I left behind

By military telegraph, news of the Custer massacre... is flashed across the long, lonely miles to the Southwest.

Come on, jonesy.

Joe Smalley, his trainer.

Pretty wife, Starrett's got.

Old Stumpy, the fella I left behind.