Hosea Matthews (World's Greatest Dad)

If we don't stop soon, we'll all be dying. This weather, it's May... I'm just hoping the law gets lost as we did.

Here we are, gentlemen. Home sweet home.

You and Bill were off doing something, Arthur.

You want us all dead, do you?

Got one! Damn it, I lost him.

I'm going off to the general store…get a few things to lure that bear out with.

I've been through a couple of times. There's a livestock town not too far from here, called Valentine. Cowboys, outlaws, working girls. Our kind of place.

Oh, shh. You can't speak. You're turned idiot…

Alright, let's head into town. No bar fights, please. I heard about that.

So…what do you think?

Now we wait.

Alright let's get going. We got quite a ride ahead of us.

A lot of fellers bait then shoot from the trees, but I prefer to hunt on the ground. More dangerous, but we'll have a much better chance of getting a good shot in, and if he bolts we can start right off after him.

Okay, let's see if we can avoid any more excitement.

I'm gonna read a book.

A 'Great American Western Adventure,' that was your pitch.

Some liquor.

Can you mix up this bait for me while I finish packing us up? Fish, berries. Tie it up in that rag when you're done.

There we go!

You and Bill were off doing something, Arthur.