 Tell them to leave us be. That's reservation land they're on. They'll leave you be. Long as you set straight along the Oregon Trail. They haven't bothered a wagon train since the treaty. Well, I can wait till I settle in Oregon. Then maybe drop down to the motherlode country. If I want gold bad enough. Yeah, if you want it bad enough. You, uh... You don't have it, do you, Captain? Have it? The itch.