 Morty, what is it? The boy is gone. Gone? They come and took him. Was it the Pawnees took him? Yes, sir. You knew about this, Paladin. I thought they'd try, but not so soon. Get your rifles. Now, just wait a minute. You're always reaching for a rifle. There's no need for rifles. No hurry. The Pawnees aren't going anywhere. They're tired of running. Preaching from a gunslinger. You've just been aching to speak of peace. Well, speak it, Paladin. Talk don't mean nothing. Say anything you want. I'll still have the last say.