Cheyenne (1955–1963): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Storm Riders - full transcript

Howdy.

What are you doing
on this range?

Just passing through.

Running these ponies
up to Montana.

Not across my land you're not.

I didn't know this was ranch.

Looked like open range to me.

All right,
move on.

Be glad to.

That way!

You've gone far enough
across my land.



You want me to double-back?

I don't like saddle-tramps
that drive herd across my range.

Now get moving.

You heard Mr. Storm.

Scatter 'em.

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Stay up there
till you're told.

Hush now, Johnny,
that's no way to talk.

And put that gun up, y'hear?

But, Dad, he rode in-

This man's been hurt.

What is it, John?

A stranger. Looks like
he's had an accident.



Fix the spare room.

Bring him right over here,
Dad.

Sure.

We'll just ease you onto
the bed and take a look at you.

Lie back here now.

Easy.

Unfasten his gun belt,
Johnny.

Don't worry,
it'll be right here.

Where'd you have
this accident?

On your neighbor's land.

Fellow named Storm.

Only it wasn't any accident.

No, I don't guess it was.

Lift up.

Easy.

It's a little tender.

Guess I must have busted
a couple of ribs.

Oh, my.

Johnny, you're all thumbs.

Let me.

Now, just relax.
We'll have this off in a jiffy.

Oh, Johnny, dear, you'd better
ride into town for the doctor.

I should say
it's a little tender.

Look at that bruise.

Does it hurt bad?

Not as much as
losing my stock.

How many ran off?

Twenty head.

You better bring
his saddlebags in.

And light a fire
under that too.

Sure, honey, I'll see
right to it.

What's that?

My stepdaughter's gone
for the doctor.

Now, just relax.

You'll feel better once you're
clean and that side's bound up.

Can't tell you how kindly
I take this, ma'am.

It's the least we can do.

The trouble is, Storm can afford
to pay better wages

than the small ranchers,
so he hires all our help away.

More riders than he needs.

He knows we can't operate
without hands.

What if a fella doesn't
wanna be hired away?

Storm's pet gunslinger
convinces him.

That'd be the fella
I came up against.

Yeah.
Name's Swallow.

He's picked fights
with three cowhands,

all legal, all self-defense
and all dead.

Just like rabbits fighting
a rattlesnake.

He's that fast.

Now, you were mighty lucky
to get off

with just some busted ribs.

Mr. Bodie looks like
he can take care of himself.

Johnny, are you coming
to breakfast?

By the way, me and my wife
was talking last night.

You said you lost your stake

and you can't travel much
for a while.

Now, if you wanted
to stay on here-

The pay wouldn't be much.

What do you say?

Well, I-

You don't have to feel
obligated to say yes.

I told Sheila you'd
probably wanna be moving on.

No.

I got some unfinished business
near here.

I'd like to stay around
for a while.

You're welcome
as long as you want.

Then you've hired
yourself a hand.

Good.

Oh.
Oh, darn.

What's the matter, honey?

My heel caught in the hem
of my skirt.

Aren't you going to help me
with my chair, Marty?

Huh?

Oh, oh, yes, ma'am.

What's got into you, girl?
What are you doing in that rig?

Land sakes, y'act like you've
never seen me in a dress before.

Your breakfast is
all dried out.

I don't mind.

Just a piece of bread
and a cup of coffee.

I always eat light.

I thought you were gonna ride
fence with me today.

She'll be a pretty sight
riding fence in that outfit.

I can change back,
can't I?

Do you like to ride,
Mr...?

Mr...?

Cheyenne, miss.

I love to ride
in the early morning

when it's just turning pink
in the east, don't you?

Well, I see lots of dawn.

It's most always nice.

I knew you'd feel that way.

Now, drink a toast, Marty.

Looks like I lost a cowhand

and found me a daughter
this morning.

Hello.

Mind some company?

Not at all, ma'am.

Ma'am.

I thought that's
what you called old ladies

you had to be polite to.

I sure didn't mean it that way.

Do I look like an old,
worn-out lady to you?

Not so's you'd notice it, ma'am.

Sorry you took this job,
son?

Tell you one thing:

never worked any harder
in my life.

But we seem to be
holding our own.

I'll take 'em, boss.

Only man been working
here for months.

He's old and should be
on easy chores,

but he rides
just the same as I do.

All day and hours
after supper.

What if the small ranchers
were to join together?

Couldn't they fight
Storm then?

Don't think I haven't
tried to convince them.

But they're independent.

They wanna go it alone
or not at all.

So, Storm squeezes them out
one by one.

One by one.

This ranch is the key.

Storm'd like to buy this.

Maybe I'm foolish
not to sell.

Cheyenne,

don't you ever
stop working?

It's past 9.

I just this minute finished.

I brought you some coffee.

You never come up to the house
for a cup anymore.

Well, there's coffee
at the bunkhouse.

No need to bother you and John.

But thanks.

Bother him?

He's in there snoring
his head off.

Couldn't wake him up
with a cannon.

He works himself pretty hard.

I don't care how hard
a man works himself.

He still could be decent.

He don't even wash his face.

He don't even say good night.

Well, I'll say good night.

And thanks for the coffee.

Cheyenne...

why do you always run off
when I come near?

Well, if you don't know,
I can't tell you.

Don't you ever get lonesome?

Now and then.

So do I.

Awful lonesome.

You don't know what it is.

You've got your man.
You married him.

Because I didn't know
any better.

I thought I was getting
a good life.

Instead I got a little man
with big ideas.

I don't want him anymore.

Tell him then.

I'm telling you.

All right,
you've told me.

Now you'd better go back
to your husband.

What are you,
a saint?

Far from it.

You better go back
to the house.

Sign it, John.

You'll never make a go
of this place.

Ten thousand's
a fair price.

You mean for the whole spread?

You wait too long and the price
might go down, Mr. Dembro.

Well, I don't know-

Well, look at it this way.

You got a pretty wife,
a pretty daughter.

They want things out of life.

Now they can have them.

Ten thousand dollars
is a lot of money.

Johnny rode out to tell me
you had company, Mr. Dembro.

Well, if it's not our friend
with the horses.

Thought you were going
to Montana.

I was.

Maybe you should have.

He working for you,
Dembro?

You see him.

You going to sell to him,
Dad?

Storm made me another offer.

$10,000.

Why, your ranch is worth
three times that amount.

Circumstances make it worth
considerable less.

You think I can be of any help?
I'm offering to.

I'm watching you this time.

Maybe you'll
learn something.

No quarrel, Swallow.

There's no need for it.

Sign the paper, John.

We'll hand you over
the money and-

No, I think, maybe
I'll hang onto it for a while.

Oh, Dad.

Yes, I think, maybe
I'll just do that.

Does your hired hand make
your decisions for you?

No more than yours
does for you.

You'd better take this,
Storm.

Storm...

you owe me some money
for the horses you run off.

Well, my foreman here carries
the small cash for me.

Come over and collect it.

Anytime.

I expect to,
before I leave this valley.

You sure told 'em.

You gave me some
of my fight back.

I'm gonna take
another crack

at banding the small ranchers
together.

We'll beat Storm yet.

Johnny, saddle up.

We're gonna round up
our neighbors.

Sure, Dad,
right away.

Well, there's something
to be said

for having an alliance,
I admit.

Now over in Porterville they've
done a pretty good job of it.

O'Brien's right.

I never did like the idea
of joining together.

It makes everybody carry
somebody else's troubles.

I've got enough of my own.

But this way everybody'll
help you carry 'em.

I'm with John Dembro.

What Storm's up to
is nothing but intimidation.

My spread's losing money every
day for lack of working hands.

If I was you, I'd start
getting intimidated.

Cheyenne stood up to him today.

Let's see how much longer
he lives.

No, count me out,
gentlemen.

I'm not looking
for any range war.

I'm getting by.

I guess I've gotta go
along with Jeffries.

Storm's got the people
in town on his side.

And the lawmen too.

I don't believe in
fighting a losing battle.

Sorry, John.

Me too.

How long can you run your
spreads without hands to help?

You're gonna have to sell
sooner or later.

If you join together, you can
get hands again and protect 'em.

Storm's hired killer'll scare
'em off, just like always.

Well, I've had my say.

Good night to you, John.

Good night, Ed.

Good night.
Night.

I'm sorry, John.

Well, we tried.

You heard?

Uh-huh.

They're scared, that's all,
just plain scared.

I can't blame them.

You aren't gonna sell,
are you?

I thought you
wanted me to.

Don't I have the right
to change my mind?

Why of course,
honey.

Well, I guess
it's about time

I was collecting
for those ponies.

No, don't you try
anything like that.

Storm's gunfighter
is waiting for you.

I saw it in his face
this afternoon.

I'm only gonna get
what's owed me.

Takes two to make
a gunfight.

And one to make
a killin'.

You'd be surprised
how careful I can be.

I think I'll turn in.

Good night.

I'll walk you to the bunkhouse,
if it's all right.

I'd like a breath of air.

Sure.

It's not fit for a young girl
to go traipsing around

at night with a man.

What's the matter?
She's safe enough.

Safe enough?
She's only a baby.

She's 17 and grown.

She wants to nuzzle around
some with Cheyenne,

I ain't gonna interfere.

A man could get
stomped to death.

Well, up early again tomorrow.

You coming to bed?

Later.

The Indians say that
if you look down a well

when the moon is full,
you can see the face

of the one you love the most.

All I see is me.

Maybe that's what they mean.

Indians don't know everything.

I guess we'd best be getting in.

Just another minute.

Do you ever look
at the stars?

Sleep under them
more often than not.

Don't you ever get tired
of wandering?

Some.

And think of settling?

Sometimes.

You've been here awhile.

How come?

Well, I can't say for sure.

Because of me?

I wish you'd beat around
the bush a little more.

You'll be going
one of these days.

I haven't got time to beat
around the bush.

Cheyenne, please stay.

Well, I wish I could.

But I've got places to go
and things to find out

before I light for good.

You think I'm a child,
don't you?

I'm as much woman as Sheila.

You're not too old for me.

A wandering man's too old
for most everybody some ways.

This time next year,
you'll hardly remember me.

I-

Johnny, you'd better come in.
It's getting cold.

All right.

You're wrong, Cheyenne.
I could never forget you.

Well, did you try to have him
make love to you?

Do you really think
a man like him

would want a child like you?

You were only 19
when you married my father.

There's a lot of difference
between 19 and 17.

Just like there's
a lot of difference

between Cheyenne
and your father.

I never expected you
to come out with it.

I thought you were better
at sneaking

behind my father's back.

Shut up!

What do you know
about loving a man?

I know enough
to love a man fair.

Not like you.

You're half-crazy

wanting something
you've no right to have.

Shut up!

Don't raise your voice
and wake Dad up.

Don't let him
find out about you.

Make it light.

Hello, Miller.

That big fella find you?

Big fella?

Yeah. He's here
looking for you.

You mean the one
that works for Dembro?

Yeah, that's right.
He's just down the street.

Pour me a drink.

I'll be back.

I've been looking
for you.

Heard you were.

Now you've found me.

Your boss said that I was to
collect from you for the horses.

Sure.

What do you figure we owe you?

Twenty head at $10 a piece.
Two hundred.

Plus time on the trail.

I figure 300's about right.

I'd say you
and your horses together

ain't worth more
than a plugged nickel.

You're entitled to your opinion,

but I got my mind set
on $300.

It's right here.

You're welcome to it
if you're man enough to take it.

That was
good shooting.

Had to be.

I never seen anything like
it in my life. Me either.

He asked for it.

You're witness
that I took just $300.

That's right.

Just a minute.

Let's get him
out of here, boys.

You spoke to us the other night
about all joining together.

All we small ranchers.

Well, I'm for it.

And me.

Let John Dembro know it.

Tell him we'll meet in the lobby

of the Cattleman's Hotel
tonight.

He'll be glad to hear that.

Guess I'd best go
find the sheriff.

Things are gonna be
different now, John.

Anybody else who hasn't
signed up yet?

Not only that but six old hands
came back to work today

when they found what happened
to Storm's gunslinger.

Good.

One man quit riding for Storm
and came to work for me.

They'll all be back.

Sure they will.

Anybody want a drink
just follow me into the bar.

John Dembro's offering a toast
to the new alliance.

Let's everybody drink
to the alliance.

Everybody come on in
and have a drink.

John, don't you think
you've had enough?

I've been waiting a long time
for this night, honey.

I just gotta drink
to the alliance.

Keep it up and they'll
have one less member.

Sheila, stop picking
at him.

He's not hurting
anything.

That's right, honey.

Old John Dembro wouldn't
hurt a fly.

Come on, boys,
the drinks are on me.

Belly up to the bar, gents,
and state your pleasure.

Come on, Cheyenne.

You too, Miller.
You're welcome to join us.

Be glad to.

Give the storekeeper
a drink, too.

Everybody drinks
with John Dembro.

We got an alliance now
and a fella to help us

that ain't afraid
of Martin Storm.

Somebody mention
my name?

So you're all one big happy
family now, huh?

Yeah, we ain't
alone anymore.

And you're all gonna stick
together, no matter what.

That's right.

Dembro, I wanna do
you a favor.

Don't bother.

I don't wanna have
to like you.

I made you an offer
for your ranch.

I'll double it.

Twenty thousand.

That's mighty nice of you.
But I think I'll hang onto it.

Have a drink with John Dembro
to the alliance!

The alliance.

You all run together
like a pack of mongrels

because you think
it makes you strong.

Well, keep out of my way.

Just keep out of my way.

Maybe you'd like to
try that with me.

You know, you're gonna
cross me once to often.

The next time
you get in my way...

is gonna be the last.

Well, cock-a-doodle-do!

I guess that'll hold him
for a while.

John, take it easy.

You all right,
fella?

You all right?

Help me get him
in the wagon, Cheyenne.

Take it easy, now.

Good night, John.

Hope you feel better
in the morning.

Easy, John,
meeting's over.

I hope you're satisfied.

There isn't a man in this town

who isn't laughing at you.

Dad!
We'll take care of him.

Let's put him
in the back.

Easy does it, John.

Oh, Bodie, you're coming back,
aren't you?

Yeah, we still got
some things to settle.

Be right in.

Good.

Shall I go with you?

No, I can manage.

Sheila doesn't seem
too happy.

She wants things.

Things too hard to get.

Come on, we're home.
Get out.

Aw, don't get mad at me...

You've got to unhitch
the horse.

That Storm...

Come on,
help yourself some.

You've got to unhitch
the horse.

All right, stay there.

Did you see his face?

Cock-a-doodle-do.

Come on.

Get in there.

John, John,
please get out.

John!

Come on, John,
move yourself,

you fat pig,
get out of there.

John!

Anything else,
anything at all?

No.

All I can think of is,

maybe when he woke up
and saw where he was,

he lit the lantern
to unhitch the horse.

Then he probably
forgot about it

and climbed back
in the wagon to sleep.

You know, he'd been,
you know, celebrating.

Yeah, we know.

From the way it looked,

the horse could have
kicked the lantern over.

Yeah.

Well, that's about it,
Mrs. Dembro.

Sorry about the accident.

Awfully sorry,
Miss Dembro.

If you need any help-

I'll be around
for a while, sheriff.

I'll take care of things.

Thank you,
Cheyenne.

It's such a comfort
to know.

Best thing you can do
is go home

and try to forget about it.

Thank you, sheriff.

Sheila,
what's the matter?

You must have been having
a nightmare.

Come on,
get back in bed.

Cheyenne, can I see you
a moment, please?

Close the door.

Sit down.

I can't stay long,
Mrs. Dembro.

I've got to get
to the alliance meeting.

That's what I want
to talk to you about.

Why have you got
your horse saddled?

It's a long walk.

You know what I mean.

Why haven't you harnessed
the buckboard?

Is it your way of inviting
me to stay at home?

No, I hadn't thought
about you going.

No reason for it.

I'll tell you anything
that happens.

No reason for it?

Let me remind you
that I own this ranch now.

You and Johnny.

But I run it
and you work for me.

You work for me.

Isn't that so?

In a manner of speaking.

Then take orders from me.

I wanna go
to that meeting tonight.

I think you'd best stay
right here.

They wouldn't be
expecting you,

not with your man just
two weeks under the ground.

You do as I say.

I'm staying
around here to see

that John Dembro's wife
and daughter are taken care of.

Till the alliance
starts working.

Except for that,
I'd been gone long ago.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Cheyenne, I'm sorry.

It's just that I don't know
what to do with myself.

Johnny's out riding all the time
and- And I'm alone.

You do see that, don't you?

I do appreciate what you're
doing for me, Cheyenne,

but at night I just-

You've got to learn
to live with it sometime.

I know.

But there's something else.

You're more than
just a foreman here.

Why don't you come
and live at the house

like I've asked you.

There's a spare-

The bunkhouse is
close by.

I want you to stay here.

I need you.

I get frightened.

Of what?

Why do you wanna stay away
from me, Cheyenne?

I told you once.

But my husband's dead now.

I'm sorry you didn't
understand me.

It wasn't just
your husband.

That's not true.

You were holding back
because of John.

Admit it.

I've gotta leave
if I'm going to-

Don't go, Cheyenne.

Come back here!

Cheyenne, come back!

Hi, Marty.

Howdy, Johnny.

Did you have
a good ride?

It was dandy.

Come along.

What's the matter?

Sheila!

Nothing.

Just a little headache.

You going someplace?

Cheyenne wanted me to go to
the alliance meeting with him.

But I couldn't.
This headache.

Besides, it wouldn't be right
for me to be seen in public.

No.

No, it wouldn't.

Why don't you leave
here, Sheila.

You've always hated it.

Why don't you leave.
I could run the place.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Leave the ranch to you.

The ranch and him.

Him?

You know who I mean.

Oh... You poor woman.

W-where you going?

Into town.

Don't go.
Stay here.

It's getting dark.

I'm not afraid of it.

Light a lamp.

Were you looking for me?

Yes, but the house was dark
and I-

May I come in?

Well, I don't know.

I'm alone.

A friend can certainly
offer condolences.

I suppose
there's no harm in that.

Shall I light the lamp?

Would you?

Please sit down,
Mr. Storm.

I am sorry about John.

He was a fine man.

Yes, everyone says that.

It'd be a shame to see
this ranch go to seed.

He set a lot of store by it.

Go to seed?

Well, it takes a man
to run a ranch.

Cheyenne runs this one.

Cheyenne and me.
It's not for sale.

Sheila, I'm a man that's
misunderstood by most.

I came here like the others,

with little more than
a horse and a pair of hands.

But where they raised
12 head of cattle,

I worked to raise 100.

And where they were satisfied
with a house in the open range,

I dreamed of owning
the land myself.

Building an empire from
the river to the mountain range.

And almost managed it
until Cheyenne rode in.

He lives here now,
you know.

Lives here?

Yes.

Upstairs.

That isn't wrong, is it?

No, of course not.

Cheyenne is going to marry me.

He asked ya?

He's getting ready to.

A woman can always tell
a thing like that.

Oh?

He doesn't impress me
as the kind of a man

who'd give up his freedom
to take himself a wife.

You don't know him.
I do.

We're close.
Very close.

A man like him
wants nothing more

than a saddle
with a horse under it

and an open road
in front of him.

He wants me.
That's what he wants.

He's been waiting for me
all his life.

He told me that.

People say
it's Johnny he wants.

You're lying!
He's a man.

He wants a woman.
He wants me.

Johnny's a woman.
A ripe young woman.

She's nothing.

He doesn't even know
she's alive.

I was the one that
bandaged his side

and washed the blood
off his face.

I even killed for-

You killed for him?

What?

You said
you killed for him.

No.

No, I didn't.

I'm your friend, Sheila.

You need a friend.

Somebody to talk to
about what's troubling you.

There's nothing
troubling me.

Cheyenne will be
home soon.

We have to wait awhile
before we get married.

Sometimes it helps
talking to someone.

But they've left you
here all alone.

And they've gone off
together.

Together?

They're not together.

Next thing, they'll be
accusing you of murder.

She'll never get him.

She never will.

And then when I washed
the blood off his face

and bandaged his side,

he held me,
and he whispered to me.

He said that
we should kill my husband,

and then we'd be together,
him and me.

And then he said,
and then-

Sheriff, he used her
to kill Dembro

because he wanted
the ranch.

A man like that
gets a hold on a woman.

Look what it's done
to her.

What are they going
to do to me?

I just don't know.

The circuit judge
is in town.

We'll soon find out.

Got him here, sheriff.

What's this all about?

You're under arrest,
Bodie, for murder.

For what?

All right, take him away.
Lock him up.

This way.

Still got time for a drink
before court opens.

That's a good idea.

I haven't got
much stomach for it.

Now, there's no need
to feel squeamish, Ben.

If Bodie's guilty,

and there don't seem
much doubt about that,

it's only right he gets
what's coming to him.

Don't you worry none.

We'll have him hung
all nice and legal...

before dinnertime.

They say this Judge Crandell's
a pretty fair-minded man.

Fair enough.

See, Johnny?
There's nothing to worry about.

When do they get
the trial started?

Maybe sooner than
you think.

The sheriff looks
like he's fixing

to cloud up and rain
all over somebody.

What's the trouble,
sheriff?

You'll find out.

Come on,
let's hear this.

All right, everybody,
might as well go home, now.

What's that?

Just what I said.

Isn't gonna be any trial.

What do you mean?

Bodie's to get off
scot-free.

Who says?
The judge says.

He's been over there
talking to Mrs. Dembro.

Here it is, men.

The law can't touch Bodie

because there ain't
no witnesses against him.

What do you mean,
no witness?

What about Mrs. Dembro?

Judge won't let her
take the stand.

Why not?

She's insane.

Now, just a second.

You men listen to me.

Who drove her insane?

Are we gonna let
a murderer ride out of this town

without lifting
a hand against him?

What kind of men
are we?

You can't condemn a man
without a trial.

Now, wait a minute, Ben.

This is no lynch town.
It never was.

But it seems we can't
give him no trial.

And that makes us bound to take
the law in our own hands.

You remember when we had
the vigilance committee.

You never hung back then.

Yeah!

Come on, come on.

What are you doing?

Letting him go.

You heard what I said.
He's free.

But you can't
send him out there.

Don't you hear them?

Can't hold him either.
He ain't my prisoner.

Got such a thing
as a back door?

Nope.

Come on out, Bodie.

Where's my gun?

Over in the courthouse.

Why don't you go get it.

Well, how about you coming
along with me?

Sorry, friend, I've got
an awful lot of work here.

Are you coming out,
or do we come in after you?

Cheyenne, you can't
go out there.

Well, I can't stay
here forever.

You kinda stand back
out of the way.

All right, what've you got
to say for yourself?

I say I had nothing to do
with John Dembro's death.

What else
would he say?

You're making a big mistake,
all of you.

You made the mistake,
and the people of this town

are not letting you
get away with it.

Don't let Storm stampede you.

Can't you see its his hate
for Bodie that's talking?

Bodie stopped you from getting
the Dembro ranch.

Blocked you in everything
you tried to do.

He's a better man
than you are, Storm.

Well, I got no hate
for Bodie.

But he killed John Dembro,
and we all know it.

And he's got
to answer for it.

Miller's right.

He's right and you know it.

We got no other choice.

I got me a rope.
Who's got a fast horse?

I say stand him in the street
and drag-hang him.

That's it.

Let me have the end
of that rope.

Give me that horse.

All right, out of the way,
out of the way, everybody!

Wait a minute!
Wait!

What are you bringing
that poor woman out here for?

Why not?
It's her doing.

Hasn't she suffered enough?

Take her away, somebody.

Come on-
Leave her alone.

What are you afraid of?

What are you afraid
she'll say?

I'm not afraid of anything.

Then let her face me.

Sheila.

Gonna live
in the house.

Gonna live
in the spare room.

He's gonna marry me.

Sheila, why did you lie
about me?

Why did you do it?

She don't even know
where she is.

He did that to her.

Come on,
get out of the way.

Hold on.

Let's hear this out.

I know why you lied,
Sheila.

Because you thought
he loved me.

Because you couldn't bear
his not wanting you.

She's the one.

She made me do it.

She made me kill him.
She's the one.

She's the one.
She made me do it.

Does anybody
believe that?

Somebody set him loose.

Storm, let go of that rope.

Is she dead?

Poor Sheila.

She wanted so much
that she couldn't have.

Now she won't slip on you.

Thanks.

So long, Cheyenne.

Goodbye, Marty.

There's some chicken
and all in here.

Don't try to keep it
too long.

Thanks. I won't.

Look, Johnny,

if you'd like
for me to stay,

to help those new cowhands
get started, I-

That wouldn't be why
I wanted you to stay.

But it's all right.

I mean that.

Everything's all right.

You've done a lot of growing up
in a real short time, Johnny.

Goodbye,
Cheyenne.

Good riding, Cheyenne.

Bye, Cheyenne.

Bye!