The bandits have been on the run for a while now. They're hiding out in the hills, the desolate, rocky, rattlesnake-filled hills of Oklahoma.
They have no food, no water, and their feet are sore. They're gettin' tired, and real hungry...
Mountain Man, in relentless pursuit and endless games of cat-and-mouse, has pushed them to the top.
They've come to the end of the trail, a sheer bluff made of boulders bigger than a locomotive, with no place to hide.
His persistance has paid off. Mountain Man is about to take 'em in and lock 'em up.
"This is it, ladies, time to turn yourselves in..."
"Oh, thank goodness! 'Bout time you got here! Will you carry my jacket? Is there mac and cheese for dinner? Did you see the elk poop? Where's the elk? Can I have a drink of your water? Does Mom have any cookies in the van? Do we really have to walk all the way back down? Can we stop for donuts? These are cool big rocks. Can we come back here next week?"
These are not your normal desperadoes.