I've got to sell my burros.

I have to look after my burros anyway.

Tiger around, I went to check on the burros.

You herd all the burros in that thicket there.

Each man's burros with his goods will be his own responsibility.

Picks and spades, pans, burros. Wonder how much it would all cost.

We'll buy our burros at Perla and head northwest away from the railroad.

Tigers so strong they can climb trees with burros in their mouths. Good.

I think I'll see if the burros are all right. Go ahead. Help yourself.

I meant what I said about going along with you. Those are my burros.

We can sell those burros for just as good a price as you'd get.

We can hide in the rocks but we'll lose the burros and the whole outfit.

Sure you don't want to come along with me and help me with the burros?

If you want to go on it's okay with me, but take his burros with you.

A man all by himself in bandit country with a string of burros... and his friends behind him on horseback.

Ain't it always his burros that won't march in line... stray off the trail and smash their packs against the trees and rocks?

You can keep my share of what the burros and the hides'll bring... if you use it to buy a ticket to Dallas.