Notas del episodio
The distance from South Sunday to Rosebud in the Montana Territory is about 30 miles. Due to a heavy rainstorm and his lack of funds, it had taken J.B. Kendall a week Rosebud. Luckily, when he arrived, his remittance from England, 250 dollars, had already been forwarded, and he was once again solvent. After posting off his weekly report to the London Times, Kendall went to the most likely place in Rosebud to get local color and information. Except for the bartender, and a cat on the bar. The place was quite empty. Kendall ordered a drink. The bartender says "Two bits". Kendall pays him and says "Thank you". Bartender says "That's all right. Hush up, cat. Where you from, mister?" Kendall says "London, England". Bartender says "Well, if that don't beat all. My great grandpa came from there. Jackson Beeson is my name". Kendall says "J.B. Kendall". Beeson says "Well, howdy". Kendall says "How do you do, sir? Tell me, Mr. Beeson, what's the situation with the Indians these days?" Beeson says "Well now, you come to the right place for that bit of news. Yes sir, we're going to have trouble. You can thank your stars that we got General Gibbon here keeping an eye out. I hear tell Custer's on his way, too". Kendall says "Oh, bad as that, huh?" Beeson says "Worse. Just yesterday, a correspondence fellow, like you, came in. He works for the Montana Telegraph News. He told me the Sioux are working up to a boil. Oh, it's going to be mighty wicked". Kendall says "Do you think it'll mean war?" Beeson says "I don't have to think. I know".