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I agree.II-2-9 Rev. 5/17/82 PREACHER Hold your fire. One shot and they'll all be buried in an avalanche. Dad blame it. CARL ADAM Hesh up. Keep 'em quiet. We're goin' through the pass. FRANK (whispering) Adam, now what? ADAM Shhhhh. Only a few more feet to go. CARL i'll kill the sons of a gun. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. PERKINS ADAM (loudly) All right I Let 'em go ?╟÷ nowI (The BROTHERS release their holds on the girls. The BRIDES scream, frantic, terrified.) BRIDES (yelling; ad lib) Help! Help! Pa! Carl! Help! (Suddenly there is a CRACKING and THUNDEROUS ROAR. All of the brothers watch excitedly. The Brides quiet down, looking back wonderingly.) ADAM (exultantly) There she goes! (The roar turns into an avalanche of snow crashing down. The BRIDES wail and the BROTHERS cheer as the WAGON moves off 1EFT, leaving the townsmen in front of the now opaque scrim) ZEKE But now we cain't get up to their farm 'til the spring thaw. LUKE There's no other way in or out. JEB Our poor girls! MUSICAL NUMBER: THE PREACHER'S LAMENT Preacher and Townsmen