I need to go to Valentine.
Well, that ain't far at all.
So I know of a lovely town.
Let's say, with an awful secret of an occult nature, One of the newspapers don't dare talk about.
I don't want to speak ill of that so-called lovely town.
I'm friendly with all kind of folk, but it has unusual happenings.
If you were to court you a Valentine in this lovely town, Town, you might find the whole damn place is cursed.
Hey, no trouble that way, I hope.
Well, it's just getting worse and worse.
I hear those Skinner brothers attack that new property over at Beecher's Hope.
Heard that rumor going around.
This is where we part ways farewell and be safe We're just about there This is here with him save me some time there.
Thank you Come on in Mystery awaits.
Have you been in town long?
Well, you probably heard everyone talking about the curse here, huh?
Folk luck runs bad in this town, and superstitious among them wrecking that ain't no coincidence.
Me, I wrecking a man makes his own luck.
I ain't no church nor curse gonna change it, but are you care anyway, huh?
Well, I was just with the pastor.
He says they were robbed again the other day.
This curse will be the death of us all.
You know they're saying Valentine's cursed.
I swear, the bad luck that people have in Valentine is starting to think there really curse.
You know, folks are still talking about the curse of Valentine, and they'll find anything to blame their bad luck on.
You know the curse everyone talks about around here.
What old Ned over at the other saloon reckons the Indians done it.
People have been talking about a curse in Valentine as long as I can remember.
Some reckon this was Indian land once, but I ain't sure.
People have been talking about a curse here for years.
MUSIC If you'd like to town a Valentine, I'm sure you know the place.
People there convinced their under some curse that their run of bad luck is punishment for something.
He a fire out near there with an old fellow who told me he thinks it's the Indians.
He said he'd heard years ago about an ancient Indian painting,
one of them they did on animal hides that showed a massacre by the settlers.
It was with Valentine in some way,
okay, you said the pain got torn up and thrown away But he'd heard some pieces of it still exist.
I know We all tell ourselves things to explain what we can't explain but what we do does Let's come back on this, I reckon.
Well, anyway, I should get some work done before my love turns.
You I'll be I'll put this down.
I'm ready to let you know what you mean.
You So I hear people are still finding old Indian objects in and around Valentine.
You This isn't exactly an enchanted force, this place is it.
I wonder why that called it Valentine.
This seems polar opposite or a manny.
Some lady I was speaking to in town told me about a curse.
Now nothing's more romantic than a curse.
Prince turned into a toad, lovers into stone.
The country turned into morons.
What's Valentine's curse?
Well, I didn't quite understand what the woman was saying,
kind of her being a bit of an idiot, but about a massacre in a last surviving Indian, cursed in the county.
Well, if they massacred people, then they deserved to be cursed.
You believe in curses, Arthur?
Was it just bad luck or bad weather or something else?
Something about an eagle.
I didn't really get Thanks for watching!
Thank you very I'll see you in the next one.
What's up about an eagle?
I'm I didn't really get it.
What do, does come back on this, I reckon.
Many miles we walk The many things we love That's the way it is.
