Jeremiah Johnson1972

[Bear Claw and Jeremiah Johnson meet again after not seeing each other for a long time.]

Bear Claw:
What's on the spit?

Jeremiah Johnson:
Grown particular?

Bear Claw:
Not about feedin' just the company I keep. [Jeremiah tosses him a rabbits leg] Thank you, kindly.

Bear Claw:
You've come far, pilgrim.

Jeremiah Johnson:
Feels like far.

Bear Claw:
Were it worth the trouble?

Jeremiah Johnson:
[painfully] Ah, what trouble?

Bear Claw:
You cook good rabbit pilgrim. Cold up here.

Jeremiah Johnson:
What brings you up so high?

Bear Claw:
Grizz!

Jeremiah Johnson:
Uh, Grizz.

Bear Claw:
Avalanche took the cabin, lost my mule. We swum out of it. No matter, there weren't no Grizz left anyway.

Jeremiah Johnson:
You wouldn't happen to know what month of the year it is?

Bear Claw:
Why no, I truly wouldn't. I'm sorry, pilgrim. Winter's a long time going?

Jeremiah Johnson:
[exhausted] Ah.

Bear Claw:
Stays long this high.

Jeremiah Johnson:
March. Maybe, April.

Bear Claw:
March maybe. I don't believe April. [rising to depart] March is a green muddy month down below, some folks like it, FARMERS mostly. You've done well to keep so much hair when so many's after it. I hope that you fare well.