Capt. Hamp, swimming his horses across the Dismal for the seventeenth time, finally realizes there's a strong possibility he might be going in circles. Approcaching a familiar looking homestead, he pulls out his spyglass and surveys the area. His face brightens when he sees Del, finally off probebation, and Trinity, looking only slightly less stoned than he remembered. Miss Annie, looking beautiful as ever, appeared to be suffering from conestoga lag and family reunion overload, however. And sure enough, there was old reliable litl rooster with that coffee pot in his hand, making sure all the folks got their eye opener on time. Mouth watering at the thought of Pete's armadillo dish, but knowing he was already way past due back in Tejas, Capt. Hamp swims his horses across the Dismal again, vowing to make it back before the warranty runs out on his saddle horse.