By trading in his precious harmonica and his gun and holster (hey, people? Where'd he get the gun and holster? They don't have a replicator on the ship yet!), Trip manages to rent him and T'Pol a horse for a few hours. You know what's so great? Trip's "aw, shucks" accent finally fits in somewhere! This scene was filmed looking out of the stables into the sun, which puts all the characters in West Wing-like shadow. However, instead of it being impenetrable as it is on that show, it actually gives the scene a nice bit of realism.

As the happy horse dealer blows "My Darling Furrowtine" on his new toy, Trip gets on the horse and puts his hand down to help T'Pol up. I know he's being gallant and all, but the fact that T'Pol accepts his help without pulling herself up with her own SUPERIOR VULCAN STRENGTH kind of ticks me off. T'Pol warily asks if Trip "[has] any experience riding these animals." Trip makes a Western movie reference which is totally lost on T'Pol and swings her up behind. "Better hold on," Trip says, and T'Pol awkwardly puts her hands one on each pec. Instead of galloping off in a cloud of hope and glory, they sit there as a fiddle saws. Trip makes faces and tugs a bit at the reins. Dude, if you've watched all the John Ford movies, I'd think you'd at least have picked up that you gotta use your heels. Somehow, with all Trip's slapping and jerking of the reins, the horse figures out that Trip means "gee up!" and ambles off. I sure as hell hope he knows how to stop the poor beast.

While his Qrew works, Quantum decides to get drunk. He walks up to the saloon bar and greets the keep, who asks him what's his pleasure. Quantum professes just to want a place to sit out of the sun for a bit, as he's only "passing through," and the barkeep offers him coffee on the house. Quantum accepts. The barkeep asks where he's headed. Quantum spins some yarns about a ranch and a brother down south, and the barkeep buys it. The barkeep notes Quantum's interest in an old oval portrait behind the bar. "See the resemblance?" the barkeep asks, and poses. Quantum says he does, and looks at the plaque beneath the portrait. "Yer not tellin' me yer related to Cooper Smith," he says. Like he even knows who that is! The barkeep says he's the only direct descendent of the man who "overthrew the Skags." A Skag looks up briefly from his sweeping. Quantum comments that the barkeep must have a lot of stories. You know what kept going through my mind in this scene? How Quantum would have experience getting info out of people, when he didn't even know what info that was, while trying to fit seamlessly in, because of all his Quantum Leap-ing.