02x28 - The Lady from Mesa

[bunniefuu]

[cows mooing]

Sam?

Nick. What the devil
you doin',

sneaking up behind a man's back
and scaring him half to death?

What are you doing here
out on point?

I told Red Collins
to take this position.

Red Collins.
How many times have I told you--

You don't send a boy
to do a man's job.

I told him to go back,
keep the coven company.

Sam, I told you
I didn't want you out here
on watch at all tonight.

-The only reason you're here--
-Is because I said I was comin'.

Now I'm here,
and I'm gonna stay here.

Those rustlers show up,
I want the first crack at 'em.

Sam...

I've never been able
to best you, have I?

Go on,
I'll be all right.

All set?

Those thievin' skunks
come in tonight

they're getting a welcome
they won't forget.

If they come in
tonight.

Till now they've only
hit a herd that's not
been under guard.

We got four herds
in winter pasture--

We can't watch 'em all.

Nobody's criticizing you.

Just saying those rustlers
are smart is all.

What gets me is
they don't even bother
to run the steers out,

they just k*ll them
and butcher 'em right there.

Why not?

Butchered beef doesn't
show any brands.

[distant g*nf*re]

Sam!

Sam!

Sam.

Ohh...

Well, he's still got
some life in him.

We gotta get him
back to the house.

All right,
I'll get the wagon.

Nick...Nick, boy...

-No...
-I'm sorry.

Just don't talk.
Don't talk.

Nick...

I was going to-- Ohh...

That's it.

Just-- Just rest.

That's it, Sam.
Rest.

They must have been close.
Sam didn't have time
to get a shot off.

Maybe he could tell us.

Maybe...

if he lives.

♪♪ [theme]

I don't know,
Victoria.

The wounds are deep.

SAM: Rosemary...

Rosemary, I--

That's his daughter.

I'm afraid it'll be
like this for a while.

Chills one minute,
burning up the next.

Is there anything else
we can do?

You could see
that he keeps warm.

I'd like someone to stay
with him through the night.

He may have
brief moments
of consciousness.

I'll stay with him, Mother.

Good, Audra.

I'll be back
first thing
in the morning.

Rosemary, honey...

It's all right,
Mr. Williams.

You just rest.

I'm sorry I can't be
more encouraging.

I know how close Sam is
to all of you.

We understand.
Thank you, Doctor.

He's been here on the ranch
quite a while, hasn't he?

-Nineteen years, isn't it?
-Almost.

Funny, I remember
the first day he rode
out here looking for work.

My husband told him that
we didn't hire drifters,

Sam turned around
and punched him.

Said he was looking for work,
not name-calling.

Quite a man.

Yes, he was.

Victoria,
Sam's daughter--

Is she the only
family he has?

Yes, she lives in Nevada.

Schoolteaches
at a little place
called Mesa.

Why, Doctor?

I wonder if it might not
be wise to let her know
about her father.

Is it that serious?

Nick, I just can't
take the responsibility

of having him die without seeing
his only living relative.

Well, Doctor, Mesa's


I can catch a train
in the morning

and be back the following day
with Miss Williams.

Do we have
that much time?

Nick, I can't promise
anything. I'm sorry.

Good night.

Good night.

I better see if Audra
needs anything.

I didn't want him out there.

I didn't want him there.
He's too old for fighting.

Now, Nick,
you can't blame yourself.

You know what Sam is like
once he's made up his mind
to something.

Look, I'll, uh, I'll drive you
to the depot in the morning.

I gotta go into town anyway
to meet the sheriff.

We're going out
to the north pasture

to see if we can
pick up those tracks.

Jarrod, ever since
I started running this ranch,

Sam was the one man I could
count on, I could turn to.

He and I...

-If he dies--
-Nick!

I know how you feel,
believe me, I do.

I think we all feel
the same about Sam.

But there's nothing
we can do about it tonight.

Now, come on,
let's get some sleep.

Come on, Nick.

MAN: Hey, Jarrod!
Nick!

-Morning, Walt.
-Morning.

Word's around town
that Sam Williams
got shot last night.

-That's right.
-Is it bad?

Two slugs in the chest,
close range.

It seems like he was
just in my store only yesterday
looking at some shirts.

-A nice old man.
-He sure is.

Look, men, when you
go after whoever done it,

I'd be proud
to ride with you.

Well, thank you, Walt.
I sure wish
we knew who it was.

He's been unconscious
ever since it happened.

Do you think
he's got a chance?

Well, we don't
know yet, Walt.

Nick's on his way up to
Mesa now to bring his
daughter down here.

-Seeing her may help.
-I hope double on that.

-We'll let you know.
-Fine.

We got trouble.

He's still alive.

Maryville, next stop.

Conductor, what time
do we pull into Mesa?

Oh...the kind of time
we're keeping today,

-I'd say about four o'clock.
-Four o'clock?!

Schedule says
two o'clock.

That's if we're lucky...
which usually we ain't.

Anybody here?

WOMAN:
I'll be right there.

Oh, I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

I was just getting ready
to leave.

Oh, well, I'm sorry too, ma'am,
I was looking for the teacher.

I'm Miss Tate,
the teacher.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Well, I hardly
think so, ma'am.

Is there another
school in town?

Well, I'm afraid not.
This is a very
small place.

Well, maybe...
maybe she used to be a teacher.

I mean, before you.

Well, that would have
to be some time ago.

This has been my school
for 22 years.

But as I say to the children,

the best place to start
is at the beginning.

Just whom did you
expect to find here?

Well, quite frankly, ma'am,
I thought you were
a Miss Williams,

Miss Rosemary Williams.

-I find that less
than amusing, young man.
-Amusing?

May I suggest that
you confine your
tasteless little jokes

to those that can
better appreciate them?

Oh, no, ma'am, I wasn't--

And may I also suggest
that you leave at once,

or I shall be forced
to send for the marshal.

Yes, ma'am.

Marshal.

-Yes?
-I'm new here.
Just come in by train.

That's a good a way as any
if you gotta come here.
Trouble?

I don't know. I wonder if you
might help me find someone.

Depends on who
you want to find and why.

Oh, no. It's a girl.
A girl by the name of
Rosemary Williams.

In that case
you don't have to say why.

Right across the street.

Over there.

Lonely, mister?

-You Rosemary Williams?
-No.

That's her over there.

[Rosemary laughing]

[slurring]
So I said to him,

"Judge, you try to throw
Rosemary Williams out of town

"and you're gonna make history.

You're gonna be the first man
was ever baptized with red-eye!"

Ha ha ha!

So he tries,

and I hit him over the head
with a bottle...

right over here
on his bald spot.

Ha ha ha ha!

They was picking glass
out of his head for three days!

[all laughing]

[laughing]

Now, wait a minute, fellas.

You haven't heard
the payoff yet.

A week later he's sending me
a box of candy.

He don't want to kick me
out of town no more--

He wants to show it to me!

[all laughing]

Excuse me.

Well, if you don't
think it's funny, mister,

nobody's making you listen.

Is your father
Sam Williams?

I'm busy. If you're looking
for a girl to drink with--

I'm looking for a girl
to tell some bad news to.

Well, tell it
to somebody else.
I don't want to hear it.

Hey, we're out of liquor.

Don't bother,
I'll get it.
Excuse me.

Eddie! How about
another bottle?

Look, I came
all the way from Stockton

to tell you that
your father's very badly hurt.

So now you told me.
Feel better?

There's two b*ll*ts
in his chest. He may die.

I only cry over coffee.
Come back in the morning.

In the morning
he may be dead.

Now, I want you to
go back to Stockton
with me tonight.

What?!

Mister, you're funny,
you really are.

Even if I wanted to,
you figure I got
all that time to waste?

Maybe a week? Do you know
how much I make in a week?

One hundred dollars,
guaranteed.

Hard money. Gold.
Weighed out on a scale.

-It's about time.
-I'll pay you $100
in advance.

I don't take tips.

Then maybe
you'll take some advice.

He's your father, and you're
all the family he's got.

If he dies
and you're not there,

only strangers are gonna
hear his last words.

-Miss Williams!
-Get this straight--

No one is more of
a stranger to me
than my father.

Here we are, gentlemen.

Mike...

Stu...

Me.

Drink up.

-You're going back
to Stockton with me
-Now, look--

If I have to
put you on my back,

dump you on a train,
and ship you out like freight,

because I figure
that's the cheapest way
you can go.

You heard
what the lady said.

-The lady?
-Oh, I'm gonna k*ll myself.

-Come on.
-Let go of me!

Wait a minute.
Unh-unh.

Two-to-one,
that's enough odds.

All right, that's enough.
Come on, show's over.

Show's over.

Show's over.

Show's over.

[chuckles]

It's easier sittin'.

No. You don't take tips,
I don't take favors.

I don't give favors.

I was figuring
we'd talk a little business.

Excuse me.

It ain't hard to see why
you was in a hurry.

Sure is hard to believe
that you'd come along
just for the money.

Hundred for my time,
hundred for my trouble.

Lady's gotta
think of herself.

I always thought a lady
would think of her father.

Was he the only one
that got hit?

Well, he was the nearest.
That's how they got up so close.

He must be getting old.

He always
used to have
good eyes.

He still has.

He sees you in that dress...

well, you know, he does
think you're a school marm.

He's still making me up
to suit himself.

[laughs] He hasn't even
seen me since I was ten.

Oh?

Right after Ma died.

He just couldn't take it,
I guess. He fell apart.

Anyway, he stayed
hard solid drunk for a year.
Till he took off.

-You mean he just left you?
-Mm-hmm.

He'll tell you that
he left me in good hands.

The Kellers? Real good hands.

Especially Mr. Keller's--
Always grabbing.

And Mrs. Keller,
she got an able-bodied sl*ve
for room and board.

Washing, scrubbing,
cooking, weeding...

and Mr. Keller...

Mmm! The saloon was paradise
after that.

I didn't know
anything about that.

What's the difference?

I don't even know why
I'm telling you anyway.

Doesn't mean
anything to you.

But Sam does.

And I was hoping he might mean
a little bit more to you.

Oh, he means
a lot to me, all right.

I don't suppose
I'll ever be able to repay him
for all he's done.

But who knows? Maybe.

Just maybe.

Well, uh...

We should be pulling
into Stockton

sometime mid-day tomorrow.

You, uh, better try
to get some sleep.

I'm used to doing without.

[laughs]

Come on, come on,
you're not in
some saloon in Mesa.

What's the matter
with you, anyway?

Well, for one thing,
I'm tired of waiting.

Where's that brother of yours
supposed to meet us?

He'll be here.
But in the meantime,

would you at least try
to look like a lady?

Hmm?

I said, in the meantime

would you at least try
to look like a lady?

Oh.

Mr. Barkley, I didn't think
you were the type to notice
a thing like that.

Well, you never can
tell about men, I guess.

Better?

[wagon approaching]

JARROD: Whoa!

Sorry I'm late, Nick,

but I got delayed
over at the sheriff's office.

Looks like we got
a line on those rustlers.

We found some wagon tracks
down below the point,
and some ice.

-Ice?
-Yep.

So that's why they didn't
try to sell our beef in town.

Looks like they've been
butchering it right on the spot,

icing it down,
and shipping it out.

-Any idea where?
-Yeah, I--

-Say, Nick, that girl
over there, that isn't--
-A school marm from Mesa.

-Has Sam got any idea?
-I'm sure he doesn't.

Well, he shouldn't see her
looking like that.

He won't,
I guarantee you that.
He won't.

Would you, uh,
like to meet her?

By all means.

Miss Rosemary Williams,
my brother Jarrod.

-Miss.
-Sir.

You'll be pleased to know
your father's stronger
this morning.

Matter of fact, the doctor's
beginning to have hope.

Yes, well...

Nick, the sheriff and I
are riding over to Clay Springs.

-I'd better be on my way.
-Clay Springs?

Yeah, that's over
in Minton county.

He thinks maybe the rustlers
may be shipping our cattle
over there.

Any particular reason?

-Only that they've just had
a siege of anthrax--
-[coughing]

It forced the price of beef
sky high.

I'll probably be back
sometime tomorrow.

A pleasure, miss.

Nick.

A pleasure. Huh.

Little more of a surprise
I'd say, wouldn't you,
Mr. Barkley?

Come on, Miss Williams.

Let's go. Git!

Whoa.

Oh...

Oh, this is real nice,
Barkley.

Come on.

Watch your step.

Put her away now.
I won't need her.

Come on.

It's really nice.

A lot of things you see around
here are your father's work.

Well, now, let's go in and meet
the rest of the family.

[chiming]

Mother?

Audra!

We're home.

VICTORIA: Nick!

I was beginning
to get worried.

What happened?
Didn't you find Rosemary?

Uh...I'm Rosemary Williams.

Oh.

Oh, so you're
Sam's daughter.

Well, I'm Victoria Barkley,
and I'm so glad you could come.

No use wasting
two hundred dollars.

A hundred for her time
a hundred for her trouble.

I see.

Well, you must be tired
after your long trip.

-Please, sit down.
-AUDRA: Nick!

Oh, Nick, I'm so glad
you got here!

Audra.

Oh, um...

Audra, this is
Mr. Williams' daughter
Rosemary,

and this is my daughter
Audra.

How are you.

How do you do. I--

I'm so glad you
were able to come.

Where is he?

Upstairs in the guest room.

You want me to go up now?

Just as soon as you change.

Oh-- Yes, of course.

You-- You'll want to change
after that long, dusty trip.

Well, I only brought
the one dress.

I didn't count on
being here long.

Well, that won't
make any difference.

Audra can loan you
something.

-Audra, would you please
take Rosemary to her room?
-Surely. This way.

Schoolteacher?

Saloon girl.

I don't understand, Nick.

Rosemary Williams,
a saloon girl.

And wanting money
to visit her own father.

Well, Sam hasn't seen her
since she was ten years old,

and this schoolteacher talk
is all a...

well, it's a part
of Sam's dream.

I don't think it was
such a good idea
bringing her here.

-If Sam ever finds out--
-He won't.

I guarantee that.
He won't.

I paid that girl $200

so that Sam could
keep his dream.

That should be
enough for her.

-I hope you're right.
-So do I.

I'm sure either of these
will fit you.
You can take your pick.

Thanks. I don't wear
anybody's hand-me-downs.

I had enough of that
growing up.

-I hope you're not offended.
-Oh, no offense,

I just don't wear
hand-me-downs, that's all.

You have lovely hair,
Rosemary.

Have you ever thought
of wearing it down?

I like it up.

[knocking]

You about ready?

Oh. Pretty near.

You better
hurry up and change.

No telling how long your
father's gonna be conscious.

I told you,
I only brought one dress.

Well, what about--

What about Audra's dresses
here?

I'll wear my own.

I'm ready.

Unh-unh.

Not like that,
you're not.

-Like this
or I don't go at all.
-What's the matter with you?

-Your father's a very sick man.
-I never begged to come here.

Seems to me
it was your idea.

Now, you listen to me,
and you listen good--

VICTORIA: Nick.

It doesn't matter.
Sam's unconscious again.

[door shuts]

Walt. Walt, I was--

What's the matter,
Marv?

You lose a lot at
the poker table tonight?

I was at the saloon.

Some of the hands
from the Barkley ranch

come over to the table
to play.

Ease up, boy,
ease up.

You're shakin' all over.

Now, just tell me
what happened.

I got to askin' one of 'em
about the old man.

Said I was a friend
of his from Nevada.

And?

He said the doc
was out this morning.

Heard him tell Mrs. Barkley
Williams was doing real good.

Told her that
the longer he lasts,

the better chance
he had of livin'.

I see.

Well, well, well, now.

Tough old coyote,
isn't he?

-What are we gonna do?
-Do?

If he lives.

I think tomorrow morning...

we oughta pay
Sam Williams a visit.

Trying to break
into that house,

we're taking a chance.

Don't have to break in
to visit a sick friend.

Do we, Marv?

Well, good morning.

-I'm in sort of a hurry--
-I know, I know, you're late,

but that horse
has gotta be watered.

You gonna be gone long?

Probably all day.

Nick, I'm sorry
I can't stay.

I know with Heath gone
you've got all you can do

besides taking care
of Mr. Williams.

I think I can manage,
Audra.

Besides, it might be best
if you were away.

You seem to rile up
Miss Williams quite a bit.

Look, don't think
she's driving me out.

It's just that I have
a lot of appointments to keep.

All right.

[chuckles]

There ya are.

Nick, she doesn't
want to help him, does she?

I don't know, sis.
Doesn't seem that way,
does it?

I'll see ya, huh?

ROSEMARY:
Come on over here.
[imitates chicken clucking]

Good morning.

Up and around
kind of early,
aren't you?

Good morning.

I, uh...

I saw the buggy hitched
and figured you were planning
to take me back,

so I thought I'd enjoy
as much of the countryside
as I could...

while I could.

Are you planning
to take me back?

Not a chance.

Figurin' on you
to pull Sam through,
you know.

-You don't give up easy,
do you?
-No, no.

Saw little miss proper leaving.
Afraid I might poison her?

[laughs]

Miss Williams, I think
you got Audra all wrong.

She's only trying to help.

What do you mean?

Well, Audra's a woman,

not much younger
than yourself, you know,

and she's trying to put
herself in your place,

trying to make things
as easy and as comfortable
as possible for you.

Well, you tell her
for me not to worry.

Having your $200
has made this whole thing
easy and comfortable enough.

Money sure means
a whole lot to you,
doesn't it?

Only thing I know
keeps a cold world

from calling
somebody like me "Hey you."

Well, this is one thing
we don't have in a saloon--

[clucking]

Well, you don't have to
go back to the saloon,
you know.

You sure?

Must be a lot of men
in Mesa just lookin'
to marry you.

Oh...

two-bit cow hands,
four-bit miners,

up to their chins in red-eye
talkin' nineteen to the dozen.

Well, maybe they weren't
as drunk as you thought.

Maybe they were just...
afraid of being turned down.

Maybe.

You know something?

If you'd...

scrape off
some of that w*r paint,

you might find
a very pretty girl
underneath, you know?

No, you wouldn't.
You know why?

Hmm?

Because of that
old man up there...

that means so much to you,

the one that's so special
to all you Barkleys.

You see this?

That was him
twenty years ago.

I've been carrying it
around a long time.

I used to look at this every
night before I went to bed...

just to remind me fresh
of who was responsible
for me being what I am.

I used to promise myself
I'd make him pay.

Well, the last couple of years
I started to forget.

Hurt got numb, I guess.

And just like that,

you pop up
and offer me $200.

I said to myself,
"Why should I let an old hurt
rob me of $200?"

So here I am.

I'm sorry I came.

Is that the only reason
you've been wearing that locket?

The only reason.

Did you ever stop to think
that maybe

Sam paid a thousand times
for his mistakes?

You know, I...

I remember nights
walking into the bunkhouse,

and all the other boys
would be in town,

Sam would be sitting there
on the bunk, thinkin'...

so deep in thought that

a herd of stampeding cattle
wouldn't shake him loose.

Then there'd be other times

when we'd be out on night watch
together, just Sam and I,

and we'd be sitting around
just talking,

and all of a sudden my voice
would be the only voice
you could hear.

I'd look over at Sam
and say,

"Sam, something bothering you?"

And Sam'd say,

"a couple of things...
a couple of things."

and that's all
there'd be to that.

You know,
there's nothing worse
than a man living alone...

with his past
that's he's sorry for.

Maybe you'd better
take me back, Barkley.

If you think you're gonna
soft-talk me out of
what I feel, you're wrong.

Now, listen--

Company.

WALT: Morning, Nick.

Hello, Walt.
What are you
doing out here?

This is Marv Bayliss.
Old friend of Sam's
from Nevada.

We was just wondering if maybe
we could visit with him.

I'm sorry, doctor's orders.
No visitors.

Oh. Gotta go by the doc,
I guess.

We can come back again.

Assuming he's gonna
make it, of course.

We'll do our best.

No need to mention
we was by,

we'd kind of like
to surprise him
if we could.

I won't.

Nick.

He's got one surprise
comin' already.

Open your eyes, old man.

Open 'em.
I'm not leaving here
till you do.

You're gonna see what I am.

You're gonna know
what you've done.

Maybe get to know yourself.

Know that you're mean
and low and empty,

a man never cared nothin',
only for hisself.

All right, maybe when Ma died
you needed somebody.

Well, so did I.

You didn't care
nothin' about that.

You found your friend
in a bottle...

left me to find my own way.

Well, I found it, all right.

You know when I started?
When I was fifteen.

If you live, old man,
you're gonna think about that.

When it's late...
when it's dark...

and the sleep don't come...

you're gonna think about it,
just like I did.

Had to do it, didn't ya?
You had to make him pay.

-That right.
-No matter what
it might do to him.

He never even
opened his eyes.

Well, I'm telling you,

don't you ever
try that again.

Try telling somebody else.
I don't have to take orders
from you.

You're taking my money,
you're taking my orders,

as long as you're
living in my house.

Listen, you, I am just as good
as anybody in this place!

And that goes for your mother
and your sister, too!

How long has it been
since you've taken
a real good look at yourself?

How long has it been?

Don't you dare talk to me

down that long
Barkley nose of yours!

There's men come fifty miles
just to dance with me!

Well, this is no saloon
in Mesa. This is my home.

And your father is not
gonna see you dressed like that.

So you're gonna
change that dress, right now...

Rosie.

SAM: Nick! Nick!

Nick, I thought
I heard someone.
Who was it?

You just take it easy, Sam.
Just lay back there and rest.

Everything's under control.
I'll be right back.

Nick. I--

Rosemary!

I just say
it's too risky.

Better have
some of the men do it.

No! We gotta
do it ourselves.

Now, we do it right,
he just stops breathing,
that's all.

Even a doc will think
he took a bad turn.

Listen, we still
gotta get into the house.

We go back
when it gets dark,
that's all.

They can't watch him
all night.

Now, come on,
let's go.

That's Sam's girl.

Walt.

That was a bad spill.

I'm sorry. I've been
nothing but trouble.

Ohh...

WALT: Miss?

You need any help?

I need a lot of help,
mister.

You don't think
he's hurt bad, do you?

It's just a cut,
is all.

He always did
have a hard head.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

No, thank you.
I'm almost finished.

Well...

maybe I better go upstairs
and change my dress.

I expect it's high time, anyway.

Here, hold this on your head
and I'll cut some bandages.

-Silas, where's Nick?
-He's in the g*n room,
Mr. Jarrod.

Nick, the sheriff and I--

What happened to you?

I just got thrown.
It could have been
a lot worse.

If Walt Meeder
hadn't brought him in--

Meeder? Has he
been out this way?

He dropped by to see Sam.
Seems they're good friends.

It seems they're very
good friends, Nick.

They've been stealing
our beef together.

Sam?

Oh, Jarrod,
that's imposs--

I'm only telling you
what I found out
in Clay Springs.

Meeder's been selling
fresh-cut beef up there

with Barkley bills of sale...

signed by Sam Williams.

That's why he wanted
to take the point that night,
Nick, to warn 'em off.

Where did Meeder
go from here?

Well, he didn't.
He's still here.

He wanted coffee,
so--

Silas,

are those men still
out in the kitchen?

No, sir,
they just went upstairs.

Said they was friends
with Mr. Williams,

so I took them
to his room.

Make sure Rosemary
stays in her room.

The Barkleys just
got lucky, huh?

Just picked the right place
and the right night
to jump us, huh?

That's the truth,
and I was hoping to warn you.

Except you come up
too sudden.

Did you tell 'em that, too?

I wouldn't do that, Walt.

I wouldn't...
even did they ask.

Well, they won't.

They won't.

[screaming]

Hold it!

Sam, you all right?

Yeah.

[groaning]

Jarrod rode into
Clay Springs today.

Get him out of here.

ROSEMARY:
Let me go!

Rosemary, no!

Pa!

Rosemary?

Rosemary.

All right, move.

Rosemary.

Rosemary...

I brought her here
because I thought
you were worthwhile, Sam.

-Nick, I--
-You were in on it
with Meeder, weren't you?

You were helping him
steal our beef.

What are you doing?
What are you saying?

Just a minute, Rosemary.

You're calling him a thief!

He almost died
for you out there!

You were out there to
warn 'em off, weren't you?

That's a lie.

Sam?

That's the truth,
Rosemary.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.
-What...

Rosemary, a couple of years ago
I went up to Mesa.

I stopped at the saloon,
and...

I seen ya in there.

But you didn't see me.

That was why
I listened to Walt.

For two solid years
I been on fire,

hoping to put five or six
hundred dollars together,

maybe get a few head,

make a start for myself...

maybe get her
out of that place.

So she could be
like I always wanted her to be.

You should have
come to me.

You should have told me.

Well...

it was the shame of it,
I guess, for me.

For me, not for you.

Knowing it was my fault.

I always wanted
the best for you,
Rosemary, and...

now I can't give you nothin'.

You just give me
all I ever wanted.

I know that...

there's no way of paying back
what you've done for us,

but I have a little
money saved,

and I'd like to pay you back
what you lost.

I don't think this is the...

right time to talk
about business.

Thanks for not
pressing the charges,

in case I didn't say it
before.

You said it before,
Rosemary.

I'm gonna miss
this place, Nick.

There's no reason for you
to go so soon, is there?

Pa's strong enough now,
and I gotta get back.

To the saloon?

One of them cow hands.

He's been asking, and...

maybe he wasn't so drunk
after all.

Look, we may have to
start small,

so it will take a while
to get you paid off.

I'll tell you what.

You miss one payment,
I'm gonna have to come up there
and collect it myself.

Be nice to see you.
Anytime.

Well, uh..

uh, this--

Can't let a lady
tote her own bag,
now, can I?

Hyah. Giddyup.

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