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Whoa, ho!

That's Mallory cattle down there, isn't it?

They're a long way from Mallory Range.

Yeah, but who's driving 'em?

We better take a look.

Hey.

See those rustlers were at it again.

Thanks, you Cartwrights did us a big favor.

Me and Stokely been hunting this bunch.

Heard the firing.

How many rustlers this time?

There's four of them. I think I winged one 'em.

They scattered in the breaks.

Well, we'll track 'em, but I don't expect it'll do much good.

Once in there, they're gone like smoke.

Yeah.

Descriptions would help

if you got that close.

No, we didn't.

Ah, it's just my luck.

What I need is more men.

But all I get from the owners is another letter saying, uh,

cut down expenses.

You ever tried talking to them in-person?

I'm afraid that'd be a long ride. They live in London.

Well, let's get on with it.

Our yearly board meeting just completed.

And investments in India, Malay, Burma,

all paying a respectable 12% profit

with one exception.

- Uh, yes... - This Mallory cattle ranch.

- Yes, I was trying... - Yearly loss...

6,000 pounds.

Shocking.

Oh, 5,920 pounds, to be exact, sir.

A round figure, 6,000.

Always said it was a bad idea.

Still say it's a bad idea.

I imagine you have a defense of some kind?

I'd like to hear it now, but please be brief.

Lord Gore Stanhope, I don't with to sound disrespectful,

but there is no more profitable investment

than cattle ranching in the United States.

A 6,000 pound loss scarcely proves that.

Well, sir, we've had difficulties, I agree,

but the returns can be enormous.

To look after the ranch site, for one thing, is almost nothing.

Taxes and salaries, negligible.

And there are thousands of miles of grazing land in Nevada,

all absolutely free.

Our only expense is the buying of the livestock.

Where's the profit?

Well, we've suffered losses.

Cattle have been rustled... stolen.

You feel this project is sound?

Yes, indeed, I do, sir.

Then I suggest you go to this Nevada and put it on a paying basis,

or look for other employment.

Well, there's nothing I would rather do but, uh,

my wife happens to be expecting a baby.

That's very commendable, Mr. Harwood.

For the sake of your future, for your family's future,

I suggest you book passage immediately.

Yes, sir.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Hyah, hyah!

Coachman, do be careful with the pram.

But, ma'am, there ain't no such thing on the list.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I mean the baby carriage.

Hey. Huh, we got us some distinguished visitors.

Ha!

The least we could do is say hello.

Uh...

Trouble with you men is

you don't know how to meet society folk.

Mingled with hundreds of them when I traveled all over the world.

Let's go meet 'em.

And I'll teach you how to curtsey.

Stay where you are.

I just wanna be friendly.

Well, just keep your nose out of things that ain't none of your business.

This city's gonna get a bad name if we don't greet folks sociably.

I said, stay out of it now, and I mean it.

Mr. Harwood, I'm Zac Bolton, foreman at the Mallory ranch.

How do you do? I'm glad you got my letter.

This is Mrs. Harwood.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

I've reserved the best room at the hotel for you,

and we can get the rest of your things later.

We had planned to go straight to the ranch.

Well, I thought you and the missus

might want to, uh, get rested and cleaned up first,

and then, uh, in the morning,

we can ride out to the ranch and check things over.

I'll make it easy for you.

Don't worry, you won't be stuck here long.

Mr. Bolton, this is more than a visit.

My job is to put the Mallory ranch in a sound, profitable basis.

We expect to remain here until it is.

Mr. Harwood, you're not used to ranching. It's a rough life.

Uh, particularly for someone in your wife's condition.

I assume that babies have been born on ranches before.

Well, of course.

Well, then I suggest that you order a carriage,

so that we can get to the ranch immediately.

Mr. Bolton, you seem awfully worried. Is anything wrong?

Ma'am, I tried to tell your husband this ride could be dangerous.

Those rustlers are just looking for trouble

ever since Joe Cartwright winged one of 'em.

Mr. Bolton, we shall just have to take our chances

Down, both of you!

You go on to the ranch.

I'll take care of this bunch.

Gillian, you all right?

Oh, I'm fine. Baby kicked a little more than usual.

I think all that noise must've disturbed him a bit.

Perhaps we should do as Bolton suggested,

go back to the hotel.

Darling, you've got a job to do.

We didn't travel all these miles for me to stand in your way.

That's my girl.

Come on! Giddy-up!

Leslie, I had no idea, it's absolutely breathtaking!

My dear, the firm considers the Mallory ranch a white elephant.

Perhaps now they'll listen to my judgment.

Uh, please don't forget the pram.

Don't worry, Hop Sing come back for everything.

No understand why nobody tell Hop Sing people coming.

Well, it must've been an oversight.

No understand oversight. They just stupid!

- Oh, Leslie, it's charming. - Hmm.

So much like the Ridgley place in Uxbridge.

Oh, I must say I had the wrong impression about both.

Everything's in superb order.

Oh, there's so much I can do to make it a little more cozy.

I can't wait to see the rest of it.

Missy? Mister? Where you go?

Uh, do bring everything up here.

We've found just the right room for the nursery.

No, no, no, no! You no change nothing!

You wait, I come!

No, no, no, no change! No change nothing!

No, no, you wait!

Oh...

You wait for me! You no change nothing!

No change nothing!

Hop Sing coming now! You wait, no change!

No can do! This Mr. Hoss bedroom!

Well, I haven't the slightest idea who Mr. Hoss is,

but we represent the owners.

When Mr. Cartwright sell this place?

Oh, well over two years ago.

He not tell me nothing.

Now, don't you worry, my dear fellow. Your position is quite secure.

Leslie, it's absolutely perfect.

Naturally, we'll have to redo it in pink if it's a girl.

Oh, no, no, no, no! Mr. Hoss not gonna like that!

Oh, I'm sure he won't mind.

We shall find every comfortable quarters for him.

Uh, don't you think this is quite unsuitable for the baby?

Yes, you're quite right, my dear.

No! No, no, no, That Mr. Hoss favorite girl.

No! Hey, come back!

Hey, what's going on here anyhow?

We're just getting the nursery in order.

- What? - How do you do?

I'm Leslie Harwood. This is my wife, Gillian.

Hi.

Did, uh, Mr. Bolton not mention we were coming?

Bolton?

Yes, some rustlers attacked us on the road,

and Bolton went after them.

We decided to come straight on ahead and move in.

I don't quite know how to tell you this, Mr. Harwood, but, uh...

I think you're on the wrong ranch.

This is the Ponderosa.

The Mallory ranch is still quite a few miles farther up.

Well, I'm terribly sorry. How very embarrassing.

You see?

Mr. Cartwright not sell Ponderosa before asking Hop Sing.

Oh, I'll, uh, put everything back exactly the way we found it.

Oh, don't trouble yourself.

Mrs. Harwood, please, won't you sit down?

Well, I should have known better.

Perhaps you'd, uh, give us the proper directions.

Well, I think it's a bit late to go to the Mallory ranch today.

Why don't you people stay here for supper and stay the night,

and then we'll show you the right way in the morning.

Oh, no, we couldn't possibly impose on you.

No trouble at all.

We might even be able to tell you

a little bit about cattle ranching in this part of the world.

I take it you've just arrived in the country.

Yes, sir, we have.

I'm a banker,

and I'm here to look into the management

of the Mallory ranch.

You see, the only way Leslie could keep his job

- was by coming out... - No, Gillian, please.

We mustn't burden them with our troubles.

Well, it's no burden.

What about the invitation? Will you stay?

Oh, Leslie, couldn't we stay? We've been so much trouble.

I'm sure they wouldn't mind a little more.

Of course there won't be any more trouble.

Hop Sing, we'll have guests for supper.

Ah, Mr. Bolton, I'm afraid we've picked the wrong ranch.

Did you catch the desperadoes?

No, they got too far ahead of me.

Zac, what with Mrs. Harwood's condition,

I thought it best if our English friends stay the night with us.

We'll bring them over in the morning.

So, we'll see you tomorrow, hm?

Fine.

Ben, um, I think they're being a little foolish

staying out on the ranch.

They really don't belong out there.

Could you talk to them for me?

Thanks.

Right on down there.

Yes, this is, uh, a little bit more what I was expecting yesterday.

Or a little less.

But maybe it'll look better after we clean it up a bit.

Good heavens.

Well, it looks as though we can start almost anywhere.

Almost anything would be an improvement.

It, uh, certainly doesn't look like the Ponderosa.

No, ma'am, it sure doesn't.

Something's been burned into the mantelpiece.

That's the ranch brand, sir, the flying M for Mallory ranch.

I see, so it is.

Where do I find Mr. Bolton?

Oh, he's probably in the barn or the bunkhouse.

I'll tell him you're here.

Thank you.

Flying M,

Mallory ranch brand...

We, uh, really do have a lot to learn, don't we?

Yes. One thing I do know,

we shall need at least a dozen charwomen

to clean this place up.

Oh, darling, I don't think they have that many charwomen in Nevada.

We're just gonna have to pitch in for ourselves.

Darling, I am sorry.

Don't be sorry.

I have the most beautiful pregnancy planned.

Being bundled into bed at the first sign of discomfort,

and sending you off to the shops for all these exotic foods.

I think that might prove a little difficult.

Oh, and then at 8:00 one morning...

Why, the time plans that you wouldn't be late for the office.

We'd have our baby in our very own flat.

It doesn't look as though it's going to work out quite that way.

No.

- Mr. Bolton. - Uh, Mr. Harwood.

Ma'am.

Well, I see you got here all right, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

as you can see, I had the house all cleaned up for you.

Yes, we noticed.

Haida!

I had my gear all moved out into the bunkhouse,

so as not to be in your way.

Uh, it's very kind of you.

Haida, here, she's been keeping house for me.

I figured she could do the same for the missus.

Oh, excellent.

I thought I told you to get this junk out of here. Now do it!

Mr. Bolton, we address our help in civil tones always.

Help? She's my daughter.

Even so.

Leave those.

Did you bring those flowers?

Thank you, they're lovely.

If you could show me to the bedrooms, then I could start unpacking.

Only one more load, Mr. Harwood.

Thank you.

Well, I see you brought yourself some help.

Master Hunter's been good enough to show us the way here.

He's been very helpful.

Master Hunter?

Now, I want to start counting the cattle immediately.

Count it?

- You want us to bring 'em in here so... - I want a saddle horse.

I want to inspect the cattle.

One saddle horse coming up.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing, sir.

The way you're staring, one would think

you'd never seen riding clothes before.

Oh, I've seen riding clothes before,

but not quite like those.

Well?

Um, I got a couple horses for you.

Well, I saddled two so's, uh, you could have a choice.

Uh, Firecracker here, he's... Well, he's dependable.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

Mr. Harwood, I wouldn't take that horse...

Uh, then there's, uh, Sleepy here.

Now, of course, he's a little younger.

Hm, obviously.

He's a side-winding crazy horse!

Oh, he's a bit frisky, but, uh, like I said, choice is yours.

Mr. Harwood, please don't.

This one.

You haven't got a saddle with, uh...

without that ridiculous horn, have you?

Afraid not. That's all we use hereabouts.

Stirrups seem a little long.

Still, when in Rome...

Yee-ah-ho!

Ah, ah!

Oh! Oh!

Yo! Yo!

Whenever you're ready, Mr. Bolton.

All right, I'll saddle up.

Uh, Firecracker?

Dependable horse.

You, uh, warned him, didn't you?

I tried, but I didn't think...

My husband was expecting it.

He said there's always a bit of hazing going on

when a new man arrives.

He was in the Queen's cavalry, you know?

Please, you must not, the baby.

Oh, I'm sure by now,

this baby's accustomed to almost anything.

You must rest.

Oh, I mustn't get used to this.

Feels too good.

Your wood box is full, Mrs. Harwood.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm sure Mr. Cartwright must be expecting you.

Oh, no, ma'am, he said I could stay around

as long as I was helping you and didn't get underfoot.

You're helping a lot.

It's been a pleasure, ma'am.

You could use some kindling. I'll go swipe you some.

I was surprised when Mr. Bolton said you were his daughter.

I mean, the way he speaks to you.

He shouts, it's his way.

Well, doesn't your mother object to it?

I don't remember. She died when I was little.

I'm sorry.

She was Nez Percé.

Daughter of a chief.

Well, then that makes you a princess. And you look like one.

Will you stay at the ranch long?

Only until Mr. Harwood gets his affairs straightened out.

I am very good with babies.

Then I hope you stay here as long as we do.

Gentlemen, this cattle rustling has deeply upset me, and my firm.

They do not suffer losses lightly.

However, they are prepared to reward vigilance generously.

For any month in which no cattle are stolen,

you will all be paid a 5% bonus payable at the end of the year.

Now, this could amount to a sizeable nest egg.

End of the year? Who wants to wait that long?

Be more inviting if you make it once a month.

Yeah, the silver dollar ain't interested in a nest egg.

They want cash money.

Ridgeley & Richardson have operated this method since 1786.

The end-of-the-year bonus encourages savings.

Me, I'm interested in spending.

Uh, Mr. Harwood, you forgot to mention

a couple of things you told me.

Did I, Jamie?

Yes, sir, you said you were gonna have the herd guarded day and night.

Half the hands working and the other half off.

Of course.

Uh, Mr. Bolton,

perhaps you would be kind enough to draw up schedule?

And the reward?

For capturing the cattle rustlers?

But I thought the bonus would, uh...

In addition to the bonus,

I will pay a reward of $200 for any information

leading to the arrest and conviction of the cattle rustlers.

There you are. Give you a chance to earn some real money.

Yeah. Or a bullet in the head.

Lord Gore Stanhope isn't going like this.

Since we left London, the losses have increased.

Round figure is 7,000 pounds.

Our cattle are branded.

Why hasn't somebody seen and reported them?

They're just plain vanished.

How could they?

Well, anyone can get rid of 50 or 60 head of cattle

around Virginia City easy.

You know, restaurants, boarding houses, hotels.

I looked into that.

Well, maybe you ought to get the sheriff to help you.

Mr. Harwood,

I been doing my job, and I expect to go on doing it,

but not if I have to have half-drawn brats telling me how!

I was just simply making a few suggestions.

- And good ones, too. - Thank you.

Now, you just listen to me, both of you!

I will not have him snapping at my heels!

You send him back to the Ponderosa, or you just get yourself a new foreman.

And remember, the men go with me!

Mr. Bolton, I will not permit myself to be threatened.

Tell the men, I'll have their wages ready for them.

Haida!

I'm going.

If you wanna go with me, get your clothes together right now.

Miss Harwood, if there's any trouble with the rustlers, remember,

your husband brought it on himself, because I won't be here, or my men.

I'm sorry.

Don't be, it wasn't your fault.

He goes, he want me to go.

That's why I am sorry.

It's not what we want.

Your father expects you to go with him.

No, he said many times that he would like to get rid of me.

Sure didn't wait.

Writing a report?

To myself.

I should write a letter to Lord Gore Stanhope.

"My Lord, in the space of a few hours under my superb management,

"the Mallory ranch now has no foreman and not a single ranch hand."

Oh, darling.

I wish you could've recommended an investment

other than cattle ranching.

Young Jamie went to bed early. Shouldn't he be up by now?

He's up a long time ago. He's gone now.

Gone?

Yes, I was in his bedroom. He's gone.

His horse is gone, too.

Oh, don't worry, darling. Eat something.

Young Jamie probably feels responsible

because Mr. Bolton and all the hands left.

He's just gone back to the Ponderosa.

Now, have a little more tea.

You'd have a better appetite if you had cup of strong, black coffee.

Only women drink tea in this country.

Well, in England, everyone drinks tea.

Now I insist, one or two more mouthfuls.

No, I must go and look at the herd and find some new men.

If I could remember where the herd is.

Bolton took me up there yesterday, but, uh...

Willow Grace.

Yes, I know the place, but, uh...

I will ride with you.

I'd appreciate that.

I'll go get the horses.

Darling, you sure you're not going to be frightened, being alone?

Have I been frightened up until now?

The herd is gone.

Yes.

Which is the best route to the Ponderosa?

That way, where the grass is trampled.

Yes, I thought it might be.

You go back and take care of Mrs. Harwood, will you?

I have a call to make.

Come on!

Mr. Cartwright!

Our neighbor Harwood's in a flat-out hurry.

Yeah, I hope he don't fall off that horse before he gets here.

Mr. Harwood, how you doing?

I'm looking for Master Hunter, do you know where he is?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Jamie!

Hi, Mr. Harwood!

We were just moving the herd to fresher graze,

then we were gonna come over and see you.

Were you, really?

It might interest you to know

that every single head of cattle on the Mallory ranch has disappeared.

You're kidding.

I'm sorry, I fail to find that amusing.

Flying M?

That's the Mallory brand.

Why are my cattle mixed with yours?

- To protect them. - Yeah.

You see, Mr. Harwood, I was worried,

and I didn't wanna wake you up, so I rode to the Ponderosa.

Jamie told us what happened. You without help.

We thought the best thing we could do was stand night watch over your herd.

Oh, really!

The rustlers were moving in when we got there.

Yeah, they heard us coming and ran.

We thought the simplest way to protect your herd

was to put them with ours.

These rustlers you say you saw,

they're very convenient scapegoats, aren't they?

Oh, really, Mr. Cartwright,

the patriarchal manner, the gray hair, the generous helping hand,

you had me completely fooled.

And as for sending the boy,

that's the mark of a true Fagin, I must say.

I suppose you've done very well fleecing other trusting souls.

Hey, look, we're trying to save your herd.

I apologize, Mr. Harwood.

We should have told you what we were doing,

and we would have, had we had a man to spare.

Mr. Cartwright, I cannot afford your help!

Now, I want my cattle returned to the Mallory ranch immediately!

Hoss is cutting them out now.

I shall report this to the authorities.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright. I guess I really messed things up.

Oh, it's not your fault, Jamie. You were trying to help.

I'm the one who's responsible.

He's responsible now.

We'll send his cattle back, and then the rustlers will move in.

They won't take a few head this time, they'll take the whole herd.

Sheriff, I'm Leslie Harwood. I'm in charge of the Mallory ranch.

I would like to make charges against some cattle rustlers.

Well, I heard about you.

For a foreigner, you sure did track 'em down fast.

You got the names?

- Benjamin Cartwright. - Ben Cartwright?

Mr. Harwood, folks told me you spoke a little funny,

but nobody said anything

about something being wrong with your head.

I have the other names.

Mr. Joe Cartwright, Mr. Hoss Cartwright

and Master Jamie Hunter.

Mr. Harwood, Ben Cartwright owns the largest ranch in the state.

Now, what would he want with your measly herd, huh?

Sheriff, it's a simple rule of business.

Just because a man has a great deal,

it doesn't mean to say that he couldn't do with a bit more.

Oh, I see.

If the rest of this country were as honest as Ben Cartwright,

I'd be out of a job.

I have more than sufficient proof.

Now, are you going to make out the necessary papers,

or do I have to go to a higher authority?

All right, I'll speak to Ben and the boys

first time they come to town.

And now there's also the question of, uh,

deputies, I think you call them.

Deputies.

Well, Mr. Bolton and the other hands

have decided to seek employment elsewhere.

Since my firm, Ridgeley & Richardson are extremely high taxpayers,

we would expect you to deputize enough men to guard the herd.

Mister, we got all we can handle to get together a posse

when there's a murder.

Now, if it were our responsibility to provide men

to guard people's herds,

we'd have to bring 'em in here in a wagonload.

This is very strange, I must say.

The English police take a very different view

of their responsibilities.

Well, Nevada's a very large state.

You could take London and put it right smack in the middle

and nobody'd even take notice.

Now, if you're gonna need ranch hands,

you're gonna have to get 'em yourself.

Then you refuse to cooperate?

You're gonna have to do what everyone else does.

Pick up what you can around town,

wait for someone to turn up in the grub line.

Grub line?

Drifters, saddle tramps, pass through town every day.

You feed 'em, size 'em up. If you want 'em, hire 'em.

That is, providing they like you.

Yes. Well, I've got no time for that.

I must tell you that I shall be writing a very long letter

to my firm in London about your local law and order.

If that means another Revolutionary War,

I guess we'll just have to put up with it.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I wonder if...

Gentlemen.

Would any of you be interested in some gainful employment?

It's that fella that came in on the stage.

He wears funny clothes.

Uh, gentlemen, may I have your attention for a moment?

Talks funny, too.

Cherokee, you just don't know about foreigners.

Now, what was that you said, mister?

I asked if any of you

would be interested in gainful employment?

What I said, he talks funny.

Cherokee, if you travel as much as I have,

you'd find everybody talks funny

unless they happen to be living next door.

Now, would you try that again, mister?

I am seeking employees.

More precisely, I need to hire some ranch hands.

See, all you gotta do is listen.

Now, mister, there's all kinds of ranch hands.

There's wranglers, drovers, bronc peelers,

cooks, swampers and just plain, old roustabouts.

Now, what do you have in mind?

Men to take care of a herd of cattle.

No post hole digging.

Not that I'm aware of.

'Cause if there's any fence building, old Cherokee here, he ain't interested

'cause that post hole digger hurts his hands.

I need men to take care of the herd of cattle on the Mallory ranch.

I will pay the going wage.

Mallory ranch, why? What happened to Bolton?

Resigned, he's no longer with the organization.

There he goes again.

What he means is Bolton got fired.

Um, how's the grub?

I think you will find it satisfactory.

Good grub, a going wage, no post holes.

Cherokee, we got us a job. Ha-ha!

Splendid! Gentlemen, follow me!

Thanks, Jamie.

- Oh, hi. - Jamie.

Well, boys, how'd it go?

Well, we got that Mallory herd back over on the home ground.

- We left them on good grass. - Good.

Boy, some of those cattle must be half jack rabbit.

Gave us quite a run.

That table looks a mile away.

I wonder if Hop Sing can serve dinner right here.

It's not dinnertime yet.

Well, I was figuring on getting a little bit of a nap.

Well, I was figuring on something else.

You know, the Mallory herd is still unprotected.

And, uh, those cattle are gonna keep on disappearing.

Well, I said that.

I know. But Mr. Harwood is a neighbor,

even though he hasn't been working at it.

'Cause he didn't know.

Exactly.

And, uh, well, we just can't let his cattle be stolen

just because he's made a mistake.

Look, he wanted his herd back, we brought 'em back.

It's his problem now.

That's very true, but I still feel that somebody

should be out there just in case there's trouble.

Come on, Joseph.

Oh, look, it don't take three men to look at a herd.

That's right. Jamie, you stay here with me.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Hold on, his saddle's slipping.

Well, sir, you got yourself a fine bunch of hands.

I hope so.

And you was real smart picking me as a foreman.

I haven't picked a foreman yet.

Well, then I'll tell you so you can choose the right man.

Now, sir,

there ain't a bit of this country the Big Mac ain't seen.

I worked every kind of a ranch you can think of.

Have you?

You heard of General Frémont, the great explorer?

Well, sir, I was his first scout.

Why, he wouldn't cross the Hudson River

less I was with him.

That's really very impressive.

And, uh... I'm good with this old gun, too.

You know, I was a lawman.

I could've cleaned out the Panhandle single-handed

if the government hadn't have stepped in.

They was afraid I was overshadowing the President.

I might say, you've given yourself a very fine reference.

Well, sir, I'm the retiring kind.

I haven't even mentioned the big things.

Come on!

Ho, ho, ho!

Okay, they're moving nice. Keep moving.

That's Bolton stealing our cattle.

Yeah. One thing for sure, he ain't alone.

I'm gonna put a stop to this.

He's gonna get off this ranch and stay off it.

You mean, you're just gonna tell him?

Of course I am.

Come on!

You ain't even wearing a... a gun!

Come on! Get up, come on!

Harwood's spotted us! Take cover!

Guess he don't wanna talk, least he don't act like it.

Where are the others?

I guess they didn't like the job.

You do have a rifle on your horse, don't you?

Yeah, but no bullets.

See, I ain't been working much lately, and I can't afford 'em.

Hey, how come you don't carry any kind of gun?

I didn't expect a gun battle with ex-employees.

Savages, yes.

Well, it's the same thing. They ain't exactly friendly.

Too many years, too many bottles.

My hand won't stop shaking.

I'll do it.

Move out!

Hey, somebody taught you.

Yes, a few gunnery sergeants at the small arms school.

Bullets.

Uh, like I said, I... ain't been working much lately.

Well, you will be from now on.

Cover me!

Get up.

Drop it.

I'm gonna save your company your fare back to England.

Burying's much cheaper.

I have an apology to make to you people, don't I?

I behaved rather foolishly.

It ain't necessary.

Oh, yes, it is.

Thank you, very much.

In the name of the Father, of the Son, of the Holy Ghost,

I christen thee Leslie Benjamin Harwood.

I don't know if that boy of yours is gonna like his middle name.

I'm sure he will in time.

Ah.

Oh, uh, from the Cartwrights and from Jamie.

A gift for the little boy.

- Oh, Ben, you shouldn't have. - No.

Why not? He's a special child.

He has dual citizenship.

Do you realize that he could become British Prime Minister

or President of the United States?

Well, maybe even both, why not?

At the same time.

Ben, I've got something that might interest you.

"Dear Mr. Harwood,

"your offer for the Mallory ranch and cattle is herewith accepted."

There's more to it, but that's the heart of it.

Then you're gonna stay in Nevada?

Yes, sir, we are.

You've acquired some new neighbors.

I'm delighted, truly delighted.

I was hoping you were going to say that.