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Hey there, boys.
Hello, Mr. Cartwright.

You still Mrs. Dayton's foreman
or are you just her night watchman?

Little trouble with my eyes, Cartwright.
Just giving them a rest.

I'd say you're having a lot of trouble
with them.

I just rode up your east fence line.
It's still shot through with dry rot.

Lane, I told you about it
three weeks ago.

Why haven't you done something
about it?

Just because
you're courting the widow every week

don't give you no right
to give orders around here.

It's a lot easier fixing your fence

than chasing stock
all over the Nevada territory.

Now, why don't you worry
about the widow

and let me worry about the stock?

I don't know what's eating you,

but you're not getting the work done
around here.

So why don't you just pick up
your wages and move on, huh?

Hey, Cartwright,

why don't you go on up to the house

and hold your little woman's
knitting yarn for her?

Or whatever it is
you two do together.

Come on, Lane, break it up.

Peggy, go back in the house.

Here, fellas! Break it up, fellas!

Lane, stop it!
Lane!

Lane, don't!

All right, that's enough.

Adam, stop it!

Adam...

Adam, this is terrible.

When he wakes up, he's gonna
wonder who hit him with an ax handle.

He's not getting work done

and he doesn't
know how to keep a civil tongue.

I told him to pick up his wages
and leave.

Is that right, Mrs. Dayton?

Mr. Cartwright
running the ranch now?

Get your things together.

I'll have your money.

Well, Adam, are you?

Am I what?

Are you running this ranch?

That's not high enough, Adam.
Push me higher.

Oh? Think you can take it?
Uh-huh.

All right, better get ready.

Whee!

Peggy, you better go in
and get ready for lunch.

I wanna talk to Adam.

Aw, Mommy.
Come on.

All right, Peggy, come on. In you go.

I'll give you along ride next time.
A real high one, all right?

I'm sorry, Laura.
He should've been fired weeks ago.

It happens
that I don't like to fire people.

Laura, I've been looking over
the place.

A third of your fence is down.

Barn roof is in need of repair
before the rains come.

Stock looks as though Doc Stone
hasn't taken a look at it all summer.

The neglect around here
is shameful.

Well, you must know it takes money
to replace fences and re-roof barns.

I have a ranch payment
to meet in two weeks.

Let me help. You don't get this place
straightened out, Laura,

you're not gonna be in any shape
to face the fall roundup or the winter.

I don't want charity.

Now, look, Laura, it isn't charity.

It's just a loan.

A business matter entirely.

I conduct my business matters
with Mr. Weems at the bank.

Laura, when was the last time
you inspected this place?

You know, a ranch doesn't run itself.

You gotta watch it, look after it,
all the time.

Well, you seem to forget
that I have a house to look after

and a child to take care of.

How much do you think
a woman can do by herself?

I know.

I'll get you another foreman.

Adam, you just don't understand,
do you?

What's the matter, Mommy?

Mommy?

I thought you liked Adam.

You know, Sally's mother says

she wouldn't be the least bit surprised
if he doesn't marry you.

Well, Sally's mother
is obviously being a bit premature.

Adam's interest in me
seems to be largely business.

But if we need the fence fixed
and the roof fixed,

and you like him and he likes you,
why won't you let him help?

Dear, Peggy.

Well, sometimes people
just get a little bit mixed-up.

I hope banker Weems
had a good breakfast this morning,

and no arguments with his wife.

Them bankers
can stare down a rattlesnake

if they asked for a loan.

Well, I'm gonna do my best
to charm him.

And if he agrees to extend my credit,

you boys can start cutting
the new fence posts right away.

I'll watch out for Peggy
the rest of the day.

Maybe take her horsebacking
if she wants.

Pardon me.
I'm looking for a Mrs. Frank Dayton.

I'm Mrs. Dayton.

This is Dave Wilkins,
one of my hands.

Howdy.
Howdy.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm Ward Bannister, Mrs. Dayton.

I was a friend of your late husband.

Oh? What is it you want?

Well, some months ago, Frank
gave me an envelope for safekeeping.

I didn't hear about his death
till about a week ago,

or I'd have sent it much sooner.

I see.

It's a $10,000 insurance policy
on Frank's life.

Well...

I can hardly believe it.

I had no idea.

Well, it was very thoughtful of you
to ride out all this way to bring it to me.

Well, as it happens,
I didn't come out here just for this.

I'm riding onto Carson City.

You don't happen to be riding
into town, do you, ma'am?

Yes, I am.

And this will make the ride
much more enjoyable.

Well, I'd like to ride along with you
if you don't mind.

The insurance agent in San Francisco
told me that he needs an affidavit

and several questions
have gotta be answered.

Well, I can explain these questions
to your lawyer if you like.

I would appreciate that very much.

It'd be my pleasure.

All right, giddyup.

Mr. Bannister,
you've been so helpful.

I hardly know where to begin
to thank you.

Don't mention it. It's my pleasure.

What are your plans in Carson City?

Nothing special. I just thought I'd try
to catch on at some ranch in the area.

You hardly have the look
of a ranch hand.

Oh, now, these hands
have done an awful lot more

than deal three-card Monte,
Mrs. Dayton.

Well, about the only thing
ranching does for hands

is grow a crop of calluses.

These didn't grow anything else
until I was more than 20.

Well, would you like to come
to work for me?

I'd sure like the chance.

All right. Let's try it.

But I don't think it will be very practical
to wrestle down a calf in those clothes.

You know, I agree with you.

I still have some supplies to order.

While I do that,
you can order some work clothes.

Fine. I'll walk you over to the store.
I have to send a wire to a friend

in Carson City
telling him I'm gonna stay on.

Send this off right away, please.

Keep the change.

Be there in an hour, mister.

Shake hands. Shake hands.

If Sally Jenks' pony
can shake hands,

you ought to be able to,
you dumb old thing.

Now, shake hands.

No, you can't have any sugar
until you mind.

Please shake hands.

Now, shake hands.

Hi, Mother.

Hello, Peggy.

You been a good little girl?
Yes, Mother.

Whoa.

Thank you.

Peggy, this is Mr. Bannister.

My daughter.
How do you do, Peggy?

Hi.

Oh, the bunkhouse
is over next to the barn.

Fine.

And thanks again, Mrs. Dayton.
I'll see you later.

Who's Mr. Bannister, Mother?

Well, he was a friend
of your father's.

He's going to work for us now
as a ranch hand.

Maybe he can help me
with Traveler.

Sally Jenks' pony can shake hands.

Dumb old Traveler won't learn how.

Well, maybe if you're patient with him,
he'll learn too.

Well, he's sure being dumb about it.

But, anyway,
he's faster than Sally's pony.

Hi, Adam.

How's my girl?

Look out!

Sally Jenks' pony can shake hands.
Oh, yeah?

Dumb old Traveler don't even know
what I'm talking about.

Well, I'll tell you what you do.

You get yourself a short little stick
and you put it in your left hand.

Then you hold out your right hand.
You say, "Shake hands, Traveler."

And you take that stick
and you give him a smart rap

right behind the right hoof,

and you'd be surprised how fast

dumb old Traveler's gonna turn
into young smart Traveler.

Really?
Try it.

Thanks, Adam.

Hi, Peg.

Come in.

Hey.

Hello, Adam.
How nice of you to call.

Who's the new man
I saw out at the bunkhouse?

His name is Ward Bannister.

He was a friend of Frank's
in San Francisco.

A friend of Frank's, huh?

Yes. Frank did have some friends.

Here.

What's he doing here?

Oh, he came to give me
a $10,000 life insurance policy

that Frank had left with him.

You'll be interested to know

that I've already ordered
the new fencing and the new roofing

and I've hired a new foreman.

What kind of experience
does this Mr. Bannister have?

Well, he has done a lot of work
with cattle.

Does that qualify him as a foreman?

Dave Wilkins is the new foreman.

Mr. Bannister is the new hired hand.

Now, if either Dave or I are dissatisfied
with his work,

the end of the first week,
he rides out again.

Any more questions?

Good.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some mending to do.

Or maybe you'd rather stay
and watch?

I may have been doing that wrong
all this time too.

The reason I came over was...

Well, if you could possibly be ready,

I would take you and Peggy to church
and on a picnic tomorrow.

Of course, we can be ready,

if you think you can refrain
from criticizing the sermon.

I'll do my very best.

Good.

Sounds like a she-wolf.

There many wolves around here?

Well, there's one denned up there
in the hills with some pups.

Who's this Adam fella?

One of the Canwrights.

Missus is kind of sweet on him.
Kid's crazy about him.

Well,
except for being made foreman,

old Lady Luck has sure gone sour
on me today.

You better deal me in.
She's been sweet as honey to me.

One of you fellas lend me
some rifle ammunition?

Well, there's a whole box of it inside.
Help yourself. Why?

Well, I thought I'd take a crack
at that wolf in the morning.

Hey, that'd sure be a good way

to get rid
of the Sunday morning do-nothings.

Would you mind
if we went with you?

Oh, sure. Fine.

Whoa. Ha, ha.

Oh.
Adam, you hardly paid any attention

to Reverend Holmes' sermon.

Just because I spent half the time
looking at you

doesn't mean I don't know
what the sermon was all about.

The picnic hamper
is in the spring house.

It won't take Peggy and me more
than a few minutes to get changed.

And what are you all grinning about?

A puppy-

For you.
For me?

Oh, thank you, Mr. Bannister.

What are you gonna call him,
Peggy?

I'll call him Prince.

I've always wanted a puppy
called Prince.

Adam, this is Ward Bannister.
Adam Cartwright.

How do you do?
How do you do, Mr. Cartwright?

Laura, you know that's a wolf cub.

Ward here,
he kept complaining last night

how the mother kept him awake,
so this morning we went out to get her.

Wasn't easy
getting that little critter out, either.

Darned if he ain't as frisky
as a kitten.

Well, that was a fool thing to do.

Why was it a fool thing to do,
Adam?

Well, Laura, the pup is fun now,

but when it grows up,
it'll be what it is, a wolf.

We're gonna be gone
for a few hours.

I suggest that you take the cub back,
put him back where you found him.

Any way you want it, Mr. Cartwright.

I don't want him taken back.
I want him to stay here.

Please, Adam.
He's so little and helpless.

Peggy.

He's gotta go back sooner or later.

It'll be better if you do it now
before you really get to like him.

But I like him now
and I'm going to keep him.

Peggy.

I'll go talk to Peggy, ma'am.
I don't wanna cause any trouble.

Hyah. Giddyup.

Laura, you're not gonna let her
keep the pup.

It'll grow up
to be a dangerous animal.

I know, Adam. I know.

I don't know how to run a ranch.

I don't know who to fire.
I don't know who to hire.

The fences are falling down
and the roof's leaking

and the stock is unattended.

Now I can't even make
the right decision

about whether my child
should have a pet or not.

Well, Adam, if I'm so hopeless,
why do you bother?

Why do you even bother?

Two and a half percent
is a very fair return, Mrs. Dayton.

You'll find that though money
is a hard master,

it's a willing servant.

You must make your capital work
for you. That's the ticket.

Well, thank you very much
for your advice, Mr. Weems.

Oh, this is Ward Bannister,
my new hand.

Mr. Weems.
How do you do, Mr. Bannister?

Everything all right, Mrs. Dayton?
Yes.

Including a nice little lecture
on the value of money.

I still have some things to do.
Have you finished your errands?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, would you mind driving me?

I may as well do these things
while we're in town.

Not at all. Where to first?
Bannister?

Yes.

Bless my soul, it is.

How are you, Ward?
Fine, fine.

I'd like you to meet Mrs. Dayton,
she's my employer.

How do you do?

Pleasure, Mrs. Dayton.

Ward, what are you up to now?

I'm a ranch hand.
And a very good one.

Ha, ha. Ward was a very good
timber cruiser for me

some years ago, Mrs. Dayton.

The problem was to keep him
tied down in one place.

Heh. Well, I must hurry along.
Nice to see you, Ward.

And a pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Dayton.

As a matter of fact,
why can't we have lunch at the hotel?

I hate dining alone.

Canfield, I'm not particularly dressed
for a restaurant.

Possibly you can convince him.

I'll be pushing along to San Francisco
in a day or two,

and it may be another five years
before we meet.

You don't have to worry, Ward.

The people in the Virginia City Hotel
are quite used to men in trail clothes.

All right, fine, Mr. Canfield.

Half an hour, then?
Fine.

He seems like a pleasant man.

I suppose the least I could do
is get a shave.

I'll meet you back here
in a half hour, then.

I'll meet you at the hotel.
At the hotel.

Good.
I was hoping you'd think to stop by.

Where's the girl?
Shopping. I'm getting a shave.

She wasn't suspicious

when you told her
you were a friend of her husband's?

From what I gather
from the ranch hands,

he didn't talk too much
about his trips to San Francisco.

Ha-ha-ha. I can understand why.

There was a lot more pleasure
than business. Ha, ha.

Who was she talking to at the bank?

The president. Seemed to me
to be a careful old codger.

That's probably
who she'll be checking with.

I'm rather glad I was careful
to pick something he'd approve.

And what would that be?

The San Francisco-Monterey
Railroad.

San Francisco-Monterey--
I've never heard of it.

Ha, ha. Neither had anyone else
until two months ago.

It's Jay Banyon's promotion.

For old time's sake,
and a cut of the proceeds,

he let me in on it.

Think old Weems will go for this?

I'm sure of it.

Jay's been clever about this one.

Right of way surveys,
negotiations for land.

Ha, ha. Banker Weems has probably
read all about it

in the financial news.

But we've gotta be quick.

What's the next step?

Just follow my lead.

Here's to our pigeon
who's about ready to be plucked.

Just put the things in the back, son.

I just wanna say one thing, Laura.
What?

I'm sorry.

I hadn't realized what a pleasure it was
calling on you

knowing that I was welcome.

Well, the Running D's always
welcomed calls from neighbors.

That's not exactly what I meant.

Would you have lunch with me
today?

I've been an idiot, and I realize it.

I hadn't guessed the Cartwright men
would confess to a thing like that.

Well, it takes time, but it sinks in.

I already have a luncheon engagement
today, Adam.

I'm sorry. I really am.

But I don't have any plans
for the evening.

Good. I'll see you tonight.

Those were the good old days, all right.

We were a little younger in those days,
I guess. At least, I was.

You haven't aged--
Do you mind, Mrs. Dayton?

No, not at all.

Ward, have a cigar.
No, no. No, thanks.

Ward,

you occasionally showed a knack
for making money in the past.

Did you ever hang onto any of it?

Just long enough to get me
to the card table, Mr. Canfield.

Too bad.
I agree. But why do you ask?

Well, I'm involved in a most unusual
enterprise in San Francisco.

The San Francisco-Monterey
Railroad.

The shares are a hundred apiece,
which is a sum, of course.

But the value should well double itself
within a very few months.

Well, if Mrs. Dayton will advance me
three month's salary, uh,

I might just be able
to handle one share.

Don't treat it lightly, my friend.

This is a most unusual opportunity.

Did you say the stock would double
its value in a few months?

I should say there's
little chance of it doing othenNise

with the important people behind it.

Why do you ask?

Mr. Canfield, I might be interested
in an investment.

Good. Ha-ha-ha.

A couple of shares
will give you the satisfaction

of having been part
of an important contribution

to the West. New, then, Ward--

No, I would be interested
in more than a couple of shares.

Could I get as many as 80?

But that would be $8,000,
my dear young lady.

Yes, I know.

I assume
you have a financial adviser.

A financial adviser?

Well, I suppose Mr. Weems
at the bank could help me.

Well, then, why don't you just glance
through this, Mrs. Dayton.

And then, if you're still interested,
we'll call on Mr. Weems.

All right.

Peggy, maybe we should let Prince go.

Well, he doesn't seem
to be very happy.

But he shouldn't have been spanked
for killing those chickens, Mother.

He'll get over it.

I suppose he shouldn't have been.

After all, it's the nature of a wolf
to kill chickens, isn't it?

But he will get over it. I know he will.

Well, let's hope so.

Now you go get ready for bed.

I'll be in in a few minutes.

Yes, Mother.

Good evening.

Good evening, ma'am.

I had just this moment decided to go
and see if you were in the bunkhouse.

Got a chore you'd like me to tend to?
No.

Your friend, Mr. Canfield,

have his ventures
always been successful?

His ventures
have been very successful.

Mr. Canfield's a very clever man.

He seems to be.

Can't make up your mind
whether or not to invest, right?

Well, $8000 is a considerable sum
of money.

Wish I had it.

Mr. Canfield's
given me several opportunities,

but I just never can handle them.

It sounds like
a wonderful investment.

You don't have too much time
to make up your mind, do you?

Remember, Mr. Canfield's gotta leave
sometime tomorrow.

Well, good night, ma'am.

Ward.

I called Dave Wilkins in
to compliment him

on the wonderful job
he's been doing.

And, well, he said it was your doing.

Well, that's mighty nice of him.

You do like the life here, don't you?

Well, yes, I like it here very much.

Well, Dave told me another thing.

He doesn't really like the responsibility
of being the foreman.

He would stay on, though,
as a hand.

Well, now, if you would be interested
in taking over his job--

Well, I don't think I could do that, no.

Oh, yes, you could.
You're just being modest.

I have been told by experts
that I need a man to run this ranch.

Well, maybe that could be you.

We might work out some son
of a share arrangement.

Now, you think about it, Ward.

Ma'am.
Yes?

You really want me
to stay on here, huh?

Yes.

Well, I don't know how to say this.

I'm not too much
at giving people advice.

Well, that's a refreshing change.

I've been thinking, it's a good thing
to invest in your own property,

and that way,
you can see it working for you.

You mean the $8000 I might invest
with Mr. Canfield?

Well, Dave and the boys and I
were talking in the bunkhouse,

and we figure that,

well, the Running D can handle
three times the herd you have.

And you got a thousand acres
of timber up north

that hasn't even seen an ex.

Now, if you invest your money in cattle
and equipment for lumbering, you--

That sounds wonderful.

But if I invest the money
with Mr. Canfield,

I can double it
in hardly anytime at all.

Then think of all the things
we can do for the ranch.

That's another thing
I wanna talk to you about.

Oh, it's so nice
to have someone around

who treats me as an adult
instead of picking on me all the time.

I'm so glad you came along, Ward.

Come on.

Who is it?
Just somebody

who carried your packages
this afternoon.

Hello.
Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, that's all right. I was reading.
I hadn't even noticed the time.

There's some coffee on the back
of the stove. You want some?

Mm-hm. It will, I think, help keep me
alert and minding my manners.

I found a nice spot
for the picnic Sunday.

Mountain glade, waterfall.

I think only the Indians know
where it is.

That sounds like fun.

Think Peggy would like
to come along?

I hope so.

Oh, you were right
about that wolf cub, Adam.

It is becoming a problem.

It would be nice
to keep her mind off it.

Let's see, now. How does my tab stand
with this cribbage tournament?

I believe you owe me $745,000.

Yeah, you know, and I have a feeling
that I'm going to even it up tonight

in one fell swoop.

I'm sorry, Adam.
You probably could,

but I'm afraid I couldn't keep my mind
on the game.

You know that luncheon
I had today?

Well, I met a man
named James Canfield.

He's offered me a very attractive
investment opportunity.

Oh, what kind?

The San Francisco-Monterey
Railroad.

Canfield. Local man?

Oh, no.
He's a friend of Ward Bannister's.

He just happened to be in town
from San Francisco.

How much are you intending
to invest?

Eight thousand dollars.

Oh, he's promised to double it
in a few months.

It's hard to resist, isn't it?

What do you know
about Mr. Canfield?

I told you,
he's a friend of Ward Bannister's.

Look, Laura, Bannister's a stranger

that rode into this town
just a couple of months ago.

He is a very hardworking man
and a nice one.

Maybe he is,

but that isn't enough reason
to put a lot of money

into an investment
on the word of a friend of his

who's just happened
to be passing through town.

I've discussed this thoroughly
with Mr. Weems.

He is very impressed.

Well, Mr. Weems is a very capable
small-town banker,

but I doubt very seriously if he knows
too much about high finance.

Or Bannister's Mr. Canfield,
for that matter.

Mr. Weems has sent a telegram
to the president of the railroad

asking him
if Mr. Canfield represented him.

He won't let me make a move
until he gets a confirming wire.

And Mr. Canfield
has to leave town soon, hmm?

Yes. Tomorrow as a matter of fact.
Why?

Let's play some cribbage, huh?

Can I help?

I doubt it.

I kind of got myself
in a messy situation with Laura.

She's investing in this railroad.
Big one.

I don't know. The mood she's in,

I don't seem to be able to get very far
in discussing it with her.

Well, do you think
it's a bad investment?

Depends on
who the other investors are,

how much stock has been sold,

if they have any freight orders.

She hasn't even bothered
to check into these things.

Can't you?

Well, I intend to.

I thought I'd wire our broker
in Frisco tomorrow morning,

and let him check these things out.

But the trouble is,
if we think it's a poor investment

and I persuade her to pull out of it

and it turns out
to be a good investment,

well, I'm gonna be as welcome
at the Running D

as an outbreak of cholera.

Is it important to you
to be welcome at the Running D?

Well, it is now more than it was
a few weeks ago, yeah.

AI, you get any answer
to that telegram we sent off?

No answer yet, Adam.

I'll be at the hotel having lunch.
When it comes in, get it over to me.

I sure will. It's a funny thing.

Mr. Weems, the banker,
got a telegram

from San Francisco today
about that fellow Canfield.

Said he was empowered
to act for the railway.

For a stranger, he sure is popular.

Yeah, he sure is.

He won't be here for long, though.

Mr. Weems tells me
he's taking the stage

back to San Francisco today.

Thanks, AI.

What are you doing here?
I wanna talk.

You're not supposed to be seen
with me till after I gotten the money.

That's what I wanna talk about.

Mrs. Dayton came into town
this morning.

Did she give you a check to invest?

She certainly did.
We plucked our little pigeon for $8000.

Will you do me a favor
and forget all about it?

I don't wanna take her
for any money.

What kind of nonsense is that?

If every pigeon were as easy
as this one has been,

I'd be a millionaire today.

I'll be at that bank in Carson City

when the doors open
tomorrow morning,

and you can have your $4000.

Don't cash that check, Jim.

You're gone on the girl.

Don't cash the check.

Aren't you forgetting
that this is my little deal, Ward?

When I picked you up,
you couldn't buy your way

into a penny-ante game.

Jim, will you give me the check?

I'll hold onto it
and then I'll say you sent it to her

because you found out the railroad
was in trouble or something. Anything.

But you'll get your share,
I promise you.

How?

You've never seen a thousand dollars
in one lump in your life,

let alone this much.

Run along, will you?
I wanna get some rest.

Ward.

Canfield!

Canfield!

Here it is, Adam.
Just the minute it come in.

Thanks.

"New San Francisco-Monterey
Railroad, not listed on the exchange.

Investigation showed Canfield
alias Combs alias Carr,

confidence man. Ha.

Present whereabouts unknown.
Regards to Ben."

Any answer, Adam?

Tell me what time the next stage
for San Francisco leaves.

Not for about half an hour.

I suppose Canfield's
already checked out.

Well, there's only one way
to find out.

I'm sure you feel better now
that you've let Prince go, don't you?

I guess so, Mother.

Can I see Traveler for a while?
Well, just for a little while.

Then when you come in,
I'll read you a story.

Ward.

I've been waiting for you, Laura.

Well, when Dave told me
that you'd been gone most of the day,

I thought maybe you'd changed
your mind about staying on here.

I did change my mind,
but not about that.

What do you mean?

This is the check I gave Mr. Canfield
this morning.

I saw Canfield after you agreed
to make the deal with him

and, well, we had a long talk,

and he finally admitted
that there was too much risk

in that sort of investment.

More risk than I want you to take.

There's something more I want
to talk to you about, Laura.

What is it, Ward?

I found something here
I've been looking for for years.

Something I had never thought
would be possible for me again.

Well, I think that's wonderful.
I'm very happy for--

Marry me, Laura. Please, marry me.

Marry you?

In no time at all, we can have
the Running D in real fine shape.

Ward.

I don't understand you.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You don't know
what I'm talking about?

Don't you remember
what you said last night?

I wasn't talking
about getting married.

What was it?

You said
that this ranch needed a man

and that I could be him.

What did you mean by that?

That I admired you.

That you might run the ranch
for me.

Run the ranch?

But that's all.

That's all that I meant.
That's all?

The times we spent together,
all those weeks.

The talks we had about the ranch,
what we were gonna do with it,

was all just meant for nothing?

No! No, we were going to do it
on shares for you.

Shares? Shares?

No. No, it was more than that!
You're hurting me!

It was much more than that!

I had to get carried away
like a punk kid in his first poker game.

Ward and Canfield were partners
in a scheme

to rob you of the money
with that phony railroad stock.

I even risked my neck
to get you that money back.

Well, that's what comes
with dreaming.

Let's go, Ward.

Ward. I'm sorry.

Yeah.

So am I.

Hello, Adam. Hello, Ward.

Where you going?

I've got to go away, Peggy.

I'm sorry about that little wolf pup.

We let him go this afternoon.
That's where we've been.

I guess you can never change animals
from what they're meant to be.

That sometimes happens
with people too, Peggy.

Be a good girl now, huh?

Hyah. Giddyup.

Mama, where's Ward going?

I don't know, dear.

Will he ever come back?

I don't think so.

What about Adam?
He's coming back, isn't he?

I hope so, Peggy.

I hope so.

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