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Hurry it up, boys.
We've got plenty of work to do.

Be right with you, Pa.

Howdy. How you doing, sir?
Fine.

My mount stumbled up the read here
a piece.

He's gone lame on me.

I was wondering,
maybe I could stable him

until I can find a vet or something.

Oh, let's have a look at him.
Hoss.

That boy of mine is as good
as any vet around.

Looks like that little pony's
in some pain.

Yeah, it's his right foreleg.

Take a look at him, Hoss.

My sons Adam and Joe Cartwright.
Hi.

Dev Farnum.
How are you?

Dev.

Any relation to Devery Farnum,
the preacher?

Are you his boy?
That's right.

Well, I've often heard
your father preach. How is he?

He's dead.

Oh, I...

I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know.

The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away.

I'm terribly sorry.

We all gotta go sometime.

Afraid I got some bad news for you.

You got a broken bone in that foreleg.
It ain't gonna heal.

It's gonna get
more and more painful.

Well, I guess there's only one thing
to do.

Seems a terrible shame.
He's a mighty good-looking pony.

How long you had him?
Two or three years, I guess.

You want me to do it for you?
Why?

Well, normally a fella that's had
the same mount for two or three years

finds this sad of thing hard to do.

No, not this fella.

He sure is a cool customer.

His father was known
as a very warmhearted man.

What do you think of him?

No. No, I, uh-- Ahem.

Look, I can't afford it. I'm broke.

Come on, you take the horse.

You'll pay us for him
when your luck runs better.

I don't wanna owe anybody
any money.

Come on,
don't be so bullheaded about it.

This is no country for a man on feet.
You ought to know that.

I do know that.

I was thinking maybe I could work out
the price of the horse.

Actually, that's not a bad idea.

All our men are out on a cattle drive--
I'll get at it.

I'll put my gear in the bunkhouse
and I'll get at it.

He's a strange one.

Well, we can use the help.

Hi, Dev.

How are those blisters
on your hands?

Yeah, they're all right.

I brought you some salve.
You put it on there, it's good for them.

You're not used to ranch work,
are you?

Nope.

Well, what do you do ordinarily?

I'm a hunter.

A hunter? You're not gonna find
much game around these pans.

Oh, it depends upon what kind
of game you're looking for.

You're a bounty hunter?
Yeah, does that shock you?

It doesn't shock me.
It just surprises me a little, that's all.

A minister's son.

Yeah, why?

Hunting down men, living alone.
No friends.

That's what I like about it most.

I hope this salve helps.

Whoa.

Pete.

Pete, are you all right?
Why, sure. Oh, what's the trouble?

Who's he?

Pete Burnside.

Old Pete the Swamper,
they call him.

Clean-up man atone of the saloons.

Looks to me like his specialty
is cleaning up bottles.

Yeah, I'm afraid it is.

Come on, Pete. I'll get you home
before you get in any more trouble.

That's okay, Little Joe. I'm all right.

We're just gonna take you home
anyway.

Why don't you just leave him here.
He's nothing but a drunk.

He's got a little shack in the alley.
Help me with him.

Come on, give me a hand with him.

Yeah.

Thanks. Thanks, Little Joe.
I'm okay now.

Yeah, I know.
I know you're okay, Pete,

but we'll just help you right inside
anyway.

I don't need any help, Little Joe.

It's our pleasure, Pete.
I don't need any help, Little Joe.

No, not much, you don't. All right.

There you go.
Is that you, Pop?

Hey, Holly,
how long you been in town?

Hello, Little Joe.

Pop, you promised.

Oh, I forgot, Holly.
Forgot what?

It's supposed to be a secret
where I am, Little Joe.

You see, there's this here
European nobleman

pestering me to marry him
and he won't leave me alone.

Holly. Please, Holly.
He won't take no for an an--

That's what got you
in trouble before

because you just don't seem
to wanna tell the truth.

Now, what's it all about?

Are you running from the law?
No, honest.

I'll swear to that on my mother's Bible.
Never mind, Holly.

Pete, what's it all about?

She never should have come here.
It's the first place he'll look.

Who will look?
Where else could I go but home?

Little Joe, you can help me.

Now, wait a minute, Holly.

Sure he will.
The Canwrights always help us.

And this wouldn't be any bother to you,
Little Joe.

Now, all you have to do
is hide me out at the Ponderosa.

Hide you?

It's the last time I'll ever ask
anything of you, Little Joe.

Oh, Holly, I've heard that
so many times before.

Little Joe, you always know
when I'm fibbing.

Now look at me.

I'm scared.

Scared right through to the bone.

If I can't turn to you, I--

All right, tell me what it's all about.
I can't, honest.

Holly, you want me to help you,
but you won't tell me anything.

Little Joe, can't you please help me
without asking questions?

All right.

All right, you can stay
at the Ponderosa a couple of days.

We'll pick you up after dark. That way
you can hide in the supply wagon.

Thank you, Little Joe.

You wanna thank me, Pete,
you'll lay off the bottle.

For Holly's sake.

I'll try.

Okay.

We'll pick you up
after we load supplies.

Little Joe.

The Canwrights I can trust,
but how about him?

Oh, I'm just a hired hand, ma'am.
I obey orders.

Besides, I don't have any interest
in your troubles.

Oh, boy,
when there's trouble to be found,

you can trust Holly Burnside
to fly to it like a homing pigeon.

And it's up to somebody else
to get her out of it.

Why is that?
Why is what?

Why is it up to somebody else
to help her?

Why don't you let her scramble
for herself?

Because she's Holly. She's a friend.

Friends help other friends,
that's what they're for.

Sounds to me like a good reason
not to have friends.

Of course, you can stay here,
Holly, for as long as you like.

We've missed you.
Thank you.

I think I'll get some coffee
for everybody.

Pa, see if Hop Sing has any cookies
in the kitchen, will you?

Yup.

Holly, what's the matter?

Oh, it's just these dizzy spells
I keep getting.

I am dead tired
and would like to go to bed.

Dev, take Holly up to the room.
I'll get your bag.

If I could just lean on you a little.

All right.

Oh, I guess all any woman wants
is a man to lean on once in a while.

We're on our way to church in town.

You wanna ride along with us?

No.

Then you mind spending
a little time with Holly?

She's still not feeling too well.
It's kind of lonely for her.

Yeah, well, I do mind.

It scares you, doesn't it,

when you feel yourself
on the verge of liking somebody?

Oh?

I wasn't aware
I was even on the verge.

Oh, really?
I seem to notice the last few days

if Holly so much as smiles at you, you
find an excuse to get away from her.

You're talking nonsense, boy.

I don't think so.
I do.

Then why do you object
just to spending a little time with her?

Sunday's my day off.

Why do I have to spend my day off
nursemaiding?

Because you need the money.

We'll pay extra wages
if you just spend a little time with Holly.

Listen, that's fair enough.

We're gonna leave now.

We promised Holly
we'd see her father before church.

Don't let me detain you.

Hold on.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Joe, let's you and I go check on Pete.
Right.

You two fellas go ahead on.
All right.

Giddyup.

I hope he's not on another drunk.

Pete?

It's Ben Canwright.

He's probably sleeping it off.

We'll try again after church.

You done good, pop.

Now, then, where's your daughter?

I keep telling you, I don't know.

Sure you do.

Where is she?

I ain't seen her since she run off.

You know what?

Right after you tell me
where Holly is,

I'm gonna buy you
a big bottle of red-eye.

I don't want any.

Yes, sir.

A whole bottle of red-eye

all for yourself.

Nobody can say Jamey Boy Briggs
hasn't a soft head.

Soft head, huh?

Well, I heard different.

I heard--

You know what a liar Holly is.

I don't know where she is.

I don't know. I don't know!

You ain't gonna be so foolish
as to not tell me what I wanna know.

No, Jamey.

No. Jamey, no.

Jamey.

Oh, hello.

Anything I can do for you?

Not a thing.
Okay.

I would like a little company, though.

All right.

I gotta tell you,
I'm not a very good conversationalist.

This is awful nice of you.

No, it isn't nice of me.
I'm getting paid for this.

Canwrights are giving me
a full day's wages

just to fetch and carry for you
until they get back from church.

Did you have to tell me?

I like to keep the record straight.

I wish you hadn't.

It'd be more fun to think
you were visiting on your own.

I'm sorry.

Some conversation.

Listen, I told you
that I wasn't very good at this.

Would you like to read to me?

My eyes are tired
from all this sewing.

If you'd like me to read to you.

Would you get my sewing basket?
There's a book in it.

You know,
my eyes aren't really tired.

The truth is I--

I never went to school long enough
to learn to read good.

I wonder why I fib so much.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

I guess it's because
I was always nothing.

Sol make these big lies up

to make people think
I was really something.

Then I get to believing
the lies myself.

That's a Bible.

I take it with me wherever I go.
Ahem.

It's the only thing I have
of my mother's.

The 23rd Psalm is my favorite.

"The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He Ieadeth me
beside the still waters."

He restoreth my soul. Amen.

Don't read it like that.

Like what?

Like you're making fun of it.
Like you don't believe it.

But I don't believe it.

You don't believe in the Bible?

That's right.

Oh, don't worry.
God isn't gonna strike me down

with a lightning belt
or anything like that.

What kind of upbringing did you have
that you talk like that?

My father was a minister.

A minister?

Well, then what happened to you?

Unto thee will I cry, 0 Lord, my rock.

Be not silent to me.

Lest, if thou be silent to me,

I become like them
that go down into the pit.

That's not the 23rd Psalm.

No, that's the 28th Psalm.

What's it mean?

It means to me.

That I called to him...

and he was stone deaf.

And that I went down into the pit.

I hardly ever understand
a word you say.

Heh. That's probably just a well.

But you know something?

Dumb as I am,

nothing that I am,
I'd rather be me than you.

That's your privilege.

You want me to read
some more to you?

Listen.
What?

If you listen real hard, you can just...

...barely hear the steeple bells
from town.

Church must be over.

Pete!

Pete. Pete.

He's been shot.

Let Holly know

I didn't tell.

What?

What'd you say?
I'm just a no-good drunk...

but I didn't tell.

Joe, you better tell Holly about this.
Get the sheriff, will you?

Thank you.

Pop.

Poor Pop.

Sheriff has a posse out
looking for the killer.

They'll never catch him.

Once he gets
into that back country...

Holly.

Who is he?

Who's the killer?

I don't know.

Is it your husband?

I'm not married.
Where'd you ever get an idea like that?

Holly, Holly.
We all know that you're married.

Pop told you before he died?

No.

No, he didn't tell anybody anything.

Well then?

Anybody can see there was
a wedding band on that hand

not too long ago.

Then you knew all along.

Why didn't you say something?

Well, we just thought you'd--

You'd get around
to telling us everything

when you thought
the time was right.

Holly, I think the time is right now.

Maybe later.

I have to be by myself
a little while and think.

What'll be done about the burying,
Little Joe?

I'll make all the arrangements
for the funeral in Virginia City.

But then I can't go.

I can't be seen.

All right. We'll--

We'll bury your father here
on the ranch if that's what you want.

Thank you, Little Joe.

And, Dev?

Yes, ma'am?

Will you please say a few words
at the burial?

Me? No.

You know how I feel
about things like that.

Just the same,
you're a minister's son

and you know
how to do these things proper.

It's out of the question.

Pop deserves to be buried proper.

Yeah, but not by me.

Don't you worry about it, Holly.

We'll make sure
everything works out fine.

What's the matter with you?
Was that asking too much?

I'm quitting, Cartwright.

You tell your father that I'll pay him
what I owe on that horse soon as I can.

We won't lose any sleep over it.

Well, in that case,
I'll just be on my way, then.

Do I know you?

No, I know you, Wetzell.

Where from?
Oh, a hundred different towns.

A hundred different names,
a hundred different faces.

But you're always the same.

You're a slimy no-good.
Now wait a minute, mister--

You know how I find you?

I ask around town.

Who is the greediest, most gutless
tinhorn in this whole town?

Well, in Virginia City,
his name's Wetzell

and he's got your face.

What have you got against me,
mister?

I haven't got anything against you.

I just wanna talk a little business
with you. That's all.

Business?

What kind of business?

I'm a bounty hunter.

Oh?

You're gonna help me
nail the man I'm after.

Who?
Jamey Boy Briggs.

Phew.

I hadn't even heard
he was back in town.

Well, he murdered a man
this morning.

I doubt if he's out advertising it

He the one
who killed Pete the Swamper?

Yep.
You sure?

I'm reasonably sure. I'm not a judge.

Well, I'm not agreeing to anything,
but there's no harm in listening.

All right.

I was on Jamey Boy's trail,
my luck went a little sour on me.

I had to take myself a job.

I knew that Jamey Boy's wife
had run off from him.

He's been looking for her ever since.

I found his wife.

What good is that?

I figure that if he knows
where she is,

he'll come out of hiding.

And then you nail him.

Mm-hm.

That's a $5,000 nail, Wetzell.

You get one-fifth,
that's $1,000, for doing your pan.

My pan, huh?

It's about time we got around
to talking about that.

All you have to do is tell Jamey Boy

that his wife's out
at the Cartwright ranch.

And just like that he believes me,
huh?

Well, he'll believe this.

A Bible?

That's Jamey Boy's wife's Bible.

She takes that every place
she goes.

Open it up, look at the name
in the front there.

"Hollybelle Burnside Briggs."

One thousand dollars, Wetzell.

When's the last time
you ever saw a thousand dollars?

It's been along, long time.

You done real good.

Jamey Boy ain't one to forget.

What about him?

What are you doing?
They'll hear you.

There's rope in my saddlebag.
Go get it.

Holly?

Holly!

Dev.
Where's Holly?

Holly's up in her room. Get her, Joe.
Right, Pa.

Easy.

Easy.
Unh.

Gash in your head.
I'm gonna be all right.

What happened?
Dev, what happened?

Pa, Holly's not in her room.

Huh?
Holly's not in her room.

He's got a bad gash on his head.
Get the boys to look for her.

She didn't disappear into thin air.
Right.

So when I came to, I was tied.

It took me the whole rest of the night
just to get myself free.

Oh, boy. Wetzell.

Double-crossed me.

You know that right now I would've had
Jamey Boy and $5,000?

Oh, let's all cry
about your losing the reward money.

Never mind what happened to Holly.

Oh, listen, she got away
from her husband once,

she can do it again.

Well, it's gonna be a little tougher
for her this time.

What do you mean?

She's gonna have a baby.

Yeah.

Yeah, Holly finally opened up
last night at supper.

She was hardly more than a child
when she ran off

and married Jamey Boy.

By the time she found out what kind
of a fella he was, it was too late.

Her one thought was to hide out
until the baby was born

so she could give it away
for adoption.

Well, at least she has sense enough
not to wanna keep it.

Oh, no, no.

She wants that child more
than anything in the world,

but she's willing to give it up just so
that Jamey Boy can't ever get near it.

I see.

Let me ask you something, Dev.

Would it have made the slightest
bit of difference to you

if you had known about the baby?

Look, I'm a bounty hunter.

Bounty hunters can't afford
to be sentimental.

That's what I thought.

You sure make it hard for a body
to believe that you're your father's son.

Why?

Your father was a warmhearted man,
a God-fearing man.

Yeah.

Preacher Farnum.

Devery Farnum, Sr.

He was kind. He was generous.

He devoted his whole life
to helping other people.

What did he get for it?

Well, now, I don't know.

You never told me.
What did he get for it?

Sunday morning, April 12th.

Three years ago.

My father's holding
a little church service

out in a clearing.

A frontier town,
didn't have a church.

You've heard my father preach,
Mr. Cartwright.

It was a privilege.

Then you know
how eloquent he was,

and how sincere, how moving.

He really believed.

Does that surprise you?

No, it didn't then.

Not that morning.

I believed.
Particularly that morning, I believed.

My father was so inspired.

Just then we dropped to our knees.

Just then when...

heh, the hosannas were the loudest,

just when we were all really feeling
the Holy Spirit...

...just then the Indians attacked.

I got a tomahawk
in the back of my neck,

I was paralyzed. And my father, uh...

Well, the Indians thought
I was dead,

but I was very much alive.

I saw my father--

Preacher Farnum killed.

Preacher Farnum's wife killed.

Preacher Farnum's
two daughters killed

and Preacher Farnum's
other son killed.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be.

Because I don't want it
from anybody.

You mustn't blame the whole world
for that.

No, no, not the world.

God.

Dev. Dev.

Why not?

You'd still worship a god

who would allow that kind of thing
to happen?

I don't think that's for me or you
or any modal man to judge.

God moves in mysterious ways.
His wonders to perform.

That's what you're saying to me.

Yes.
Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

The only wonders I've ever seen
are the devil's.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'd like to get dressed.

I got a lot of things to do.

Dev.

If you find it so easy
to believe in the devil...

how come it's so hard for you
to believe in God?

You following me, Cartwright?

You soul savers,
sure don't give up easy, do you?

I want you to get one thing straight,
Farnum.

I'm not hereto sing you any hymns.

I've even given up trying to like you.
Well, then?

You're looking for Jamey Boy Briggs
and I'm trying to help Holly.

I don't see any reason
why we can't work together.

Boy, I do.

What's your reason?

I like to travel alone, Cartwright.

Please, I don't want any trouble.

Why did you cross me, Wetzell?

I couldn't help myself.

I made a slip.

And right away
Jamey Boy figured out

that I was setting him up
for somebody else.

He made me tell him everything.

All I wanna do is get out of here.

Not just yet!

Now where is Jamey Boy, Wetzell?

I don't know. I swear, I don't know.

You better give it to me straight,
Wetzell.

Hold it.

Oh, boy, Cartwright.

For the last time,
will you just mind your own business?

And for the last time,
what concerns Holly is my business.

Well, why don't you find
your own trail?

Oh, I like yours better.

So you might as well get used
to having me around.

All right, where is she?

He took her north to Reidville.

I want the truth.
You got it. Reidville.

All right.
Then I'll just take you along with me.

That way you'll be there,
handy to deal with,

in case I don't come up
with Jamey Boy.

Okay.

The last time I saw them
was in an old abandoned miner's cabin

about 20 miles south of here.

On the old Canyon Trail.

Thanks a lot
for your valuable assistance.

Jamey Boy's wife, is she all right?
Yeah, she's kind of weak and tired.

Even Jamey Boy knows that,
that's why they ain't traveling.

They're resting
instead of heading right for the border.

How come they let you go?

I'm supposed to be
bringing them food supplies.

All I wanna do is get out of here.

You're coming with me.

With us.

What about the bounty?

Oh, it's all yours, Dev.

I don't want any pan of it.

Me neither. You can forget
about the thousand dollars

as long as I don't have to go
with you.

I've already forgotten about that.

You're coming along.

What, are you that afraid
of Jamey Boy?

You know what a life means
to Jamey Boy?

A fly to be swatted.

Something that crawls out of a rock
to be stomped on.

The image of his Pa,
that's what he'll be.

And we'll be pals, me and the kid.

I'll teach him everything I know.

How to change the brand
on a rustled steer?

How to carve notches on a gun?

We'll understand each other,
me and the kid.

I won't even have to tell him
what to do.

He'll just know somehow and do it.

Suppose he's not like you.

Suppose he has a mind of his own.

Then I'll just have to learn him better
is all.

I wonder what's keeping Wetzell.
I'm hungry.

Get back on your horse, Wetzell.

Give me a couple more minutes,
will you, mister?

Get back on your horse, Wetzell.

Give him a minute.
He's not used to this pace.

Thanks, mister.

Noble Cartwright heart
bleeds for scum like that?

Oh, I see. Scum because
he double-crossed you?

Pretty good reason.
Worse than what you did to Holly?

Using her as bait
to catch her own husband?

You're kind of playing with fire,
ain't you, mister?

Prodding him like that?

He just could get real riled.

I hope so.

Even anger would be a step
in the right direction

for a man
who's given up feeling anymore.

What's the matter, boy?

You feel another horse
out there somewhere?

So do I.

See? I told you he was here.

What about me now?

What about you?

Well, can I leave now?

Please. I'm no good--
Shh.

I'm no good in a fight.

Just thinking about flying lead
makes me all sick inside.

Let me go. Please, let me go.

All right, you can go.

You just be real quiet about it,
Wetzell.

Sure, sure. Anything you say.

How come?

Oh, he's just gonna get in the way.

I had a funny feeling
you felt sorry for him.

Did you?

Jamey Boy has picked himself
a pretty good spot here.

Yeah, it's not gonna be easy.
Ain't no cover.

Well, you got any suggestions?

Well, I could come in from the front.

Zigzag from rock to rock,
try to keep his attention on me.

That way you might be able to sneak in
from the side without being seen.

Hmm.

You'd be taking a pretty big chance.
That boy's good with that gun.

You got any other ideas?
Yep.

I'll do the zigzagging.

Why you?

Well, I'm gonna be taking
that whole reward,

so it just figures
I'd better be taking the big risk.

Still not accepting any favors, right?
Nope.

Listen, ahem, if something
should happen to me,

I want you to give Holly that reward.

She'll be needing that
to raise her baby right.

Well, well,
if it ain't the bounty hunter.

I might have known.

Well, that takes care
of the bounty hunter.

Let's go, Holly.

No.

Ah!
Now, simmer down.

Now, what do you got
against me, Holly?

You know you're
my lawful wedded wife.

Now let's go.

Okay, let's just hold it right there.

So you were playing possum,
huh, bounty hunter?

Let's just get the girl out of here.

No.

You're not about to shoot a woman,
are you, huh?

Get the girl out of here.

Now you're making it easy,
bounty hunter.

Jamey!

Is it bad?

No, no, it's just my arm.

Yeah, we'll get it taken care of.

There's no hammer on your gun.
No?

Did you know about that
when you stood up against him?

Well, then what did you do it for?
For the bounty.

Dev, you're a liar.

All right.

I knew I had a friend
out there somewhere.

Thanks.

Besides...

I guess I am my father's son.

You better hurry up, Dev.
The stage will be pulling right out.

Well, thank you, Mr. Cartwright.

Dev, you-- Let's hear from you now.
Yes, sir.

Good luck, Dev.
Little Joe.

Holly, you seemed a little anxious
to get Dev on that stage.

Well, the way I figure it, the quicker
he gets through divinity school,

the quicker he'll be back
in Virginia City.

I wouldn't count on that, Holly.

After all, Dev hasn't said a word
about returning here.

Oh, you don't know everything,
Little Joe.

Dev and I have
a secret understanding.

Did you hear that?

She's still at it.
She's still telling those stories.

I'm not a gambling man, Joe,

but I'd be willing to place a little bet
that that was no story.

No bet.
Good for you

Hey. Hoss.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

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