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[WIND BLOWING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Ah. Can I get a room for the night?

Yep. $2.

Boy, it sure is cold out there.

Ah. [SNIFFLES]

In advance.

Fair enough.

Ah. Think I can get something to eat?

Might rustle you up something. Your room is number 6.

All right.

I'll wash some of the trail off and be right down.

- [BILLINGS] Take your time. - [SIGHS]

Tim, you hurry out and find the sheriff.

Who is that feller? Seems I've seen him before.

Never mind. Just tell the sheriff I need him now.

[WIND BLOWING]

? Oh Shenandoah ?

? You're doomed to wander ?

? On beyond ?

? This land so lonely ?

? Oh Shenandoah ?

? You're doomed to wander ?

? So roam ?

? In search of home ?

? 'Cross this land ?

? So lonely ?

[NARRATOR READING]

[WIND BLOWING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[SHERIFF] Mr. Billings, you sure this is the man?

You bet I'm sure.

Any man skips out owing me $35, I don't forget his face.

You seem sure about the face.

How good are you on names?

I don't remember what you called yourself.

When did this all happen?

Winter before last. February.

You remember, Sheriff, we had the big blizzard that year?

I remember.

This feller comes stumbling in here,

out of his mind with fever.

I put him to bed. I called the doc.

The doc said this was one of the best cases

of pneumonia he'd had all that winter.

Yeah, I remember him too.

He stayed here two weeks.

I took his meals up to him every day.

And the minute he was on his feet, he skipped out.

What about it, mister?

Tell me, Sheriff, you think a sick man could get past

Mr. Billings here, especially owing him $35?

I'll tell you how he got by me. Through the window.

He used his blanket roll as a dummy.

I thought he was still asleep in bed.

My blanket roll, what happened to it?

[BILLINGS] What?

I said what happened to my blanket roll?

I don't know. That was a couple of years ago.

If you can find it, I'll give you the $35.

That sounds fair enough to me.

Your money's on the wash stand.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SHENANDOAH] Avoca, Texas. January 11th, 1867.

Dear Frank, there is no easy way to say this,

but you have gone so long, I can't believe

it will mean much to you, anyway.

Frank, I am getting married.

His name is Andrew Stiles, and he's a fine man.

Please understand and forgive.

Nora.

- [BELL RINGS] - [TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

Are you, uh, are you Andrew Stiles?

No, he's the boss.

I'm Ed Driscoll, ticket seller, handyman, spare driver.

Sometimes I even ride shotgun.

[CHUCKLES] I see.

Is, uh, Mr. Stiles in?

Yeah, I guess so.

Maybe I better tell him who's asking to see him.

Tell him Frank.

Just Frank?

Tell him I'm a friend of his wife's.

Yes, Ed?

There's a man out front asking to see you.

Anyone I know?

He said to tell you he used to know your wife.

Just gave his first name. Frank.

Frank Moyer.

Uh, tell him I'm not here. Tell him I, uh, can't see him.

Oh, uh, sure, Mr. Stiles.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stiles don't want to see you.

Did you tell him I was a friend of his wife's?

I told him. It doesn't make any difference though.

He's still too busy to see you.

This is important to me, Mr. Driscoll.

Very important. I've got to see him.

I'm sorry, mister. I just take orders around here.

It won't take very much of his time.

Please, ask him again. Please.

- Mr. Stiles? - Did you get rid of him, Ed?

Is this fella coming here to cause you some trouble?

Get rid of him, Ed.

You've just got to get rid of him.

Sure, Mr. Stiles. You got nothing to worry about.

He can't see you.

I see.

Well, in that case, I'll wait.

Maybe you don't get what I mean, mister.

He doesn't wanna see you now. He doesn't wanna see you ever.

[GRUNTS]

That's the end of it, mister.

There's just one way out.

Right through that door.

You take a step, and I'll blow your head off.

You tell Mr. Stiles I'll be at the hotel.

Tell him I'm not leaving this town till I see him.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Andrew, may I say something?

Go ahead.

A gun on you looks about as sensible

as horns on a lamb.

You realize you're in grave danger

of shooting off some of your own toes?

In the name of heaven, what are you up to?

Well, if you really wanna know, Judge, read that.

"Dear Nora, I got your letter yesterday,

and I'm answering right away.

I still can't come home for a while,

but someday I will.

And that's the day you'll be a widow

if you're married to anybody but me.

Love, Frank."

We never told anybody that Nora was married

before I brought her to town...

to a man named Frank Moyer.

But this letter's nearly three years old.

It took him a long time to get here.

Where is he, Andrew?

Over at the hotel...

and he plans to stay there.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mr. Moyer?

I'm Judge Albert Evans.

What can I do for you, Judge?

[CHUCKLES] I'm afraid the title is mostly honorary these days.

All I do now is talk.

That's what I'd like to do with you, sir. Talk.

- Very well. Have a seat. - Thank you.

I'll also have a cup of coffee with you, sir.

Minnie, some more coffee if you please.

Now then, sir...

I'm a friend of the Stiles family.

They've asked me to represent them.

Represent them in what way?

Why are you here?

To see Nora.

That's out of the question. Believe me, sir, it is.

And it would accomplish nothing.

Judge, I think that depends upon the point of view.

Mr. Moyer...

a lot of wind has blown through the bugle.

The years go by, the blood cools.

You barely remember why the battles were fought.

What's your point, Judge? What are you driving at?

I can't believe that you'd hold a grudge

against Andrew Stiles after all these years.

Absolutely none.

Then we can agree that

Andrew's life is no longer in danger?

[SCOFFS] Not from me.

Now, we're making progress.

What do you want?

I want to see Nora.

If you think she'll come back to you,

you're wrong, sir.

That may be, but I have to talk to her.

Why?

[SIGHS] Judge, have you ever heard of amnesia?

Yes. I had a case like that once.

Years ago when I was still sitting on the bench.

Nice young fellow.

Blacked out right after Shiloh.

Couldn't remember a thing after that.

Well, I had an accident several months ago...

and I haven't been able to remember anything

since it happened.

I have reason to believe that Nora can be instrumental

in me recovering my memory.

Maybe... [SIGHS]

Ah.

- Will you excuse me, sir? - Certainly.

Frank?

- Nora? - Mm-hm.

Hello.

Hello.

You've hardly changed at all.

Well, Frank, tell me.

How much do you remember?

[SCOFFS]

I was hoping when I saw you, I would...

Well, that it would all come back to me,

but I'm afraid nothing does.

It gives me the shivers.

I'm gonna need a lot of help, Nora.

Would you, please, start at the beginning?

You know, I, I can't stay out too long.

All right.

All right.

From the beginning.

Well, you, you left more than three years ago.

Well...

what did I do? Did I just leave?

Well, you didn't leave from here.

You left from San Antonio.

Don't you remember that? That's where we lived.

I moved here after I...

after I met Andrew.

Anyway...

Uh, you left to go on a cattle drive to Kansas.

[SCOFFS]

Well, you...

just never came back.

Did I ever explain why?

Well, no, not really.

In every letter, you just said that

you couldn't come home for a while.

And I figured that you were in some kind of trouble.

Tell me something.

If, if you don't remember anything about this...

how did you know where to find me?

I came across one of your letters.

When did you, uh...

When did you get married?

Uh, two years ago...

in, in February.

I see.

That's the winter I nearly died of pneumonia.

I was in a hotel in Brackettville.

Yes, th-that's when I, that's when I,

I wrote you that letter.

I wonder where I went then? I mean...

I had the letter. Why didn't I come home to you?

Don't you remember what you wrote in answer to that letter?

Nora, I don't remember anything.

You said...

[SIGHS] "Someday I'll come home...

and that will be the day you'll be a widow...

if you're married to anybody but me."

And you believed that?

Yes, Frank.

I believed it.

So that's the kind of man I am, huh?

You know, I... [SIGHS]

I really better be going now. I...

Wait a minute. I've got a million things I've got to ask.

I'm sorry. Not just now, please.

Uh, maybe I could, I could meet you somewhere later. Hm?

[MAN] Hello, Lily.

[GASPS]

Lily?

Wait a minute. Lily?

Who are you?

Um...

Oh.

I...

I work at the Cimarron.

Who put you up to this?

[SIGHS] Judge Evans.

Is any of it true?

Well, sure, sure, some of it is.

See, Judge Evans showed me this letter

that you wrote to Nora Stiles when you were married to her.

I was married to her?

Look, mister, I want you to understand something.

I just did this as a favor for a friend.

No, that's not the truth.

Actually, actually, I got paid $10 for it.

I want you to walk across the street and tell Andrew Stiles

that he's got five minutes to come out.

You understand? Five minutes.

If he doesn't, I'm coming over.

Tell him.

All right.

Mr. Moyer...

I'm Andrew Stiles.

Before you can see Nora,

you're going to have to shoot me.

Mr. Stiles, there's no need for any violence.

I, I mean you no harm.

It's only fair to warn you that...

I'm gonna try to kill you.

That's your choice. It's up to you.

It's no use. I...

As much as I wanna try to keep you from Nora...

I couldn't kill anybody.

All right. [SIGHS]

If you wanna see her, you follow me.

- You know Judge Evans? - We've met.

I refuse to apologize for having tried to deceive you.

What do you really know about me, Judge?

Very little.

I made up that story for Lily

mostly from the letter you wrote to Nora.

You still have it?

[ANDREW] This is Nora.

She, uh, was named after her mother who...

died just a year ago.

He didn't want you to know his wife, Nora, was dead

for fear you'd claim the child.

She was, uh, two years old when I married her mother.

Darling, this man's come a long, long ways to see you.

What's your name?

I'm called Shenandoah.

That's a big word for such a little girl.

Do you think you can say it?

Shenandoah.

That's right.

If I had a little girl like you,

I think I'd be a very proud father.

Thank you.

It isn't my handwriting, Judge.

Afraid I didn't write that letter.

Goodbye, Nora.

Do you have to go?

Yeah, I'm afraid have to go.

Mr. Stiles...

you're a very lucky man.

A careless hotel keeper over a hundred miles from here

gives you the wrong blanket roll,

and as a result, you're ready to kill an innocent man.

Where to now?

That's a fair question, Judge, but I don't have an answer.

I'm fresh out of places to go,

and I'm sick of following trails that lead nowhere.

But a man's gotta live.

There's a cattle drive headed for the railroad at Hays City.

They can probably use another hand.

Hays City's getting to be a big town.

Lot of people moving there now that the railroad's in.

Could be someone there who knows you.

I'm beginning to wonder.

But it's as good a place to look for as any.

? Once more I failed ?

? To learn the answer ?

? Once more I roamed ?

? This land so lonely ?

? Oh Shenandoah ?

? You're doomed to wander ?

? So roam ?

? In search of home ?

? 'Cross this land ?

? So lonely ?

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