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May I help you?

Miss Morrison?

That's right.

My name's Randall.

You sent me this letter.

You knew my husband before he died?

Yes, ma 'am. Not very well, but I knew him.

That letter must have seemed rather strange to you.

Yes, it did.

I understand that you are for hire.

It depends.

On what?

Who wants to hire me?

I do.

I want to hire you as a husband.

Mr. Randall, I want you to marry me.

Would you care to sit down?

No. No, no, I think I'll stand up.

Well, Mr. Randall, what do you say?

Well, to be honest, I think it's kind of sudden, isn't it?

This is a business proposal.

Would you wait here a minute, please?

My son.

Baby, this is Mr. Randall.

Hello, son.

Hello, Mr. Randall.

I know your daddy.

Fine man.

He was a captain in the army.

Yeah, I know.

I served under him.

Then you can tell me about the bow at Vicksburg and how my father... Well,

Mr. Randall would like to tell you about that later.

Will you, Mr. Randall?

Sure enough.

Now you run along and play, son.

I want to keep my son, Mr. Randall.

But my mother -in -law, Mrs. Irene Goodhue Morrison, is determined to have

I'm not strong enough to fight her.

Well, why would you want to take your boy?

Well, she tried to run Dave's life, but he wouldn't have it that way.

And now that he's gone, she's decided to try again with his son.

Well, he is your son, isn't he?

Oh, yes, but...

Davy is her blood. She told me that over my husband's grave.

And since then, she's followed me from one town to the next, making life

miserable.

When I've gotten a job, she's seen to it that I've lost it. Even when I've

worked under an assumed name.

Why, I've left town with absolutely no trace of my whereabouts.

She's always right behind me.

I can't fight her alone.

I understand the problem, but marriage, I'm just...

Mr.

Randall.

Mrs. Irene Goodhue Morrison.

Oh, hold on a second there.

Now, listen.

I'll go to work for you. Four dollars a day plus food.

Now, what do you say?

I've come for my grandson.

Apparently not a moment too soon. Mr. Randall was a friend of my husband's. No

doubt.

James. Here's a court order granting me full guardianship of my grandson since

you're unable to support him properly.

Because you've seen to it.

I'm doing what's best for the boy.

You should know by now that you can't buy everything with money.

You couldn't buy your own son.

The boy.

I'll get him.

That's far enough, mister. You and I are going to get at it.

And I'll tell him my way.

I'm dying inside.

Yeah.

Come in.

Good afternoon, sir.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, I know you're a busy man, so I won't take up much of your time.

This is a document pertaining to the Morrison boy.

It says that she was unable to support the child.

Well, I'll tell you something.

That's not true.

What is your interest in this matter?

Know the boy's father, no more, no less.

Well, so did I.

As a matter of fact, I know Irene Morrison very well, but that does not

the facts.

It might.

Now, what does that mean?

Well, no offense meant, sir, but seeing as you know this Irene Morrison so well,

it could be you just leaned a little bit her way, you know?

I think you'd better explain yourself.

I think the story got a little twisted up.

Irene Morrison wanted this little boy very badly.

I think she used you to get him. Now, just a minute, young man.

You're slandering the most respected woman in this territory.

And I could just be telling you the truth.

Irene Morrison swore to the statements contained herein, and they are facts.

Now, please, please remember she wants to give this boy love and affection, the

accumulated wealth of three generations.

With all due respect, sir.

The boy belongs to his mother.

In you go.

I want my mommy. Now, dear.

When will she come?

Sometime. She said she'd be here.

Davy, you're a little man now, and you can stand the truth.

Your mother isn't coming.

She lied to me.

I'll take her place.

And you will call me Grandma Mars. We agreed at dinner.

Do you understand?

Yes, Grandma Mars. Good.

Now I shall tuck you in.

I shall tuck you in every night until you're 12.

On your twelfth birthday, you will move to the bunkhouse for six months.

Then to the West Camp for six months.

You shall own all of this one day.

And I intend you shall know precisely what it is that you've inherited.

But that will not be until I die.

And I do not intend to die until my work is done and you return from college.

There.

That's enough to think about.

Good night, Davy.

Back in your heart, Drifter.

You're not wanted here.

Mr. Randall, I do not like... I'm going up and tell the boy about his mother and

about you and that's it.

Mr. Randall, no matter what you say, my grandson is staying here.

Hello, sonny.

Now, I didn't expect I was gonna have a guest.

What's your name?

Davey. Well, I'm happy to know you, Davey. My name's Malcolm.

That beautiful pony yours?

Yep, that's mine.

Beautiful pony.

You running away from home?

I haven't got a home.

I haven't got anybody.

Not even a mommy?

Nobody.

That means you ain't had your breakfast yet.

Well, I always eat alone.

And if there's anything I hate, it's to eat alone.

Now, I ain't got much. I got eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and wild

berries.

You hungry?

Come on, let's eat.

for a small boy, about seven years old, riding a brown and white pony. You seen

him? Pony with a fancy saddle?

Yeah. Huh.

Funny, I seen the pony, but there's a man riding it.

A man?

Yeah.

Which way'd he go? He rode on out that way.

Much obliged.

You're just so beautiful, you make me bust all over.

Honey, you must be real tired.

I'm going to cool you off now.

You know something?

If I had a lot of money, I would buy you a saddle made of solid gold.

You know, I'd never sell you.

But if I had to sell you, there's only one person I'd sell you to. That would

a king.

Where's the boy, mister?

I want the boy.

What boy?

You wouldn't shoot a man because of a little old pony, would you?

Try me.

Well, there's a clearing a little way back there.

Get out of here, mister.

Yes, sir.

You might as well come with me, boy.

I haven't any place to go either.

Don't cry, boy.

I'll take care of you.

We better rest now, boy.

the animal down, boy.

But he's mine.

I know who would put him down anyway.

No quick movements. Easy now.

My mommy didn't come with you. I know, son.

But I'm here now.

You wait here.

manhunter violating a court order. Just a minute, please.

Now, see here.

That's enough, Irene.

Now, we have met to consider the future of the boy David Morrison here beside

me. His future's already been decided.

That decision was founded on false evidence.

Now, I warn you, Irene, be careful.

Only a grandmother's love saves you from a charge of perjury.

Now then, Mrs. Morrison, you claim that you're capable of supporting yourself

and your boy if you are not interfered with.

I know I can, Your Honor. But the boy did run away from his mother and from

grandmother. That also is evidence.

This court is concerned with one thing only.

That is what is best for the boy.

I'm willing to let you prove what you say, young lady.

But the boy must decide for himself now with whom he wishes to live.

If he decides to go with you, you will have one year to prove your capability.

If he decides to go with his grandmother, this case is closed

Davy?

Yes, sir? You have to choose now, son.

Your mother and your grandmother are both fine women and both have something

offer you.

But you have to make the decision.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Do you like your pony, Davy?

And my house?

It will be your house, Davy.

The house with its toys and the pony and the land.

All the land as far as you can see, Davy. And in further still beyond the

horizon. And the world beyond your land. I'll bring you that as well.

Books and tutors to teach you from the books.

And in the fall and winter, Europe.

We'll cross the ocean on the finest.

I want to thank you.

We'll be seeing you again.

Yeah, well, I hope so.

Goodbye, Mr.

Randall.

Mr. Randall, do you have a moment?

Yes, ma 'am.

May I ask a favor?

It's about the pony.

I want my grandson to have that.

There's a first time for everything, Mr. Randall.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'm going to go over myself right away.