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Mark?

Mark?

Oh, I was noticing the barn.

It sure could use a cleaning.

Yeah, it sure could.

Hey, tell me something... how come you never notice

things like that on a Saturday?

Well, I just happened to notice it now.

And I could clean it up good while you're in town.

Oh?

What about school?

School?

School.

Oh.

Well... Miss Adams says I'm doing good,

and missing one day wouldn't hurt.

Much.

All right, son.

You can swamp out the barn.

After you get back from school.

Come on up.

We'll ride in together.

Have a good day, son.

Same to you, Pa.

Pa!

Pa, come quick!

Pa, come on!

What's the matter, son?

It's Miss Adams.

Shall I ride for the doctor, Pa?

I hope you won't have to, son.

We'll see.

Boy, someone sure doesn't like school.

Johnny Clover.

What?

Nothing, Pa.

You mean Johnny Clover did this?

I don't mean nothin'.

Miss Adams?

Miss Adams?

Mr. McCain?

Well, you seem to be all right.

Oh, good heavens...

You'd better go for the doctor, son.

No. No, Mark, I...

I'm all right, Mr. McCain.

Are you sure?

It's just the shock of seeing all this destruction.

Yeah.

What happened?

Well, I...

I opened the school, and...

And came into the room, just as I do every morning.

Well, someone grabbed me.

Put his hand over my mouth, and I...

I struggled.

Well, I guess I fainted.

You know who it was?

No.

No, I... I didn't see him.

Could it have been Johnny Clover?

What gave you that idea?

Me, Miss Adams.

I saw the picture.

Oh...

There isn't anyone else who can draw like that.

I wonder if anything was stolen?

He's not a thief, Mr. McCain.

Well, Miss Adams, don't you think we'd better look, anyway?

This Johnny Clover... do I know him, son?

Yeah.

He's the boy whose pa was killed in the stampede.

Last year's round up.

Oh, yes.

And his uncle came out here to take care of him and the ranch?

That's him.

Well, Johnny must be pretty big.

18 or more, isn't he?

I guess so.

He sure did look funny in class.

You children made that very plain to him, Mark.

Well, it's true, Miss Adams.

Most of the time we try not to laugh.

Then you stopped laughing when you saw

how well he knew his lessons.

Yes, ma'am.

He's a very smart boy, Mr. McCain.

And a good student.

He just never had a chance to settle in school.

He and his pa were always moving around so much.

Well, that's too bad, but he sure has settled this school.

Was anything taken?

Oh, just some paper and crayons.

I don't know why.

He could have had them for the asking.

Well, we'd better go see the marshal.

No.

I don't want to make any trouble for the boy.

Well, it looks to me like he's made the trouble himself.

I know, but...

I want him to come back to school, Mr. McCain.

Or maybe even go off to a better one.

He has a wonderful mind, and a wonderful talent.

Well, that's your choice, Miss Adams,

but speaking as a member of the school board,

we'll want someone to pay for this damage.

Will turning him in to the marshal's

office accomplish that?

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll ride out and talk to the boy's uncle.

See if he's willing to put things straight

before we bring in the law. All right?

That's better.

Morning, Mr. Fremont.

Morning. I'm Lucas McCain.

I know.

I've seen you around town.

Your nephew around?

Whatcha want him for?

Well, I'd like to talk to him.

And to you.

About what?

School.

Oh, yeah?

He's being a schoolboy, then.

That's right.

Yeah, and Johnny ain't been going.

Now, I know about that, but it ain't my doin'.

I made that clear to the school marm.

Boy wants to go, he can go.

He just stopped himself.

He can read and write, and figure,

and I guess he thinks that's all a man

needs to know to feed himself.

Can't say I blame him.

Oh?

Oh, not that I don't hold with education.

I do.

But a man can have too much of it.

She had him wasting good working time drawing pretty pictures.

Now, that's nothing for a boy near a man to be doing.

I reckon that's why he stopped going to school.

He's been to school, Mr. Fremont.

Been?

He broke into the school this morning.

Ah?

Smashed everything up.

Desks, chairs.

Tore up schoolbooks.

That's... that's terrible.

Terrible.

It's going to cost quite a bit to repair the damage.

You expecting me to pay for it?

He's your nephew, Mr. Fremont.

Yeah, yeah, but cash ain't exactly

a heavy crop around here.

Well, I'm sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement.

Yeah, maybe so. Maybe so.

I'll have to think on it.

You, uh, going to put the law on the boy?

Naw, Miss Adams doesn't want to.

It certainly won't repair any of the damage.

That's nice of you, Mr. McCain.

That's real nice.

Now, you give me a little spell of time,

and I'll figure out something to pay for what the boy done.

Of course, Mr. Fremont.

I'm glad you're being so cooperative.

It's nothing.

Nothing at all.

Oh, and you can tell your nephew

that in spite of what he's done, Miss Adams still wants

him to come back to school.

Yeah, I'll tell him that.

Of course, I can't make him go.

But I'll tell him.

Goodbye.

Oh, operative.

So, you was at the school?

At the school?

I told you I didn't want you wasting no time on that drawing

and book learning stuff!

I remember you telling me that!

I remember you making that quite clear in our first talk

as we was walking back from Pa's burying!

Ain't no kin of mine going to be any better than me.

I ain't gonna have you uppity, and fancy

talkin', and looking down on your uncle

the way the rest of them does.

That's right!

Yeah.

But you've got no cause bringing trouble on this house.

Strangers demanding money for your stinkin' tricks.

Well, I'm going to take it out of your hide in advance.

You ain't going to lob me.

Boy, don't you tell me what I'm going to do!

That boy sure made a mess out of them school benches.

But I can fix 'em.

Gonna have to put in a couple of new crossbars, though.

Oh?

How much will it cost me?

Well...

And remember, I'm not spending my own money.

This is school board tax money, and they

can be real tight about it.

I'll charge you for the materials,

and throw the labor in free.

Well, I guess I can't ask for more than that.

He could throw in the materials, Pa.

Mark.

Hey, you're raising a real Yankee trader, Luke.

I tell you what, Mark...

I'll give you the best price I got...

Nothing.

And will you buy a ticket to the covered dish picnic?

It's gonna be at our place to help

raise money for the torn books.

$0.25.

I never see the beat of it.

Now it's going to cost me.

Johnny Clover's drunk, and shooting up the saloon!

Now, gonna give me a bottle?

Well, sure. Sure, Johnny.

You don't really think I ain't old enough to have one?

Well, no.

No, of course not, Johnny.

All right, then. That's good.

Then give me one more.

I think you've had enough, Johnny.

The marshal.

And Mr. McCain.

Hey, you boys are just in time to celebrate with me.

I think you've done enough celebrating.

Now, put the gun away.

The gun?

You'd better do like Micah says.

I don't have to put no gun away.

You don't know when to stop selling liquor, do you?

I didn't sell him a drop, Marshal.

He came in like that.

That's right.

He wouldn't sell me nothing.

I've been drinking my uncle Gus' bottle, and it was all gone,

and I wanted some more.

Just put the gun away.

What for?

You don't want anymore trouble than you've already got,

do you?

More trouble?

Oh, with school?

Yeah, you told my Uncle Gus about that,

and he tried to lick me.

But I ain't gonna do that no more.

You know why?

Because today I licked him.

I wailed the living daylights outta him!

Oh... and that's why I'm celebrating.

And now the celebration's over.

Oh it is?

Just put the gun away.

Now, you put your gun away.

All right, son.

Now... what are you gonna do?

Wallop me if I don't?

No, I'm gonna gonna wallop you.

I bet you wallop hard.

Hey, can't he, Mark?

Stay out of here, Mark!

No, you stay there.

No... as a matter of fact, he come on in here.

Stay out, son.

You come in here.

Or I'm going to shoot your old man.

That's the way!

If you hurt him...

I'm not going to hurt nobody.

I just want to ask him a question.

What?

Now, he wallops hard, doesn't he?

My pa never wallops me.

What?

All right, Johnny, you got your question answered.

Now put the gun away.

But that ain't fair.

I've been walloped almost every day of my life.

You mean to tell me... no that... now he's never smacked you?

Keep quiet, son.

That ain't fair.

That just ain't fair!

Mr. McCain, you wallop him.

Johnny, listen to me.

Shut up!

You gotta lick kids!

That's what my Uncle Gus says.

That's the only way to raise a kid.

Now, you lick him good!

Lucas.

It's all right, Micah.

Now, what are you doing?

Gotta have something to wallop him with, don't I?

Come here, son.

You do wallop hard, Mr. McCain.

Well, it was no more than you deserved, boy.

You're right, sir.

I don't know what came over me.

I've been doing some pretty wild things.

What did you have against the school?

Yeah.

Miss Adams told me you liked going to school.

I do.

I did.

Well, I want to.

You got a mighty poor way of showing it.

I don't know what got into me.

I was riding by the school...

All I meant to do was to go in and get some paper and crayons.

Well, Miss Adams said you could

have had those for the asking.

Oh, I know.

Well, I didn't want to talk to her.

Well, she's always talked to me about how I should

really be going to school.

How I should maybe go away and study drawing pictures.

Well, I couldn't stand to hear that.

Maybe.

But you did a lot more than just take paper and crayons.

I know.

Well, I was in there, and it come over me how wasn't fair.

How if I couldn't go to school on account of my Uncle Gus...

How if he made me say that I didn't want to,

then it wasn't fair.

Then they shouldn't be able to go, either.

Well, I... I just smashed everything.

You sure did.

Well... I didn't want them to have something I couldn't have.

Just the dog and the manger.

I guess so, Marshal.

I... I'm sorry.

That don't put back together what you smashed.

And in the saloon, you might have killed somebody.

Yes, sir.

You've got a lot to pay for, boy.

You figure your uncle will stand good the damage?

I won't ask him.

I ain't going back there anymore.

I'll get a job.

I'll pay you back somehow.

That's right thinking.

You could give him a job, Pa.

There's a lot of work to be done around our barn.

Would you, Mr. McCain?

Why should I, Johnny, after what you've done?

I don't know why.

Just... would ya?

Please?

Pa?

All right, Johnny. Lucas, don't be a fool.

Fremont's an ornery man, and he won't take

kindly to you helping the boy.

Well, Micah, I figure I'm helping

myself by hiring a hand.

I'll pay you $10 a month and found.

You can start paying the school back out of that, all right?

Well, all right?

Yes, sir.

Gus Fremont isn't going to like...

Micah. I'm a neighborly man.

You know that.

But if you happen to run into Gus Fremont,

you tell him I'm not feeling too neighborly to him.

You can tell him if he shows his face around my spread,

I'll treat him for just what he is.

A trespasser.

Now, come on.

Come on.

You, too.

So long, Micah.

Hello, Fremont.

My nephew's here, ain't he.

He was.

You let him go?

No reason to hold him.

I heard he shot up the saloon.

That's right.

He did.

But nobody made any charges against him,

and he's going to pay for the damage he did.

Just what's anyone think he's going to use for money?

Well, he got himself a job.

With who?

Lucas McCain.

Lucas McCain?

I wouldn't figure on tangling with McCain was I you, Fremont.

Now, why don't you drop the whole thing?

You're living free and clear on the boy's land, so

why don't you just forget the boy, and...

I don't forget easy, Marshal.

You can tell McCain that for me.

I don't forget easy at all!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Well.

$47,50, Mr. McCain.

You'll have books to spare.

They all seem to be having a good time.

Are they going to do the square dancing

before or after the food?

Oh after.

Men feel they need their strength.

It's been such a long time since the women of North Fork

have had an excuse for dancing.

Here you are, Miss Adams.

$2,00.

$2,00... my goodness, I thought you were

only going to charge $1,00?

I was, but that's from Mr. Hamilton.

And he thought the pictures were worth two.

Well.

Well, the way folks are buying your pictures, Johnny,

it looks like you'll be able to pay for the books yourself.

Yeah, I sure wish I could.

You're doing just fine, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny?

I was looking for you.

Them pictures you've been drawing...

You, uh, think you can do one of me?

Oh, I sure can.

You've got your work cut out for you now, Johnny.

He has that, Lucas.

I had one of them photographers take a picture of me once.

It didn't turn out much good, somehow.

What was the matter?

He look too much like you?

That's just what the trouble was.

You think you can do better, Johnny?

I'll try.

Let's, uh, go over there, hm?

OK.

Come On, Pa.

The three-legged race is gonna start.

Right with you, son.

Excuse me, Miss Adams.

Come on everybody.

Come here, son.

Through there.

Get your hand in there.

Come on!

Woo-hoo!

Look, Johnny, how long...

Fremont!

Hello, boy.

You and me got a lot to settle.

Fremont, don't.

You stay out of this.

You aren't going to do anything.

Boy, I'm going to give you a real education.

I'm going to lick you within an inch of your life.

Pa!

Look!

Fremont!

This is family, McCain!

Stay away, or I'll kill you!

Come on, son.

Keep away, all of you!

I got a better way than whippin' ya, boy.

I'm going to put a bullet through your drawing hand.

Stick it out.

Stick it out, or I'll shoot it where it is.

It's kind of scary, going east to a big school.

It almost makes me wish I hadn't sold the ranch

after Uncle Gus let out.

You'll do fine, Johnny.

I've written them all about you.

Goodbye.

Hey, I got, uh, something here so you and your pa

won't forget me.

It doesn't exactly look like you, but, uh...

It's kind of the way you feel to me.

All right.

Miss Adams.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, look, Pa.