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I'm offering you
a division of your own.

I'm honored,
but I have a job.

Would you consider taking on
the railroad as a client?

It's a deal.

Rosemary, you've worked at
this cafe before, haven't you?

We're gonna need
some help here.

I'll take the job.

Hope Valley
wants this railroad,

but not at any price.

I vote against
the railroad's current proposal.

You made
the right decision.

Half the town
agrees with you.

The other half's
just afraid

to lose
the railroad.

And with good reason.

Listen, Abigail,
I'm your friend,

you know that, but...

You think
I'm making a mistake.

Bringing the railroad
to Hope Valley

benefits everybody
in the long run.

If Jed and a few farmers
have to move,

maybe that's the price
we pay for progress.

That's the price
they pay.

You're making profits.

And putting
a lot of people to work.

What about their homes
and their families?

Gentlemen,
we all want

what's best
for Hope Valley.

Let's just hope we get it.

Mr. Wyatt.

May I have a word?

Of course.

Thank you.

I've been thinking about
the town meeting, Mr. Wyatt.

Ready to change
your mind?

Not exactly.

Well, then I'm not sure
there's much to talk about,

so if you'll excuse me...

I think we can make a deal,
if we both compromise a little.

Unless you're ready to sell me
the land to the south--

Please,
just listen.

I know that moving the route

will cost the railroad
more money.

But I can help.

And just how do you
propose to do that?

I propose to sell you

the parcel along
the northern route

at half-price.

The land is vacant,

so you won't have to pay
to relocate anyone.

It's a good compromise,
Mr. Wyatt,

and we both know it.

I'll consider it
and I'll get back to you.

You'll get back to me now.

The railroad is
good for business here,

which is the only reason
I'm willing to negotiate...

but we can get along
just fine without you.

My offer expires
when I walk out the door.

I don't like
to rush big decisions.

Mr. Wyatt, we both know
the National Pacific

wants to run the main line
through Hope Valley

because it's the most direct
route to the coast.

But I'm sure they'll understand

why you didn't
want to be rushed.

I accept your offer.

You drive a hard bargain.

I'd say
it's a fair bargain.

Good day, Mr. Wyatt.

Just one more thing.

The women of Hope Valley

never shy away
from a challenge.

Abigail Stanton might never
have intended to serve as mayor,

but she rose to the occasion

and made a deal

with the National
Pacific Railroad

to bring us progress
and prosperity.

With both the railroad
and the sawmill hiring workers,

new faces are already
showing up in town,

and in my classroom as well.

All right, everyone.
Settle down.

Timmy...

You can play piano at recess.

Now, as you can see,

we have a lot of new students
here today,

so you will have to share
your books with a partner.

Oh. Uh, Cody...

Would you please pass these out?

Thank you.

Good morning.

They told me
this was the school.

And I'm the teacher,
Elizabeth Thatcher.

Shane Cantrell.

This is my son, Philip.

It's nice to meet you, Philip.

He hasn't done
much schooling,

but he went to class

for a few months
back in Rock Ridge.

Well, that's a start.

I'm gone all day at work,

and he doesn't have a mother
to look after him.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

He knows most his letters,

and he can add
and subtract a little.

I'm sure he'll do just fine,

and we would be delighted
to have you join us, Philip.

You do as Teacher says,
you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Thanks you,
Miss...?

Thatcher.

...Thatcher.

Let's find you
a place to sit.

It's okay.

How about...
right here, next to Opal?

And she can be
your reading partner.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you want
to know a secret?

The first day of school
is hard for everyone.

I'll be okay.

I know you will.

As soon as I think I've solved
one problem with Wyatt,

he tosses me another.

So they don't want
to pay any taxes at all?

Zero,
and I don't think that's right.

Well, from
what I've seen...

"right" and "wrong" doesn't
matter to the railroad

when it comes
to doing business.

And yet,
you still work for them.

Not everything
is always at it seems.

Nothing with you ever is.

Needs salt.

All right, everyone,
for your homework,

I want you to read

the first chapter of
Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm.

But there aren't enough
books to take home.

And mine's
missing a page.

I know.

You'll have to take turns
with your partners.

So, decide which one of you
will take home the book tonight,

and who will take it home
tomorrow night.

Time for recess.

You can take
the book home first.

I can't read all the words.

Miss Thatcher says it's okay
to have your mommy help you.

I don't have a mom.

Then your dad
can read it to you.

That's not what dads do.

Mine does.

Come on, Brownie.
I'll read to you.

Could you bag up those scones
for Bill

while I finish these eggs?

Rosemary?

Mm-hmm?

Bill's waiting.

Yes! Sorry. Right away.

And then maybe
you can wash some dishes.

Mm-hmm.

With the railroad
coming to town,

I figured now
was the perfect time.

It is the perfect time.

I hope so.

I'm a little scared.

Don't be scared.
It's what you've always wanted.

You're doing the right thing.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

If it's okay
with you,

I would rather just keep it
our little secret.

You have my word.

Did someone say "secret"?

Oh! No, no, no. We're just...
just chatting, Rosemary

Thanks for these.

Hmm.

Dottie...
you have to tell me.

Are you and Bill
officially courting again?

No. We're just good friends.

Oh... you poor dear.

I'm so sorry.

Rosemary, please.
It was a mutual decision.

Oh...

Of course it was.

So what's the secret?

I will tell you,

as long as you promise
not to mention it to anyone.

I promise! I won't tell a soul.
My lips are sealed.

I have decided...

to open a dress shop!

Dottie!

That's a wonderful idea!

Hope Valley desperately
needs some haute couture.

Oh, you must tell me
all about it.

Rosemary!

Dishes! Now?

Coming!

Now... you were saying?

Philip? Isn't there
anyone here to walk you home?

No, but
I know the way.

Well, maybe I could
walk with you.

You don't have to.

I would like to.

Okay, but first, I have
to stop at the mercantile.

My dad ordered
some things for us.

What a coincidence.

I also have to stop
at the mercantile.

Do you think we could
walk together?

I guess.

Even with all the extra workers,
we're falling behind.

We need more men.

Don't I know it.

Bad news, Mr. Coulter.

What now?

The rip saw's
lost its treadle again.

It's gonna take all day to fix.

Plus, that main generator's
about to go.

Of course it is.

All due respect, sir,

Mr. Wyatt's expecting
his first

lumber delivery
in nine days.

The only way
we can make that

is if the men
work more hours.

But we've been working
three hours overtime as it is.

I'm grateful for the work,
don't get me wrong.

I know you are.
I know you are...

But Murphy's right.

If this railroad
contract goes away,

we're gonna lose
a lot of jobs with it.

I don't see
any other way,

so... back to work.

You too.

Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Philip.
Want to play catch?

What? Don't you
have homework?

Nope.

Miss Thatcher
always gives homework.

Well, we had a story to read,

but tonight is Anna's turn
to take the book home.

So can we play?

I don't have a glove.

You can use mine.

We'll grab my bat.

Is it okay?

Just ten minutes?

Of course, but then I think
I should really walk you home.

That is, as long as it's
all right with Miss Abigail?

Go on. Have fun.

Aren't there enough
readers to go around?

No, and the ones we do have
are falling apart.

With all
these new students,

I'm going to need
more of everything.

I wish I had
an easy answer for you.

Well, there must
be some room

in the town's budget

for more supplies
for the school.

Right now, you're gonna
have to make do

with what you have.

But Abigail,
this is important.

I know, and I
would give the moon

to those children
if I could,

but there isn't enough
to go around right now.

I guess these are just
growing pains, huh?

Mm. the good news is,
they do go away.

Eventually.

Just a bit more shape and...

a bit more train...

and a lot more décolletage.

A lot more what?

Rosemary, where's the kettle?
I'd love some tea.

Uh, yes, the kettle...

Uh, oh, yes. Right there.

Looks like
we had a busy afternoon.

Yes. Very busy. Uh...

Really kept us hopping.

Clara had offered to stay
and help with the dishes,

but she'd already
worked a full shift,

so I told her not to worry,
I would take care of the rest.

Thank you, Rosemary.

I'm sorry Bill and I
haven't been here to pitch in.

No apology needed.

No, you both have
your hands full,

and that's why you hired me,

to help you
in your time of need.

I really appreciate it.

And I'm gonna try
to find a clean tea cup.

"...And the duck said,
'Quack, quack, quack.'"

That's not how ducks sound.

Oh? How do they sound?

"Quack, quack, quack."

All right.
Let me try.

"Quack, quack, quack."

Miss Thatcher?

Is there a problem?

No. No problem at all.
Philip had a great first day.

You should be very proud.

Then what are you doing here?

I just thought
I'd walk him home.

Oh.

Well, thanks,
but he can take care of himself.

Um, I spoke with Mrs. Brayman,

and since her daughter
is also in my class,

she said she could walk Philip
home from school from now on,

and she offered

to keep an eye on him
while you're in the sawmill.

If that's what she wants to do.

Guess it's a woman's
nature to worry.

We better go
scare up some supper.

Yes, sir.

I was wondering
if you and Philip might

like to come over to my house
for dinner sometime this week.

I'm sure you both could
use a home-cooked meal.

That's very kind,
but we wouldn't want to impose.

No, I like to get
to know my students

outside the classroom.

It helps me
understand them better.

Well, thanks just the same.
Come on, now.

Thanks for walking me home,
Miss Thatcher.

You're welcome, Philip.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bill.

I just got word
from Headquarters.

The Tate Boys
just broke out

of Granville
Penitentiary.

Granville?
That's up north.

We think they're
headed our way.

Criminal gangs
are fighting

for control of
the Northern Territory.

It's a lot
safer out here

for bottom-feeders
like the Tates.

Why bother with
a town small as this?

Curtis and Glenn Tate

make their living
robbing payrolls.

And don't you have
a payroll coming in soon?

Day after tomorrow.

By coach, from Buxton.

It's gonna
need protecting.

Agreed.

Bill and I
are gonna ride out,

and escort it back,

Just in case.

Any intel on
how the Tates operate?

We could use
some inside information.

I think I know
where to get it.

Bon appétit.

I asked for pancakes.

Elizabeth,
you must expand your palate

beyond such simple fare.

I like my palate
the way it is!

Oh!

Did we wake up on the wrong side
of bed this morning?

I'm sorry. I'm just...

I'm worried about
the school right now.

Well, maybe I can help.

Not unless you have
a barrel of money.

We're short on books,
we're short on supplies,

we're short on everything.

Well, Abigail's the mayor,
and she's your friend.

Just ask her for what you need.

There's nothing
she can do right now.

So, your little schoolhouse
is short on funds,

and you need to raise some...

Well, that means
you need a fundraiser.

That's not a bad idea.

Oh, it's a wonderful idea.

In fact, I have a thought.

We could organize a ball...

a grand,
glorious gala.

Rosemary.

Men could be in tuxedos,

women in ball gowns,
waltzing the night away...

Rosemary.

Or we could
have a casino night

in the saloon,
with a roulette wheel,

card tables,
dice games.

Rosemary!

This is a fundraiser
for children.

They don't gamble.

Of course they don't.

They could serve
the hors d'oeuvres.

I know! I could put on a show
after dinner,

like a supper club.

What do you think
about a carnival?

A carnival?

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's no supper club...

But I think it could be fun.

Thank you.

You must have a raffle.
Raffles bring in gobs of money.

That could work,
but what would we raffle off?

Well, I have
a beautiful hair comb

from my Broadway debut
in The Hairdresser.

Rosemary?
Shouldn't you be working?

I am working.

I'm helping Elizabeth

with her dear little carnival
for the school.

A carnival?

Don't worry.

It won't cost the town a dime.

We'll do everything
with volunteers and donations.

I could read
people's fortunes!

I once played the role

of fortune teller
in The Fortune Teller.

Dreadful play,
but I got to keep the costume!

Rosemary, since
you can see the future,

can you see yourself washing
the dishes in the kitchen?

I was letting them soak.

They're soaked.

Back to work, then.

A carnival wouldn't
make the school a fortune,

but at least it'll tide
the school over for a while.

What do you think?

Let me know what you need.
I'll help in any way I can.

A carnival!

That sounds like
so much fun!

Brownie loves carnivals!

Can we have
caramel apples?

We can have whatever we like.

But first,
we have a lot to do.

We have to paint signs,

and hand out flyers,

and make things
that we can sell.

Miss Abigail

can help me make cupcakes
for the bake sale booth.

And I'll help!
I love cupcakes!

My dad
can make the booths.

And my mom can
sew the bean bags

for the bean bag toss.

That's great!
We need all the help we can get.

I have the sign-up sheets
right here.

Here you go.

Philip, aren't you excited?

My daddy won't be able to come

'cause he has to work
at the sawmill.

Mine, too.

Let me see
what I can do about that.

My cell
at Granville

was right next
to Curtis Tate's.

I met his brother
there, too.

Anything you could tell us
that might help?

Curtis did say, once,

that he had a good idea
about robbing a stagecoach.

That's good to know

that he put his time in prison
to good use.

He said he'd hire
a keen-eyed rifleman,

put him on a hill,

and have him shoot
the wagon guards

when they got
close enough.

Kill them in cold blood?

Stupid and blood-thirsty
go together.

The Tate brothers are cowards.

They're not gonna make a move
until the sniper's done his job.

Sounds like we're gonna be
riding into an ambush.

It's not
an ambush, Jack,

if we know
it's coming.

And we'll know
it's coming.

We?

I'll ride with you.

Don't have to do that, Frank.

Oh, a lot of folks
are depending on that payroll.

I'd like to help out.

Unless you don't
want the company.

All right.

We leave at dawn.

Rosemary, I'd like
some Jasmine tea, please?

Coming right up.

Oh. What are these?

Sketches.

Well, dress designs.

I see...

They're just
the ticket

to put your
new shop on the map.

Well, I haven't even
opened it yet.

Never too soon to plan,

and every fine dress shop
needs...

...a fine designer.

Well...

aren't they...

Ooh!

...Interesting.

Is that all
you're going to say?

They are a little...

hmm...

...extravagant
for Hope Valley,

don't you think?

So much chiffon
and beading and...

these necklines--

Too daring?

To put it mildly.

Perhaps you're right.

Our ladies aren't quite
ready for high fashion.

At least not this high.

Or low, as the case may be.

Thank you for your notes,
Dottie.

My next attempt will be
much more to your liking.

Oh, I didn't ask for...

another attempt.

Oh, boy.

Your men have been
working so hard.

They need some rest.

They need
to spend some time

with their families.

I want to say yes,
Elizabeth,

but I just, I can't.

It's just
one afternoon.

If I miis
the delivery schedule

and lose the railroad
contract,

I'm gonna have
to lay people off.

Do you want those
families to go hungry?

Of course not!

Look, Wyatt's already taking
a risk on me as it is.

He could've easily
shipped his lumber in

from Union City,
but he didn't.

I can't let him down.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Abigail?

I heard the railroad
won't be paying any taxes.

Is that true?

Nothing has
been decided yet.

Doesn't seem fair
for the railroad

to be the only
business in town

not paying its share.

I agree, but it's not
quite that simple.

It is to me.

I mean, the railroad should
pay taxes like the rest of us,

that's all there is to it.

I-I can't help thinking

that Mr. Gowen
would've had enough nerve

to stand up to them.

Ned, I recall you being a vocal
supporter of the railroad

when it was
put to a vote,

and as for Mr. Gowen,

he isn't your mayor anymore.

I am.

Well, then why aren't you
protecting my interests?

I'm trying to protect
everyone's interests, Ned.

Oh, Abigail!
Thank heavens, you're here!

Is there a problem?

I ordered
a simple cucumber sandwich

and Rosemary brought me this,

with olives and tomato
and...

some kind of
inappropriate mustard.

I'll take
care of it.

I don't know how on Earth
I'm supposed to eat that.

What on Earth...

Miss Rosemary's
helping us make cupcakes

for the carnival
bake sale.

But not plain
old, boring cupcakes.

These ones have
marzipan in 'em.

And jelly and walnuts
and cheese, too.

Boys, why don't you go outside
and play for a bit,

and I'll help Miss Rosemary
clean up in here?

Thanks!
Come on, Robert.

Rosemary,
what's going on?

Oh, I was just helping the boys

with their little
carnival cupcakes.

And this?

Oh, isn't it a work of art?

Rosemary,
this isn't a cucumber sandwich.

There's cucumber
in there!

Look under the anchovy paste.

Florence doesn't want
anchovy paste.

She wants what she ordered.

Oh, that is just so...

Oh, dear.
You're angry with me.

Ahh...

I'm not angry.

I...

I understand.

You do?

Oh, what a relief.

When I started to work here,

I was so grateful
to have something to do,

because Lee was busy working.

But this isn't me, Abigail.

When I hear of Dottie
opening up a dress shop...

You don't want to quit
because I'm relying on you.

You're my friend.

I can't let you down.

You're my friend, too,

and I can't let you
be unhappy.

Clara and I
will be fine.

I'll put a "help wanted" sign
in the window today.

Are you sure?

Rosemary, I think we both know

you were not cut out
to do dishes.

Well, the least I can do
is fix this sandwich.

Mm! Oh...

My kitchen...

I'm riding out
at dawn.

I should be back
by nightfall.

I don't like
that word "should."

I will be back by nightfall.

I'm going to hold you to it.

We don't even know
if the Tate boys

are anywhere near Hope Valley.

We're just riding along
to be on the safe side.

You are just trying
to make me feel better.

Is it working?

Let me try something else.

Be safe.

Bill...

This just came
from Headquarters.

News on the Tates?

News on Henry Gowen.

The Inspector General
just found a bank employee,

a forensic accountant,
who's willing to testify

that Gowen embezzled
the town's money.

The problem with sin
is that it rarely stays private.

They gave this "A.J. Foster"
fellow immunity to talk.

Says he was paid
to cover the paper trail.

So when can you arrest Gowen?

It's not that simple.

The evidence has to be
put before the court,

and I can't do anything

until that judge
signs off on the warrant.

How long's that take?

Depends on the judge.

Weeks...

maybe months.

Doesn't seem right,
him being able to roam free.

Gowen's slick.

This has been coming
for a while.

It's only a matter of time.

Hyah.

Hyah!

Well, this is it...

the Hope Valley Infirmary.

I'm impressed.

There's really not
much to see, yet.

Slowly, but surely.

I think
you're doing a great job,

and I hear you've been busy.

Busier every week,
but nothing I can't handle.

I know I've said this before,
but we are lucky to have you.

And it looks like you've done
a lot with what we gave you.

The railroad's
been very generous.

You sound surprised.

You probably know
National Pacific doesn't have

a very good reputation
when it comes

to looking after people.

That is all in the past.
I'm here to prove them wrong.

Believe it or not,

the railroad cares
about doing the right thing,

for our communities
and for mankind.

And womankind?

Well, womankind has always

been a particular
favorite of mine,

but that's a story
for another day.

Nurse Carter?

Another patient.

I'll leave you to it.

Yes. Right here.

We think
it's just a sprain,

but thought you'd
better take a look.

How did it happen?

He twisted it,
working on the green chain.

Nobody's fault.

Just got careless,
that's all.

A sawmill's not
a good place for carelessness.

Well, everybody's working

some pretty long hours
these days.

Tired people make mistakes,
and mistakes get people hurt.

I've seen too many
of your men in here lately.

What can I tell you?

We've got
a lot of orders to fill.

We're running at full capacity.

You could tell Mr. Coulter
his men need a break.

Sorry, ma'am, but I don't
tell my boss what to do.

It's okay.

Do you think
you can you hit 'em from here?

Sure.

Easy shot.

You miss,
you don't get paid.

I don't miss.

Good.

We'll be down
in that gully,

out of sight.

As soon as you fire,

we'll take the wagon.

You sure you want them dead?

That a problem?

Not for me.

Eight men have been
hurt this week alone.

Maybe I should speak
to Mr. Coulter.

I've already talked to him.

He's under a lot of pressure

to deliver
Mr. Wyatt's order on time.

Then maybe someone
should talk to Mr. Wyatt.

Raffle tickets,
only five cents!

How many have you sold?

Two.

Only two?

Well, then,
I'll take 10.

50 cents for the book of 10.

I'll take two dozen.

How many's that?

24.

You know what?

You might as well make it
an even 30.

Thanks, mister.

Here you go.
Keep the change.

That is very generous
of you, Mr. Wyatt.

Always happy
to support the community.

Speaking of that,

I was hoping to talk to you
about something important.

Of course.

It's the sawmill.

Now, I know you have
a signed contract

with Mr. Coulter,

but the deadline
you've given him is...

well, it's unreasonable.

"Unreasonable?"

What Miss Thatcher
means to say

is that the men
at the mill

have been
working so hard,

that they're getting hurt.

I'm seeing a lot of them
at the infirmary,

I'm sure you wouldn't
want that to happen.

No, no. Of course not.

So If you could
just extend

the delivery deadline,

it would really
make a difference,

and the workers
could get some rest,

and spend some time
with their families.

I appreciate your concern,
Miss Thatcher,

but I have a business to run.

How the men spend their time
is not really my concern.

Could you
please reconsider?

It would mean
so much to everyone.

There's gonna be
a carnival

to raise money
for the school.

Wouldn't it be nice if
the fathers could come, too?

I suppose an extra day
won't hurt anything.

Will you
be at the carnival?

I wouldn't miss it.

Then I'll see you there.

Oh, excuse me.

Mr. Cantrell! Mr. Cantrell!

I have good news.

The delivery deadline
has been extended.

Oh? I hadn't heard.

I'm not sure,
but I think that means

that Mr. Coulter might
give you the afternoon off

so you could take Philip
to the carnival.

I can't afford
to take time off.

Well, it's just
a few hours.

Maybe to you,
but it's money in my pocket.

Please? Philip only gets
one childhood,

and you don't
get to go back and do it over.

I have to get back
to the mill.

Excuse me.

Any sign of Frank?

I spotted him flanking
us a while back.

He's done a good job
of staying out of sight.

Pastor's not
short on courage,

I'll give him that.

As long as he doesn't
try any heroics,

he should be fine.

He's not the one
I'm worried about.

That was
only one shot.

Maybe he missed.

We better
clear out of here.

Bill tells me
you took down

that sharpshooter
all by yourself.

It's no big deal.

You are a man
of many talents, Pastor.

Let me show you my gratitude.

I appreciate it,

but I don't need a reward
for doing a good deed, thanks.

Going up against a rifle
with your bare hands

is more than
a good deed.

I had a pleasant ride
with my friends,

got a little exercise.

I won't take
your money for that.

Okay, but don't
be surprised

if your collection plate
is fuller than usual

this Sunday.

And you're gonna see
a nice little bonus

in your pay this week.

I have no problem
taking your money.

I didn't know Frank
rode with Bill and Jack

to guard the stage.

Neither did I.

Our sharpshooter
isn't talking.

Hired guns usually
don't, Jack.

I bet he'll have
something to say

to the judge.

In the meantime,

he can enjoy the comforts
of his jail cell.

Excuse me.

I told you I'd be back
by nightfall.

Abigail!

What's wrong?

You rode out of town
on a dangerous job

without even
telling me. Why?

It wasn't that dangerous.

Ray Wyatt disagrees.

Should I have
asked for permission?

Frank, it's not
about permission.

I can't tell you
what to do.

I'm just trying
to understand you.

You say you've put
your past behind you,

and then,
out of the blue,

you go and chase outlaws.

They needed my help.
I don't see the problem.

The problem is,

I would like us
to be close,

to communicate,
to be honest.

So now I'm not honest?

I didn't say that.

I guess we're not
communicating.

Maybe we should
give it a rest.

Maybe we should.

How's the sign
for the photo booth coming?

Almost done.

What do you think
so far?

It is a work of art.

Well, in that case,

maybe I should
charge 10 cents.

Did you buy
your raffle ticket yet?

Actually, I bought
20 raffle tickets,

and if I win
that hair comb,

I'm giving it
straight to you.

Yoo-hoo!

Maybe we should
start locking the door.

Lee has exciting news!

Is it about Mr. Wyatt
extending the deadline?

Oh, dear. These walls
truly are thin.

Wyatt said that
you and Faith Carter

convinced him to do it.

Well, Faith did
most of the convincing.

And I did
some convincing, too.

Let's not forget that.

Mm-hmm.

So you're closing down
for the afternoon?

Pretty much, yeah.

A few of the guys really
wanted to keep working,

so I'm, uh, I'm paying
them double-time.

That is very
generous of you, Lee.

Thank you so much, Lee.
The students will be so happy.

Ah, what can I say?

Dad, can we get candy apples
at the carnival?

You know
I have to work.

But the sawmill's closed
tomorrow afternoon.

Not for everybody.

It gives me a chance
to make some extra money,

get us out of
this tent sooner.

I don't mind this tent.

You need a real bed.

I'm doing what's best, son.

You'll understand
when you're older.

Yes, sir.

You're gonna be all right
without me there, aren't you?

Sure.

Carnival's not
so much fun anyways.

You two
make a lovely couple.

Care for a photograph?

Cupcakes!

Get your fresh-baked
cupcakes right here!

Cupcakes!

Do you have to yell?

Don't you want
to make some money?

Cody, you could be
a little quieter.

Cupcakes for sale.

Get 'em before
they're gone.

I'll take a couple.

Oh, see?
You don't have to shout.

Oh! What are you
gonna have?

Can you tell me my future?

Of course I can!

I have a third-eye

that can see
and hear everything.

An eye that hears?

Well,
it could hear a lot better

if you would settle down
and stop your chattering.

[theatrically, European accent]:
I see...

true love

in your future.

A tall, dark, handsome man?

No.

Hideous!

But you will love him
nonetheless.

Because he'll be a good man?

Because he will be rich.

And you will be very happy.

But he'll be hideous?

I'm teasing.

He'll be very handsome.

Ten cents, please.

Thank you.

My turn.

Please.

[theatrically, European accent]:
I see...

great success
with your dress shop...

that is...

if you have the wisdom

to choose

a talented
fashion designer

to assist you.

I don't suppose

you've got your third-eye
on anyone in particular?

Funny, that...

Oh.

Don't seem to be
doing much business.

Maybe you'd like
to buy a ticket.

I'd like to buy
all your tickets.

Wonderful!

You are making
a generous contribution

to Hope Valley's
future.

Shall we?

Oh...

I'm just doing the selling.

Florence is doing the kissing.

All right, folks, last call
for the three-legged race!

Your father
had to work?

Yeah.

Oh, Philip, I'm so sorry.

Would you like to race?

I'm in need of a partner.

Is that allowed?

Of course! Come on!

Okay.

One more team!

Okay.

Here we go!

All right.

Tie you up here.

-Nice and tight...
-Thank you, Bill.

Oh, my goodness.

It's been years
since I've done this.

I can't believe
we're doing this.

All right, everybody!

Ready?

Set!

Go!

And they're off!

In the lead,
it's Jack and Robert,

No! On the ground,
it's Jack and Robert.

And it's Elizabeth and Philip
who've taken the lead!

And Abigail and Cody
are gaining really fast!

It's coming to the wire!
Too close to call! It's--

Elizabeth and Philip
by a finger!

Daddy! You came!

Figured working a half-shift
was enough for today.

Too late?

It's never too late.

Now, where are
those candy apples?

This way!

Did you enjoy
yourself, Mr. Wyatt?

More than I expected.

I know this isn't a day
to discuss business,

but I wonder if you've
considered our request

to waive
the railroad's taxes?

Actually, yes.

I've done some homework,

and I found out
that most cities

that do business
with the railroad

offer a small
tax reduction,

but nothing more.

So I'm thinking I'll reduce
your taxes by 20%.

But... you're right,
of course.

This is not the day
to discuss business.

Enjoy your afternoon,
and... you missed a spot.

Mr. Wyatt.

Mr. Gowen.

So how are you getting on
with Madam Mayor?

Or as you called her...
the "little lady"?

Not well.

Hope Valley seems to have
quite a few headstrong women.

Well, that's fair to say.

Perhaps we'd find it easier

dealing with
a more reasonable man.

Perhaps.

Shall we discuss it
in my office?

Let's.

Think Floyd'll talk?

Doesn't matter.

The Mounties
haven't found us yet.

They will if we can't
get enough money

to make it
across the border.

We'll find another way to get
our hands on that payroll.

So? How much money
did you raise?

Enough to buy
brand-new readers

for the entire class,
and then some.

Then you should
be happy.

There's just so much more
the classroom still needs.

Maps, art supplies,
musical instruments...

and I can't exactly
put on a carnival

every time I run
short of something.

Those are
tomorrow's problems.

Look at what
you did today.

Well, it's not that
much of a challenge

to oversee a few
games and races.

Oh, it was more than that.

You gave the town
a day of fun,

and you brought
a father and son together.

Shane and Philip?

I'm really glad
Shane showed up,

but they still have
a long way to go.

You helped them
take the first step.

I'd call that
a good start.

You do so much
for this town, Elizabeth.

I don't know where Hope Valley
would be without you.

Well...

if you really
feel that way, Constable...

then I guess I could
stick around here for awhile.