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There's that Paiute's horse.

They're gonna be letting him out of jail anytime now.

If some of you and the rest of that bunch can keep that deputy busy,

I'll put this little surprise into that Indian's saddle blanket.

- Uh, Deputy? - Yeah?

Boys.

When's that Paiute coming out?

- What's it to you? - We got a little business with him.

Look, now, we don't want any trouble. Get on out of here, will you?

- You too, get out of here. Come on. - You just bring that Paiute out.

And you, get away from that horse. Come on.

That Paiute don't need no horse. We'll ride him out on a rail.

Yeah, with some tar and feathers to keep him warm.

That's right, ain't it, boys?

- Come on, get that Indian out here! - Simmer down.

We're not leaving till he comes out.

Always a good day when you pay your taxes, Ben.

Gets Storey County out of the red.

What's all that noise about out there, anyhow?

Oh, nothing we can't handle.

Friend of yours getting out of jail here in a little bit.

Bunch of the town loafers getting together to greet him.

- Friend of ours? Who is it? - Long Bear.

Oh. What did he do this time?

- Well, he stole two corsets. - He what?

That's right, he stole two corsets, swapped them for whiskey

and went on a window-busting spree.

I didn't know the old guy had that much energy.

- All right, Long Bear. Time's up. - Two corsets.

You can get out of here, now.

- Mr. Ponderosa. - Hello, Long Bear.

- Big Ponderosa. - How are you, Long Bear?

Where Little Ponderosa?

- Oh, he's up the street. - Good jail.

Good grub. Long Bear fine.

- Thank you, Long Bear. - See you, Clem.

So long, Ben.

Get down there, or I'll lock you up!

I said to be quiet!

Come on, Long Bear, you'd better get mounted.

Yeah, you better mount up and get out of this town, and don't ever come back here.

Get away from me, you dirty Paiute.

That's enough hand-shaking, Long Bear. Come on.

We don't want your kind around here!

- You all right, Long Bear? - Fine.

- What made him buck like that, anyhow? - Don't know.

Do you think somebody could have put this burr under his saddle?

Somebody sure enough could have.

This isn't my idea of fun.

I'll give you one minute to get out of here or get locked up.

All right. But you tell that Paiute to leave my kid alone,

- or next time I'll shoot him. - He didn't hurt your boy.

All he did was shake his hand. He likes to shake hands.

Is there any harm in that?

He's an Indian, and I don't like Indians.

Neither does the rest of this town, except for the Indian lovers here.

Oh, come on, Aaron.

Don't give me orders, Mr. Ponderosa.

Oh, I know I'm only your poor neighbor, but don't push me.

I'll push you, buddy, real good.

Hoss, the stage just came in. Let's meet it.

- Long Bear, mount up. - All right. Come on.

- Come on, get out of here. - Hey, did you see that horse buck?

Hey. Joe, Candy, let's go, the stage is here.

- Ah. Mr. Holt? - Yes, sir.

- Will Holt? I'm Ben Cartwright. - Yes, sir.

You've got to be our new bronc buster. This is my son, Hoss.

- Hi, Will. How are you? - Little Joe.

- Pleasure to meet you, Will. - Candy, one of our top hands.

- Will. - I hope you brought a wagon.

I... I got a couple of saddles and a mess of gear.

Yeah, we got one right down there. Candy'll take you and your gear.

Uh, I brung something else.

My bride.

Well!

Mrs. Holt, step down here and meet my new boss.

- Howdy, ma'am? - Mrs. Holt.

How do you do?

Whoa!

Well, here we are.

Hey, Bridger.

- What's that all about? - That's Bridger.

He's Aaron Gore's boy. They have a homestead down by the creek.

He likes to play around here a lot.

Well, here's your new home, Moon. How do you like it?

Oh, it is fine.

- Excuse me. Did you call her Moon? - Well, if you had a wife

and her name was Moon Rising Red Over Big White-Topped Stony Mountain,

- what would you call her? - Moon.

That's what I decided.

I know you're anxious to see the inside of the place. Come on.

Ain't exactly a mansion, but you can fix it up.

- It'll be real nice. - Oh, I will fix it.

We will be happy here.

The best thing about it is it's on the Ponderosa, there's no rent.

Hey, look it here, that kid's been playing checkers with a dummy.

- Why did he do that? - He's lonesome.

How do you figure it, Moon?

Only a child without a friend would paint one on a piece of wood.

Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right.

That's real good, you figuring that out.

I will bring in our things.

Now, come on, I'll do that.

Hey, boy, come here.

It's about time you got back here. That wood box is near empty.

What's the matter with you? Where you been?

Just playing.

Been up that Ponderosa shack again, ain't you?

What did they do, catch you and run you off?

They took a shot at me.

Who did?

I ain't sure. There was three of them in a wagon.

Candy had a cowboy and an Indian woman.

A young squaw? Are they moving into that shack?

I don't know.

Well, I'll find out for my ownself. Keep an eye on the still.

That jug fills up, move it, put another one under it. Keep the fire going.

It is nice, but you do not have to.

Well, I happen to like the work.

I hope that always will be true.

It always will be true.

And I'm gonna get a lot better when I get some practice.

Please... practice a lot.

Well, Hoss, I knew we hired a bronc buster,

didn't know we had ourselves a blacksmith too.

I'm a long way from the best, but I fixed a few of them up.

I finished gentling that black about noon,

I figured I ought to find something useful to do.

That cut's almost healed, but the way he throws that right front hoof,

he'll cut that leg again the first hundred yards he runs.

Yeah, that's what this is for. I think maybe we can correct that.

See, I got a little extra weight on the outside of the shoe.

And maybe he'll tend to throw it straighter and won't brush that other leg.

Yeah, that might do it.

You know, it's been done before, but it takes quite a bit blacksmithing.

Well, we'll know a lot more about it after he's worn it for a while.

Mr. Cartwright, I know I just come on your payroll,

but we need some supplies.

I sure would appreciate a little advance if I could get it.

- Oh, sure. How much do you need? - Oh, $20?

Oh. Of course. You didn't have to wait until now to ask for it.

I figured I ought to earn it first.

One other thing, could we borrow your buckboard?

Of course you can. Why don't you help yourself to some of our supplies?

- Save you a trip. - Well, Moon needs some new pots

and stuff, new water bucket.

I think we may as well go on into town.

Will, why don't you...

Hoss is going to town today, why don't you go along with him?

Yeah. Yeah, Will, I'm going in, you can...

You and Moon can ride in with me.

Mr. Cartwright, if you're worried about me

taking my Indian wife to town, don't. I can handle it.

Yeah, well, I... I was thinking about her.

Well, we went all through that before we got married.

But I do appreciate you thinking about her.

And we would enjoy the company, Hoss.

I'll get your money.

Do you like it?

- I made it for you. - How could you?

You've never seen me before.

Every day for more than a week,

you have watched me from behind those bushes.

Like an enemy.

I want you to be my friend.

But you're an Indian.

Indians need friends too.

Sit down. Play with it.

- You made this by yourself? - Yes.

That's real good for a female. How'd you do it?

With a knife.

How'd you fasten on the paddle?

- With pitch from a pine tree. - Oh. Where'd you find it?

Down the creek near where you live with your father.

He ain't my father. He's my stepfather.

- How'd you know where I live? - I tracked you.

- You did? - Yes.

What is your name?

He wants me to tell people it's Gore, like his,

but it ain't, it's Green. Bridger Green.

- Bridger Green. - What's yours?

My friends call me Moon.

- Who give you a loco name like that? - My mother.

The moon was the first thing she saw after I was born.

- What was her name? - Running Deer.

What is your mother's name, Bridger?

I ain't got no mother.

She died when I was little.

- Can I keep this one? - Yes, I made it for you.

Could you learn me to follow tracks?

- It will take much time. - I got lots of time.

I sneak out on him every day.

You do not like your stepfather?

He tans me all the time.

- He whips you? - Yeah.

But wait till I'm 12 and can earn a living.

Then I'll slope out of there so fast, he won't know what for.

Here's my husband, and Hoss Cartwright.

- Come, say hello. - No!

- Whoa. Whoa! - Come on, honey, we're going to town.

Giddap!

- Hey, tell 'em about the cows, Aaron. - Oh, yeah. You won't believe this.

The first day Ben Cartwright moved them in up there,

my kid comes home, says they's taking a bath in the creek.

You know what? My cows wouldn't drink that creek water for two whole days!

Not till the Indian dirt washed out of it!

Hey, you know, Aaron, I thought the sheriff was supposed

- to run all the Indians out of town. - Well, she's a special tribe.

She's a Ponderosa Indian. Ain't that right, Hoss?

That's right, Aaron.

She lives on the Ponderosa, and her husband works there.

Her husband? You mean her squaw-man, don't you?

I wouldn't call him that if I were you.

And what if I do?

- You got all the stuff you need? - Just need some groceries is all.

Fine. There's a place right down the street. I'll be right with you.

Hey, squaw-man.

I told you not to call him that.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You did, didn't you?

Squaw-man!

Squaw-man!

Let's go.

Hey, Pete!

- Come, Will. Please. - Just a minute, honey.

These joe-joes got a few wrong ideas about our marriage.

I'm just gonna set 'em straight.

Now, my wife's father is a Hunkpapa Sioux chief.

And her grandpa was a Sioux chief before him.

And her great grandpa a chief before him.

And my great grandpa was a captain under George Washington,

so you might just say this here's a union

of two old established American families.

Now, anybody got anything else they want to say?

- What's going on, Hoss? - Hi, Pete.

We just had to teach these yahoos some manners.

Pete, meet Will Holt and his wife. He's our new bronc buster.

- Will, this is Pete Stevens. - Sheriff.

- Pleased to meet you. - Come on, Will, let's go.

- Can't you stay out of trouble? - Those dirty, filthy Indians.

You let one of them move in here,

pretty soon you know they're so thick there ain't room for decent folks.

They're decent and law abiding.

And they've got just as much right to be here as you have.

Now, if you think you're gonna make trouble for them, forget it.

Forget it.

That's all they're gonna do about it, forget it.

We want something done around here, boys, there ain't no point in asking

Indian lovers to do it. No, we're gonna have to do it ourselves.

There's some nice fresh hot coffee here, Pa. Can I pour you some?

Well, you know, it's really... really horrible about that grizzly bear

getting those 40 steer up there in the canyon, ripping their heads off...

Yeah, yeah, terrible. And the lightning striking the city hall,

burn it plum to the ground.

Pa, what's the matter?

- Pa? - What?

You seem to be troubled about something. What's the matter?

Didn't have any dinner. No coffee. What's wrong?

I'm off my feed.

Pa, what happened in town yesterday, anyhow?

I like Virginia City.

I like this town. I'm proud of it.

Yesterday, I ride into town.

Bunch of fellas there, I waved howdy.

They just turn away.

I go into the Silver Dollar, everybody suddenly stops talking.

So I, uh... I ask Clem about it.

He says it's Will Holt and his wife.

- The Holts? - Yeah.

Aaron Gore is spreading lies about them, stirring everybody up.

And now everybody's blaming me for bringing a Sioux Indian to the Ponderosa.

Don't let that bother you, Pa, it's the riff-raff.

- It's not the decent people. - I know it's the riff-raff,

but Clem thinks it's serious about the Holts.

He says I ought to get rid of them.

Well, what did you tell him?

Never mind. I'm sorry I asked that.

I can understand Aaron Gore and his kind.

There's something more than meets the eye here.

And what meets the eye is sure bad enough.

Put your hands over your eyes. Keep them shut tight.

I will.

Tight.

All right.

Go ahead. Track me.

- That's how you went. - Is that all you saw?

I didn't do so good, huh? I guess I better go.

Bridger, I told you it would take much time and hard work.

Now, try it again. Use your eyes and think.

- But you got to cook supper. - No.

Will went up to the West Fork to look at some horses for Mr. Cartwright.

He will be gone many hours.

- You think I can? - I'm sure you can.

Will you now show me?

- One foot print's deeper. - Why?

- I don't know. - Think.

You was carrying something. Something heavy in one hand.

- Which hand? - The right hand.

- You picked up a log of wood. - Good! Go on.

- Now the left one's deeper! - Why?

Because you changed hands.

You moved the log from your right hand to your left.

Good! Go on.

- Now they're both the same. - Why?

You put the log down again on the pile.

Good!

From here on, they're even because you wasn't carrying nothing.

Oh, good, now you're starting to track like a real Sioux boy.

Moon, you know why I done better today?

- Because you used your head. - That ain't the only reason.

I'm carrying an Indian charm.

- Where did you get it? - Home.

- Indian, ain't it? - Yes.

Oglala Sioux. A good luck charm. How'd it happen to be in your house?

Just there in a box.

Here, it's for you.

Oh, Bridger, I cannot accept this.

You gave me the waterwheel. You taught me to track.

You keep it.

You know, there's one thing you can do, Aaron. You can sell out.

Who'd buy me out now with a squaw living next to me?

Yeah. The more I wool it around, the more I think you're right.

- We ought to run her out. - Who's we?

Well, you and me.

Jonas Armstrong's pa was scalped by a Sioux.

There's plenty of people around here who hate Indians.

Why, they'd be glad to help you get rid of them.

You might have an idea there, Muley.

Aaron.

Aaron Gore.

- Aaron. - What do you want?

Well, I want to talk to you.

It's all right, he's a friend of mine. Go ahead and talk.

I came to give you some advice, Aaron. You'd be smart to take it.

Now, look, this place ain't as big as the Ponderosa, but it's mine.

While I'm on it I don't aim to be elbowed, not by you nor anybody else.

I'm not elbowing you, Aaron. I don't see you from one year to the next.

Yeah, but when you do you look at me like I was a...

a wet dog or a dirty Paiute.

I don't look at you in any one particular way or another.

If you think I do, maybe it's because you're looking for it.

You could make a good living here. Look at this place.

Rusty tools, corn isn't hoed, your roof's caving in.

Did you come here to give me a Sunday school lecture?

Because if you did, I ain't got time to listen to it. I got work to do.

All right. I'll skip the lecture.

Well, I'm purely obliged, Mr. Cartwright.

Now Muley and me can get on with what we was doing before you butted in.

Not just yet. I came here to talk to you about something.

My bronc buster, Will Holt, and his wife.

What about 'em?

You've been doing some talking in town,

and telling lies, stirring up trouble.

And I want you to put a stop to it, all of it.

Yeah, I'll put a stop to it,

as soon as you run 'em out of here, Indian lover.

You just watch yourself, Aaron. You stop putting names to things.

If a man's a good man, I don't care if he's red, white, blue or purple.

- Will Holt's a good man. - Yeah, he's some man.

What kind of man is it marries an Indian?

- What have you got against Indians? - I don't associate with them.

I don't let my kid associate with them.

And I don't want one of 'em for a neighbor.

- Why? - Because they're dirt, that's why!

If those are your thoughts, fine.

But you keep your thoughts to yourself.

And keep away from Mrs. Holt. If you mistreat her in any way,

even peep at her again from behind those trees over there...

you'll answer to me. Is that clear?

I ain't gonna mistreat her.

But remember, I'm not the only one that wants her out of here.

I'm not responsible for what somebody else does.

Don't let any harm come to her.

And what are you so grinny about?

That Ben Cartwright sure got you buffaloed, ain't he?

That's a dirty lie. I talked right up to him. You heard me.

Sure. Any dog barks big in his own yard.

And I noticed you bark twice as big when he's out of sight,

except when he's standing right here in front of you.

Ben Cartwright don't scare me none at all.

He sure ain't gonna order me around.

Unless my hearing's going bad, he just did.

That Indian girl,

you been sneaking around watching her like Cartwright said?

I had to see what she was doing up there, didn't I?

- What was she doing? - Nothing. Nothing!

I been looking for you. Come on in here.

Leave me alone with this boy.

Now, where'd you get this?

You sure never made it, but I found it hid under your bed

along with my hatchet. Now, where'd you get it?

- I stole it. - Where?

- Up the creek. - That squaw made it, huh?

I knowed it was Indian work. What was you doing up there?

- Just looking around, like you do. - Don't get impudent with me.

What I do ain't got nothing to do with you, boy.

Now, I want to know, you been talking to her?

Speak up, boy, or I'll rawhide you ragged!

- You been talking to her? - Yes.

And what about that no-good squaw-man of hers?

- You been talking to him too? - No. I ain't never seen him but once.

You're lying to me, boy. You seen him. Comes home to eat, don't he?

You been eating up there too, ain't you?

No, Aaron, Will ain't home.

He's up at West Fork looking at some horses.

West Fork.

Will, huh?

You ain't never seen him, but you know his name.

What about her? You know her name too?

Her name's Moon.

She made the waterwheel for me and she's learning me to read signs.

And she don't smell bad like you said. She smells good.

She stinks. So does this.

Now, wait a minute, boy, I ain't through with you.

Now, you been rooting around in my stuff, ain't you?

- You been stealing from me. - I didn't mean no harm.

You took that charm of mine, didn't you?

- Now, what did you do with it? - I lost it.

Now, boy, you're lying to me. Now, where is it?

I gave it to Moon.

- That squaw? You gave it to her? - Yes.

'Cause she gave me the waterwheel.

And what she say?

Come on, boy, answer!

She said it was a Sioux good luck charm.

Your good luck just ran out, boy.

- Don't, Aaron! - It ain't no good to run, now!

Don't, Aaron! Ow! Don't!

When they get out of hand, there ain't nothing you can do but tan them.

What I heard, you must have done a job.

When you tan a kid, you got to let him know you mean it, right?

That's the only way to handle it. Whale them if they get out of line.

- You handled it just right, Aaron. - I sure did.

You know, Muley, I just decided I had enough of Ben Cartwright

telling me what I can and what I can't do.

We can get Jonas to ride with us.

I'm gonna run that Indian and her squaw-man clean out of the country.

Well, Jonas'll go. When? When are you gonna do all this?

Tonight. Soon as it gets dark enough.

Bridger.

- What are you doing here? - Just going by.

After dark? You should be home.

- What is wrong? - Nothing's wrong.

I come over so you won't be alone.

- Thank you. - Ouch!

Bridger, I hurt you. I am sorry.

It's nothing.

Is it your back?

Let me see.

The skin is broken.

Bridger, did he whip you?

- With what? - His belt.

- Where is he now? - Home. There's some men there drinking.

I ran away and I ain't going back.

Bridger, can you walk as far as the Ponderosa?

- What for? - I want Mr. Cartwright to see this.

You do not have to stay with that man any longer.

- Can you walk that far? - If you go with me.

I will go with you. Now.

Hey, squaw, come on out!

You dirty Indian!

- Come out or we'll drag you out! - Come on out here!

- We want to talk to you! - We're coming in after you!

Bridger, out the back door, quick. Run to the Ponderosa. Hurry!

Get what's coming to you!

- Come on out of there! - We know you're in there!

- Get out of there! - All right, boys, come on!

Let's tie up!

This'll come in handy.

- There she goes! - Don't shoot!

Leave her to me. Take care of the cabin.

You raise a gun to me, squaw. Now you're gonna pay for that.

You are Bridger's stepfather. You are Aaron Gore.

You know me, huh? Well, you gonna pay for that too.

When I get through, you're gonna be glad to ride out of here,

you and your squaw-man!

You teach my kid to steal. To steal from me and give to you.

Now, this is mine, and you're wearing it.

Take it, I do not want anything of yours! Oh!

You should have run when you had the chance, squaw.

Please...

Oh, let me go!

"Let me go, don't hurt me!"

Well, I'll hurt you,

and when I let you go you won't stop running till you get to California.

You speak Sioux!

No white man would know that word.

- You are Sioux! - No!

My mother was. Dirty stinking Sioux!

I spent 20 years of my life trying to get away

from being called a half-breed, and I ain't gonna do it anymore.

It's too bad you had to find out about that.

Just too bad, 'cause you ain't gonna live long enough to tell anybody.

Ahh!

Came from over there. Let's go.

- There she goes. - Forget her.

She shot me.

We gotta get him to a doctor. Take his feet.

Kind of a wasted trip, Joe. Only a couple of horses worth messing with.

Well, you never know unless you take a look-see.

- Yeah, that's true. - Well, I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight. - Will! Oh, Will!

- Moon. - Will!

- Will, I shot him. - Shot who?

I shot Aaron Gore! He tried to kill me!

Get her in the house.

- It's all right. - Put her on the sofa.

- I shot him! - It's all right. Come on.

- Set her down. - I shot him!

- It's all right. - Get her some brandy.

Shh, easy now, easy.

- Easy. - It's all right now, honey.

- Joe, what happened? - Moon said she just shot Aaron Gore.

Hurry up, Hoss. You're all right now.

- Moon, it's all right. It's all right. - Here.

Now you just get some of this down.

Just a little. That's it.

How did it happen?

Where's Bridger?

I sent him here when the riders came.

Well, Bridger isn't here yet, Moon.

What riders? How many were there?

I saw three.

One of them was Aaron Gore.

I ran, and Aaron caught me!

We fought for his gun.

And I shot him!

- Did you kill him? - I do not know!

Why would he come after you, honey?

I found out about him.

He's a half-breed.

His mother was a Sioux.

So that's it.

- Where did you leave him? - By our cabin down by the creek.

Take some men. Find him. If he's still alive, take him back to town.

And find that boy, he may be in danger.

- It's all right now. - Here, here.

Have some of this now. Just calm and easy.

I tell you what happened, the squaw shot Aaron!

He said she did!

He ain't made a sound or a move since he told us she shot him.

And he used his last breath to tell us who did it.

Well, come daylight, we got us a rope job to do!

Well, we drew a blank. No sign of Aaron or the boy.

The cabin's a wreck. I'm surprised they didn't burn it.

I found this down by the creek.

That is Aaron Gore's.

He dropped it. Did you not see Bridger?

- No, ma'am. - Where can he be?

I sent him here last night. He knows the way. We must find him.

Moon, we'll find him.

Mr. Cartwright... I didn't know she was here.

It's all right, Candy. What is it?

There's a lynch mob on their way out here.

They spent last night working up a hate.

I made sure they were on their way and I rode out ahead of them.

Lynch mob?

It's all right.

According to them, you shot him in the back, Moon.

In the back? No, that is not true.

We were facing each other. We were struggling for the gun, it went off.

If that's the way she says it was, that's the way it was.

Well, I believe you.

But that mob doesn't care who shot him or where.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna stop a few of them, I can tell you that.

Calm down, Will.

Cartwright!

Get the rifles. You stay here with your wife.

Hey, Cartwright!

We know she's in there, Cartwright! Bring out that squaw!

You came here...

because you think that Mrs. Holt shot Aaron Gore in the back.

And you want to lynch her.

That's right, and we're gonna string her up too!

Well, there isn't gonna be any lynching here on the Ponderosa.

Mrs. Holt says that she shot Aaron in self-defense.

Oh, no. We know different.

You say different.

Well, we're going to have to let the law decide that.

We ain't waiting for no law.

All right, gentlemen.

Just turn your horses around nice and easy

and ride on back where you came from.

Mr. Cartwright!

Mr. Cartwright!

Mr. Cartwright!

Hey, boy, you belong with us,

not with those folks that are hiding that squaw that killed Aaron.

Aaron ain't dead.

Doctor told me he was bad hurt, but he ain't gonna die.

The kid's lying.

Moon didn't shoot him. I did.

Aaron threw down Moon's rifle, she ran away and he chased her.

I picked up the rifle and shot him.

I heard Aaron say, "She shot me."

Besides, why would a kid want to shoot his own pa?

There she is!

I will show you why.

- Let's get out of here. - Hold on.

Just wait a minute.

Bridger, who were the two men that were with Aaron?

Them two.

Muley and Jonas.

They're the ones that broke up the cabin.

Muley, Jonas, you stay close to town.

I'll be there tomorrow to swear out a warrant for your arrest.

Here's another blanket.

Well, now, that ought to help get things started again.

- Thank you, Hoss. - You are very generous.

It's the least we could do.

- Any news, Pa? - Well, yeah, in a way.

Gotta talk to Bridger here.

Come on, get right up here.

Now, Bridger, you're a pretty big young fella.

I'm gonna talk to you like you were a grown-up man. All right?

- All right. - I've been spending a little time

with your stepfather. He's gonna be all right.

He feels kind of badly about the way things have turned out here.

Bridger, he'd like to go off someplace by himself,

and start all over again.

So the court has appointed an executor to...

Well, an executor is a man who looks after the things

that you're not able to look after till you're 21.

And that homestead that you've been living in,

that place is yours now.

Live there by myself? I ain't much of a cook.

Well, the judge has thought of that too.

And he says if you've a mind to,

that you can adopt some new parents who can live there with you.

- I can? - Yeah.

Now, Bridger, can you think of a young married couple

that you'd like to have as your new ma and pa?

Yes, sir, I sure can.

Well, now, Moon and Will Holt,

do you accept young Bridger as your newly adopted son?

- Well, I sure do, if Moon does. - I accept.

Fine. Bridger, do you accept Moon and Will Holt as your new ma and pa?

I sure do.

Reckon that settles it, don't it?

Well, uh, not... not quite.

See, the executor has to give his approval.

Who's the executor?

I am.

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