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- Neat as I can make it,

it will cost you $2.25
to mail the package.

- Can you weigh up
about $1.10 worth?

- 'Tis a peculiar sort of
letter I'm after thinking

when what's mailed and
what's not has not apparent

bearing on the total
sense of it all.

- To tell the truth,
it's not really letters

just a bunch of notes.

- Notes?

- Things I've seen.

Places I've been.

Thoughts that
crawl into my head.

- Ah, like a diary, you mean.

- Yeah, I send them along to
a newspaper editor back home.

- Is that a fact now?

If ever you feel the
urge to do a paragraph

on Grizzly Hill,

you'll not neglect to
mention the postmaster

that goes by the
name of Liam O'Shea?

- It's a promise.

Thanks.

[dramatic music]

- Hey, Gaskins!

C'mere and read this.

[men laughing]

["The Rebel Theme"
by Johnny Cash]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

[men laughing]

- Go on, read some more.

- Next to death, loneliness
is the worst thing

that can happen to man.

I've seen it spread
like a plague epidemic

over an entire army
encampment touched off

by something as ordinary
as a soldier's from home.

[men laughing]

- I'll have my property.

- Now, hold on a minute, sonny.

- Am I gonna have to climb
over you to get it, mister?

- Now, don't get
your back up, sonny.

We was just having a little fun.

- Mister, if I thought you
had the brains to understand

my writing I'd be flattered,

but by the looks of
you there's more desert

wasteland between those ears
than there is in all of Texas.

- Dumb am I?

Well, you mangy little
coyote, I can put my X

to a check big enough
to buy this whole county

with enough left over to
box it up and ship it east.

That's how dumb I am.

- I couldn't care less what
you do with this county,

all I want is my papers back.

Of course, if you'd
prefer to eat them.

[laughing]

- Go on, give him
his papers back.

Now, c'mon Gaskins I'm
not paying you to hang

around this store all day.

[door closes]

- Lad.

I want a word with ya.

It appears you might be
shopping for employment.

- Yeah.

- You can read and
write that much I know,

and I'm assuming you can count

to 10 without losing your way.

What's left you can
get from the textbooks.

Sure lad, 'tis the
post of schoolmaster

I'm offering you.

- Schoolmaster?

- [Liam] Aye.

- Me?

- Aye.

For a few weeks only.

Till our replacement
gets here from St. Louis.

- Are you serious?

- Aye, that I am.

Consider the salary, lad.

More than you'd make in
three months punching cows.

Short hours.

Everybody looking up
to you with respect.

- But I've had no experience.

- Think of the children.

The little darlings.

Their precious
education's interrupted

by the scholastic hiatus.

I'm appealing to your
social conscious, lad.

You mustn't refuse.

- Doesn't the school board
have to put it to a vote first?

- You're looking at
the school board.

- Well, how about that
big noise I just rubbed

up against?

- Cal Armbruster?

What about him?

- Well, I don't think
he's gonna like this.

- You know, lad, the very same
thought has occurred to me.

- Talking to me like that.

Like as if I was nothing.

Just a piece of dirt that he
got caught under his boot.

- Well, I never heard
of nobody being talked

to death yet, Pa.

Doing, like you always said,
doing that's what counts.

- As if books and brains
was the same thing.

I never got nothing
out of a book except

a mail order pump.

Never stepped no foot in
a school room neither.

Neither will one of my kin.

Self-made, that's me.

I look at you, Troy,
you ain't even 21

you know more about the
land and the cattle on it,

and work harder than
anybody in this county.

- Well, tomorrow,
Pa, I may be a little

unmindful of my chores.

I hear that O'Shea sent
word for the kids to go

over to the schoolhouse
and help that

new teacher tidy up.

But you know, I got a hunch
that they ain't gonna make it.

Now, maybe now you get the idea!

Ain't you, or you, or
nobody to come around

that schoolhouse,
you understand?!

Now, get on!

Get on!

Get outta here!

Go on, scat!

Beat it!

[laughing]

- 'Tis a bold, brave warrior
you are, Troy Armbruster,

and no mistake.

- [Troy] Good morning, Peggy.

- 'Tis proud you must
be of this day's work?

- [Troy] Oh, do you
think they care?

Did you ever see a bunch
of kids that wanted

to go to school, did ya?

- Well, 'tis certain
sure such an ambition

never occurred to you.

Well, do you let me pass.

- You know enough.

You read and write.

Now, what's a girl wanna
go to school for anyway?

- Well, you'd be
surprise what a girl

can learn from
the right teacher.

- [Troy] You taking
up with that outsider?

- And if I have?

Oh, well I couldn't
expect you to understand

a man of his caliber.

He's sensitive,
intelligent, and mannerly.

- How come you know
so much about him?

- [Peggy] A man's
past is in his face.

- A man?!

Well, he ain't no
older than I am, Peggy!

- But he's lived!

Why he's traveled everywhere,
and seen everything!

- Ah, that's bum's travel!

People who ain't got nothing
travel around like that!

Everything I need's right here!

I'm foreman of my dad's spread,

and I'm foreman of my
dad's spread because

I can do the job better
than anybody else can.

- There's room for improvement.

- [Troy] Yeah, like what?!

- Like taking your hat off
while you're addressing a lady.

[knocking]

- Hi.

- [Peggy] Hi.

I'm Peggy O'Shea.

- I was expecting
a larger turn out.

- Oh, they'd be
here if they could,

but it's himself
that's stopping them.

Troy Armbruster.

- Well, I guess I'd better
have a talk with him.

Plan to keep this up?

- You planning on stopping me?

- I might give it a try.

- All right, I'll
tell you what I'll do.

I'll let you have
the first swing.

- You mean it?

- Sure I mean it.

You go right ahead.

Yeah, that was a
pretty good one.

- All right, kids, enough
time's been wasted.

[children laughing]

[upbeat music]

That's enough for today, kids.

Thanks for helping to clean up.

See you in the morning.

[children talking loudly]

Makes a big
difference, doesn't it?

- Lord Byron, my favorite poet.

You know, you're like
him in so many ways.

- Oh?

Lord Byron doesn't have
to face a school room

of kids in the morning.

- It must be a grand thing
to have traveled as you have.

To have met adventure
in so many forms.

Not secondhand from
books, as most of us do.

- Well, you've traveled.

It's a long ways from
Dublin to Grizzly Hill.

- Eight years old, I was,
when my father brought me.

The trip meant
little to me then.

This is all I know.

You know, 'tis a terrible
thing to have to settle

for so little,

when you know you're born
for something better.

- It's getting late.

- Where will you sleep?

- In here.

- Well, you'll take
dinner with us?

Now, you can't say no to roast
venison and huckleberry pie.

- Sure, now would Lord Byron
decline such an invitation?

[laughing]

[dramatic music]

- [Troy] Listen,
there's three of us.

- Well, I do hope you
make this a habit.

- Well, it's possible.

A fella could get real
addicted to your pie.

- Well, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

[dramatic music]

- You sure you didn't
recognize them, lad?

- It was just some
ornery drunks.

It was too dark to
see their faces.

- I can pin a name
on one of them.

- Now, Peg, you don't know.

- 'Tis precisely the sort low
shenanigans he'd be up to.

And needing a nose full of
whiskey to give him courage.

- Troy Armbruster may
be a lot of things,

but I don't think he's a coward.

Whatever's eating him goes
a lot deeper than our scrap.

- 'Tis certain
sure you don't know

the Armbruster character.

Thick-skinned, uneducated
louts, both of them.

What any woman could see
in either one is beyond me.

- 'Tis me own fault.

'Twas no bed of roses
I ushered you into.

If you wish to resign.

- Resign?

You couldn't bust me loose from
this jail with scatter gun.

Now, can anyone tell me where

and when Cornwallis surrendered?

All right, Peggy.

- Cornwallis surrendered
at Yorktown, Pennsylvania,

1781, October 19th.

- That's correct.

Write this down.

Now, I'd like to talk
to you about a man

who was many things.

Humanitarian,

inventor,

president of the United States.

He was the author of the
Declaration of Independence.

His name was Thomas Jefferson.

- Psst!

[whispering]

- If you're starting
school, Armbruster,

take a seat in the back.

- I'll stand, I
may not be staying.

- We were talking about the
Declaration of Independence

and Thomas Jefferson.

It was signed July 4, 1776.

- You said I was uneducated,

got no ambition to go to school.

So, here I am.

- And this is what he said.

"We hold these truths
to be self evident

"that all men are created equal.

"That they are endowed
by their creator

"with certain
unalienable rights."

Leaving already, Armbruster?

- Yeah, I learn fast.

[laughing]

[knocking]

- Who is it?

Do you know what time it is?

- It's all right.

Father's asleep.

- Well, that's not the point.

A girl doesn't visit
a man late at night

unless she's chaperoned.

- 'Tis only a schoolgirl
visiting her teacher.

What could be more innocent?

- If you're just a schoolgirl.

- But I'm a woman, is that it?

I was afraid you hadn't noticed.

- I noticed.

- [Peggy] Well?

- Peggy.

- Wait.

I know what's in your mind.

She's only a country
lass, you're thinking.

Like hundreds you've known.

Common as flies they are,

and nothing to give a man
save a dog's devotion.

Not like some of
the sophisticated
women you've known.

- Peggy sometimes you see
things that don't exist.

- Ah, you cannot down yourself
in my eyes, Johnny Yuma.

The first time I saw you,

'twas as if I received
a picture postcard

from some far off place.

The Taj Mahal maybe.

No, you're outsider our Johnny,

the world I belong to.

- Believe me there's nothing
romantic about the life I lead.

- I hate this place.

I don't belong here.

No more than you do.

We're special.

Can't you see that?

Look, I left some
poems in desk today.

Stanzas I've composed.

Maybe you didn't find them?

- I found them.

- Well, that's the
real Peggy O'Shea.

My heart went into those rhymes.

Everything I think and feel.

Are they the expressions
of some provincial drudge?

Of some drab housewife?

- I don't know
much about poetry.

- Oh, it isn't expert
criticism I'm asking,

but simply from the
scanning of them, surely,

you can tell.

Oh, I see.

I certainly do see.

'Tis a fool I've been.

Troy!

- You and him that's all I see.

I close my eyes and I
can't even shut it out.

- He doesn't want me, Troy.

He doesn't want me.

- You think I'm
proud of what I did

jumping him three to one?

- You're hurting me--

- Hurting you?!

Not like you been hurting me.

Today, I went to school.

Me, Troy Armbruster.

My old man's gonna skin me
alive when he finds this out,

do you know that?!

But I did it to please you!

But nothing pleases
you doesn't it?!

I'm gonna make you forget him.

I'm gonna make you.

[lock squeals]

- Lass, where have you been?

You had me worried
something terrible.

- I went for a walk, father.

- Let me have a look at ya.

Who was he?

- Don't ask me, father.

Don't ask me.

- Speak, lass, who was he?!

I'll have a name from ya.

Who was he?!

- Will somebody tell me
what this is all about?!

- We'll show you
what it's all about.

- How could you do me this way?

- Do?

Do what?

- Messing around
with our womenfolk,

that's what stranger.

- Did she say that?

Well, it's not true!

- Do you expect us to believe
she did that to herself?!

- I never laid a hand on
you, Peggy, and you know it.

- Father, you
wouldn't listen to me.

You wouldn't let me explain.

- Lass, we know you were here.

- There's no explaining to do.

Take that shirt off of him.

Shoot him if he moves.

- Now wait a minute, Pa,
you can't bullwhip him

you'll kill him.

- I can't, huh?

- Now, wait a minute,
Pa, you didn't give Peggy

a chance to explain.

- He only tried.

- Maybe you think we
oughta let him off

with a talking to, huh?

- Now, Pa you now that's
not what I mean at all.

- Not so fast, maybe I got
something to say about this!

- Some more of your
fancy words, teacher?

- She didn't tell you all of it.

You could be real
sorry afterwards.

Instead of a whip, you
oughta be measuring me

for a wedding outfit.

If you want, I'll
spell it out for ya!

- You don't have to
spell it out for me!

You take that back,
or I'll kill you!

You dirty her name to
save your stinking hide.

It was me, you understand!

It was me!

- Oh, Troy.

- Oh, Peggy I love you.

- You pushed him into, lad.

You knew you could get
him to admit to it.

You knew that much, lad.

- He needed a nudge.

If he was half
the man I figured,

there wasn't anything
else he could do.

- We heard you won't be
here for the ceremony.

- New school teacher
arrives Monday.

I left a wedding
present with your pa.

- Oh, now you shouldn't have.

What we've learned from
you is present enough.

- I keep learning too.

Congratulations, Troy.

- Thank you.

I won't be able to
go back to school,

but I'll have a
teacher at home now.

So, I'm gonna learn
to read and write.

- Well, so long.

Maybe I'll see you around.

- But ain't going to learn
to read no Lord Byron.

["The Rebel Theme"
by Johnny Cash]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He got fightin' mad

♪ This rebel lad

♪ He packed no star

♪ As he wandered far

♪ Where the only law

♪ Was a hook and a draw

♪ The rebel, Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He searched the land

♪ This restless lad

♪ He was panther quick

♪ And leather tough

♪ If he figured that

♪ He'd been pushed enough

♪ The rebel, Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma