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- Another excellent animal.
- Thank you.

Hardly any point in
making a close examination,

but the regulations demand it.

Well, we'll take him. Top
dollar. How many is that?

Forty-eight.

- Any Paiute activity down your way?
- No.

No sign of any on the trail either. I
understand you had a problem, though.

Yeah. That's why we're so
glad to get these re-mounts.

We've ridden our
horses to skin and bones.

- You raise fine horses, Mr. Cartwright.
- Thank you.

There's a war party
operating out of the hills

up to the north, headed by Wahe.

Wahe? He was killed
in a scouting raid.

Well, that's what we thought.

Then he came down with a
band of reservation jumpers,

looting, killing, stealing.

They're harder to
catch than a mirage.

We did find his camp
day before yesterday.

We might have had him,
but we moved too soon.

Nothing except a bunch of
women, children, old men.

You going after him?

Yes, but not until I've delivered
the prisoners to the reservation.

By that time, the
trail will be too cold.

By the way, one of the
prisoners is a white woman.

- Where's she from?
- I wish I could tell you.

Her reluctance to talk is
understandable, though.

She's Wahe's squaw, and she's
got his child, a half-breed papoose.

Are you taking her
to the reservation?

I offered her transportation to
any city and town in the state.

She insists on going
to the reservation.

- Do you want me to talk to her?
- I was hoping you'd say that.

Maybe you can get her to tell
you more than just her name.

- What's her name?
- Calls herself Mamyope.

English translation,
"she who resists."

This way, please.

Mamyope, this is
Mr. Ben Cartwright.

Don't be afraid of me.

Please, look at him
when he speaks to you.

I'd hoped you might
know each other.

- May I speak with her?
- I have an inspection to make.

I'll be back soon.

Mamyope, do you know me?

Have you ever seen me before?

I would like to help you.

I hope you believe that.

I believe you.

I hope so.

Let's go inside, we
can sit down there.

Sh...

A beautiful boy.

I live for him.

- Um... have you been treated well?
- Yes.

You... you don't have
to go to the reservation.

I want to.

How long did you...

- How long were you with Wahe?
- A long time.

- Do you love him?
- I'm his squaw.

- Do you love him?
- I lived in his teepee.

I bore his son.

My son.

My son is all that matters.
Does that answer your question?

Well, you know, we're...

We're pulling out
in the morning.

I'd sure like to have
you come along with us.

I want to go to the reservation
with the other squaws.

I figured we could
take you to Virginia City

and help you find your family.

You must have someone somewhere.

- There's no one.
- You're sure?

- Have you ever been on a reservation?
- No.

It's... it's not for
you, believe me.

If you love your son,
then you must think of him.

I think only of him.

I've never been to a reservation,
but I've lived in Nevada towns before.

I know the people.

I know what they would do to the son
of a white mother and a Paiute father.

I can spare him that
torment, and I will.

Now, why do you think the
reservation will be different?

What do you expect
to find for him there?

Equality.

If you don't mind, I'd like to
go back to the other squaws.

Of course.

I'll help you.

I'd like one more favor.

We're having an early supper.

Consider it a kindness
if you would join us.

On one condition:
no more questions.

No questions.

We ain't used to serving
fancy here. Best we could do.

Oh, it looks very good.
Very good, thank you.

Yeah... you want seconds, yell.

Here's the money for those re-mounts.
The major seemed to be pleased.

Oh. Yeah.

Well, Joseph put that
chair over there for later.

And fellas, let's not have any
conversation when she gets here

about Wahe or what she's
doing here or where she's going.

Just want to make her feel
like she's among friends.

What's happened to her, it
makes no difference at all.

Sure.

Come in. Come in, please.

Uh, let's meet everybody.
That's my son, Hoss.

- Howdy, ma'am.
- And my other son, Joseph.

This is Candy.

- Gentlemen, this is Mamyope.
- Glad to meet you, ma'am.

Uh, sit down. Make
yourself comfortable.

Well, I hope you've brought
your appetite with you.

- Mm. Looks mighty good.
- Yeah.

You know, after two
weeks on the trail,

there's something about just a clean
tablecloth making food look good.

You've got some
pretty country here.

How you making out with
that... that horse of yours?

Him?

Well, I think it's a tie, he tried to
kick me and I backed him into a thistle.

Candy's got a running feud
with this roan horse of his.

He was out chasing a stray
the other day and the horse went

and ran him into a tree and
he got caught up in the limbs.

That never happened.

Funniest thing I ever saw was Candy
hanging up in that tree upside down.

I think he ought to just
get himself another horse.

You're being very
kind, all of you.

You're trying very hard.

But you're as
uncomfortable as I am.

Well... I'm sorry.

Can't help wondering
what it was like,

how I lived, what
was done to me.

You're too polite to ask. But
there'll be many who won't be.

Well, ma'am, it ain't that bad.

We had a lady from Virginia City
about seven or eight years ago

who got captured by the Paiute.

Stayed with them two or
three years and came back.

Did she have a baby?
A half-breed baby?

Mr. Cartwright... what
will happen to Wahe?

Well, uh, if he surrenders...

He'll never surrender.

If he's captured, then...

he'll be brought to trial
before an Army court,

and if he's found
guilty he'll...

he'll have to pay
the full penalty.

Death by hanging.

Yes.

If he fights, he'll be killed.

I had to know.

You'll just have to excuse me.

Alicia?

Alicia Purcell.

You knew me all the time.

Almost from the first moment.

Four years ago,
White Fork Crossing,

your... your husband was a
cattle buyer there before the raid.

Why didn't you say so?

Oh, let me alone!

I was waiting to hear you say
that you wanted to go back home.

- I have no home.
- Yes, you have.

Your husband, Wayne,
he's in Virginia City.

Spent a year searching
for you, thinks you're dead.

I am dead.

He's been living there for three
years. If he knew that you were alive...

Stop! Stop, I
don't want to listen!

He's your husband! He's
your husband, was and is.

He wouldn't want me!

He thinks I'm dead, let
him go on thinking that!

What about your child?

What do you want for your child?

- Everything.
- Everything?

Yet you would take
him to a reservation,

to face a life of misery
and hopelessness.

There'll be no equality
for your son there.

Not for a boy who's
neither white nor Indian.

Only rejection.

I'll talk to the major.

He'll have Wayne
meet us here, or...

or you'll leave with
us in the morning.

We got plenty of blankets
here on the buckboard, ma'am.

We can make a bed for the baby.

I'd rather hold him.

Anything you say, ma'am.

Mr. Purcell.

He was with Pa in White
Fork. But I didn't see her there.

- But you know her husband?
- Yeah.

He's got a good
business. He works hard.

Sort of proud and
proper, though.

I got nothing against him,
but that's the impression I got.

- A little too proud, maybe.
- That's what I was thinking.

On the other hand,

I was wondering what I'd do if it
was me she was coming home to.

I asked myself the same
question. But I didn't get an answer.

I sent a telegram to Wayne.

Told him we'd be
home in four days.

Asked him to come
to the Ponderosa.

- Mm...
- Hey, he knows what he's doing.

Look... oh, that's strong.
That's a good spoon.

- I want some food on my spoon.
- You want some food on your spoon?

Do you want some
foodie on that spoon?

Look at the string
on that spoon.

Eat that thing.

- It's a good spoon, isn't it?
- Good spoon.

- The other end.
- You gotta eat off this end

- of the spoon.
- Hi, buddy.

- Happy little guy, ain't he?
- Oh, he sure is.

Didn't cry no more than
two or three times on the trail.

What are you talking
about? He didn't cry but once.

- I was closer to him than you were.
- He was exercising his lungs.

That's why babies cry, you
know, to exercise their lungs.

- How do you know that?
- Speaking of exercise...

Joseph, I thought you and
Candy were going to go to Boxtor.

- Yeah, we are.
- Where? Right here in the living room?

Well, we just
finished our lunch,

and we're just going to play with
the little fella for a few minutes.

Pa, I saw Wayne
Purcell at the post office.

He was just waiting to make
sure when we got home.

- Said he'd be out in about an hour.
- Ah, good.

- We... we better get back to work.
- Yeah. See you later.

Here, buddy. There you go.

- Something you ought to see over here.
- Huh?

Like the major said
they headed northeast,

they hit a ranch
on Miller Creek.

Two hundred miles from
here. Sure moving fast.

Yeah. They had to, troop
of cavalry on their trail.

Nap time for this young man.

He's a mighty pretty little guy.

- Is Wayne coming out here?
- Oh, yes, I meant to tell you.

Hoss just brought the message,
he'll be here within the hour.

For the last four years I didn't
think I'd ever be frightened again.

I'm frightened now.

How do I look?

I know this buckskin
looks terrible, but I...

I've tried to fix my hair
the way Wayne liked it.

Your hair's beautiful
and you're beautiful.

I know you're lying. Thank you.

Mr. Purcell is coming
down the road.

All right, young lady, I got
some things to do with the boys.

I'll go out the back way, and
you'll have the place to yourselves.

Now, smile and go
meet your husband.

Wayne.

Alicia?

Alicia!

- Oh!
- Alicia!

Alicia, it is you!
It really is you.

Where did you come
from? How did you get here?

- The Cartwrights brought me back.
- The Cartwrights.

After the White Fork raid, I
searched for you for months. I...

- I couldn't find a trace.
- Come inside.

Yes.

Hey, you... you look
wonderful. You do.

- There's so much to tell you.
- You don't have to tell me anything.

What's happened doesn't matter,
what's important is that we're together.

- And we can start all over again.
- Wayne, please...

Alicia, listen to me. I have done
nothing for the past four years

but work, work, work,
and I've done very well.

I've got so much to give you now it'll
make up for everything you've missed.

Don't you want to know
what happened to me?

But I do know.

I know.

You were a prisoner,
and it was terrible.

It had to be terrible.

But you escaped.

Wayne, please, wait.

- But why?
- Wait here.

Why?

Alicia?

- Alicia, where are you going?
- I'll be... I'll be right back.

It's all right.

This can't be.

Yes, he's my son.

Paiute.

Whose?

Or do you know?

Yes, I know.

It's Wahe's.

I was his prisoner. His squaw.

Wahe!

That murderer, that
red-handed butcher!

And you dare bring this home?

What was I supposed
to do? He's my son too.

He's my flesh and blood.

Should I have pretended he was never
born, just walk away and leave him?

I thought you were
dead. I could live with that.

But this... how in heaven's
name do you expect me to feel?

I don't know, Wayne.

I truly don't know.

Filthy savage.

Didn't that matter to you?

Yes, it mattered.

But I'm a coward.
I didn't want to die.

Coward? No.

There's another name
for a woman like you.

I ask one kindness of you.

Go away, quickly.

And gladly.

A cousin in Omaha?

What do you expect
to find in Omaha?

A home for myself and my son.

Suppose your cousin feels
the same way your husband did?

Mr. Cartwright, it's
none of your business.

I took your advice once, I
don't need or want any more of it.

You're right, no more advice.

- Brandy?
- No, thank you.

You're angry, you
been hurt badly.

I told you what would
happen and I was right.

Yes. And I was wrong. I
should have prepared Wayne.

But since I brought you here,

I'd sure like to know what
happens when you leave.

If my cousin won't have us,
we'll go to the reservation.

Sure is a handsome child.

May I? Come up
here, young fella.

There we are.

Well. You know,
I sure do like you.

Yes, sir, I like you a lot.

Know what that means?
No, how could you?

You don't know the
meaning of the word.

Like, love, or hate, or any of
those things are just sounds

as far as you're concerned.

You're too young
to understand them.

Yes, and you're too young to...

to know that right
now people hate you

because of the
accident of your birth.

But you're not too young
to understand that, are you?

You're willing to hide him,
take him to the reservation.

- To protect him, yes.
- Protect him or yourself?

Tell me, is it because that you're
so worried about what people think

about you that you
want to hide him?

You're even willing
to hide yourself.

Why hide? There's
a simple solution.

- More advice, Mr. Cartwright?
- Yes.

There's a good orphanage near
Sacramento run by the Catholic sisters.

They'd love to
have a child like this.

Why don't I have Joseph
hitch up a team to the buggy,

then you can take
him there tonight.

And that way there'd be no
child, no problem, simple solution.

Oh, damn you, Ben Cartwright!
If you think for one minute...

Oh, yes, you're willing
to fight for him, are you?

Good.

Then why run?

Why not fight right
here in Virginia City?

Yes. Why not?

I was out on the porch
the last five or ten minutes.

- Got a little loud in here.
- Yes, I guess it did.

Well, what happens now?

I wish I knew.

They say this is the best shop in
town, although I'm not an expert.

You do have
business at the bank?

Yes, of course, but I... I want to
introduce you to Elizabeth Bowen.

- I've known her for a long time.
- I'd rather you didn't.

If I'm going to stay in Virginia
City, I have to face these people.

I might just as well
start here and now.

Okay. I'll meet you back here.

- But the neckline is so good.
- Yes, but what about this?

- I'll be with you in a minute.
- I'm in no hurry.

But then there's the waistline.

Maybe... maybe this dress
is more what you had in mind.

Oh, yes, this is attractive.
This is very attractive.

- She is a squaw!
- Oh, I'm sure you're wrong.

Well, I know an Indian child
when I see one. That baby's Paiute.

You needn't wonder, ladies.
My baby is Paiute, half Paiute.

- This is lovely.
- Oh, yes. It's pure silk.

The very finest quality.

And just the color
I've been looking for.

I want this silk made up in
that dress you just showed me.

I want the material now.

- But Mrs. Smith...
- And I don't want the cloth

that's been unrolled
from the bolt.

Hey.

Hey, you know something?
You're as pretty as a $40 filly.

Now, on account of you're so pretty,
old Hank's gonna buy you a drink.

- Come on.
- Let me go.

Oh, come on now, don't
get mad. Trying to be nice.

I'm really a very nice fella.

Oh, come on, we can
have a lot of fun together.

I don't even mind the baby.

Think you're too
good for me, huh?

Ain't no woman carrying no
Paiute brat too good for me.

No, stay away. No.
No, stop it. No, stop!

Up you go.

Candy, I want you to take Alicia
and her son back to the Ponderosa.

Mr. Cartwright, if
there's trouble here...

Nothing I can't handle.

You dropped your hat.

Well, I never even seen
Cartwright till after I was down.

I mean, he snuck up on me,
you know, hit me from behind.

Why, he didn't even
give me a fair chance.

This'll make you the biggest
cattle broker in Virginia City.

- Thanks to you, Mr. Green.
- No thanks asked or wanted.

You've earned it.

Carrying a Paiute
kid, ain't she?

Well, she ain't no better than a Paiute.
I don't care what Ben Cartwright says.

And I'll tell him
so right to his face.

Do that.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Well, uh, wearing buckskins
and carrying that baby,

well, I thought
she was a Paiute.

She's not a Paiute,
but even if she was...

Yeah, well, she sure ain't.

She's less than a
Paiute, she's less than dirt!

Miss Purcell is a
guest in my house.

If you raise your voice
to her or try to touch her,

I'll see to it that
you're put in jail.

Yeah, well, there ain't no law
against talking to the likes of her.

There's a law protects
women on the street.

And I'll see to it
that it's enforced.

- Decent women, yes.
- But not trash.

One more thing, Hank.

Not only would you go to jail,

but it'll take some while for
you to recover your health

before you're able to
stand trial. That's a promise.

You were saying?

No better than she should
be. We can all see that.

Can we?

Now, supposing it had been
your wife that was taken prisoner,

what would you want her to do?

Kill herself?

Mr. Barry, you've got a sister.

You love her very much.
Suppose she'd been taken prisoner.

How would you treat
her when she came back?

- I don't know.
- Mm. You don't know.

Do you know, Mr. Rogers?

You have two beautiful daughters.
Suppose it happened to one of them

and she had the strength
and the courage to survive.

Now, what would you do

when your friends and neighbors
turned their backs on her?

That ain't ever gonna
happen to my daughters.

Ain't never gonna
happen to your daughters?

That's what everybody thinks.

That's what everybody likes to
think, it'll never happen to one of theirs.

Well, it's happened before
and it could happen again.

It could happen to someone
very near and dear to you.

So you'd better start
figuring how you'd feel.

Yeah, start figuring.

It's been a good day.
See you tomorrow.

I waited until your sons were gone.
There's something I have to tell you.

Mr. Cartwright, I'm
leaving in the morning.

I realize if my son's gonna
have any chance at all,

it'll be in a big city like
San Francisco or New York.

Virginia City has something
that no other place can offer you:

- Your husband.
- I have no husband.

Maybe. But when
you had need of help...

you saw his name on
that sign, you turned to him.

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

- Well, Mrs. Fletcher.
- Good evening, Mr. Cartwright.

Good evening. Mrs.
Smith, come in, please.

- Nice to see you.
- You know Mrs. Purcell.

- Yes.
- Please, come sit down.

Oh, no, we are here to...

well, to speak for the
Virginia City Women's Club.

We were very distressed
over what happened today.

Yes, that was very distressing.
But, ladies, please sit down.

Oh, thank you, but we were
afraid that something similar,

- perhaps worse, might happen again.
- Yes.

To prevent that, to
help you and your child,

we've taken up a collection,

and we are prepared to
help you find a new home,

a new start, someplace
like Carson City, Reno,

someplace where you and your
child will feel more comfortable.

Thank you, ladies.

Thank you.

Your kindness is overwhelming.

The truth is, you
want to get rid of us.

- That's the truth, isn't it?
- Oh, no.

You hate me, you
hate my child so much

that you're willing to
pay to get us out of sight.

- That's not...
- Well, it won't work. We're not dirt.

We won't be swept away.

The only way you can help
us now is to let us alone.

Now, get out, both of you.

Get out!

Ladies.

I shouldn't have done that.

I thought you did very well.

I think I'm going to cry.

Well, my son's been asleep
for hours. It's time I joined him.

Busy place tonight.

Hello. This is your
night for company.

- It sure is.
- I passed a couple of your guests

down the road a piece.
They're now my ex-customers.

Oh, Mrs. Purcell, good evening.
I... I brought the silk you liked.

You disappeared so quickly that
I never had a chance to tell you

that I'd be delighted
to make a dress for you.

- Ten dresses, if you wish.
- Oh, thank you.

Not at all.

Oh, Ben, I heard what you
said in the Silver Dollar Bar.

I must have heard ten
different versions of it.

You certainly have
the whole town talking.

- Is that good or bad?
- Hm. Both, I guess.

Tell me, have you got a room,
a spare room here we can use?

- Well, several upstairs.
- Fine. Then we can get started.

- Come along.
- Here, I'll take that.

We won't be needing you,
Ben, this is woman's work.

That's a very handsome
boy you've got.

I brought along some yard goods
and some dress fabric for him too.

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Oh, it's easy with
a pretty customer.

Hey, now she's blushing, I
think it makes her even prettier.

You'll have me
crying again. Stop it.

You've been so kind, all of you.

- Could I ask one more favor?
- Name it.

Tomorrow's Sunday.
I'd love to go to church.

My pleasure.

Whoo! Yes, sir.

I tell you, I don't know if that bonnet
makes you look more like a boy

or a girl, but your booties
make you look like a boy.

Do you like your new
clothes, huh? Huh?

Yes, sir, you betcha.

Well!

You know, you're a
remarkable woman.

You're not only beautiful,
but you're on time.

Thank you, sir.

Hoss should have
the buggy ready.

Correction. He brought
the surrey. Any reason?

Well, I thought
maybe I'd go with you.

Oh, good. Uh, help you in?

There we are.

- You going to church too?
- We thought we would.

All right.

Yes. Yes.

I'm not afraid.

- I'll go the rest of the way alone.
- No, no.

I'd be mighty proud
to go along with you.

Sh... sh...

Alicia.

Morning, ma'am.

Good morning, Mrs. Purcell.

Morning.

Morning. Nice to see you both.

Mrs. Purcell. Mr. Cartwright.

Morning.

Squaw!

Dirty Injun squaw!