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(horse whinnying)

Hyah!

Keep out of this, Cartwright!
We don't need you!

Stop her somebody!
Don't let her see this!

(screaming)

(screaming)

Why?

In the name of decency,
Mrs. Buford, why?

Decency?

That girl's as guilty as her
father and her brother were.

(theme song playing)

Well, how is she?

She's resting.

She's in deep shock.

I believe I could have
made that diagnosis.

Now don't take your moral
indignity out on me, Ben.

I don't mean to, Paul.

It's just when I think of
people like that Mrs. Buford--

one of the so-called
leaders of our town...

Give her these.

One every four hours.

The only thing else

I can prescribe
for her is time.

How about prescribing a little
kindness and affection?

About the kindest thing that
could happen to Leta Malvet

is for her to get out
of Virginia City

as soon as possible.

Give the people a chance
to forget

about the two men her father
and brother murdered.

But when she leaves, she ought
to go of her own free will,

not because somebody threw rocks
at her and drove her out.

You may be right, Ben.

Good-bye.

Whoa, boy. What's the matter
with you, Little Joe?

You trying to scare this horse
half to death

just when I get him tamed down?

Yeah, cut out
the infernal shooting.

I was just practicing,
older brother.

Well, put it back
in your holster

before I have to take
it away from you

and keep it until
you grow up.

Well, you think you can?

Now what's all this racket?

Little Joe, next time you
pull a stunt like that,

I'm going to put you up
on that little sorrel.

Your baby son here is
playing at stage robber.

Well, quiet down,
the lot of you.

That girl in there
needs her rest.

Now, look, Pa,
if we're gonna start guarding

those mine payroll shipments,
we...

And keep quiet
about that, too.

Well, who's going to hear
me out here?

(horse approaching)
Now never mind who's...

I can't say you're welcome
on the Ponderosa, Renton.

I figured I wouldn't be.

Then why are you here?

To ask about Leta, that's all.

BEN:
I'll tell her
you asked about her.

I'd sure like to see her,
Mr. Cartwright.

I don't think
that would be best.

I appreciate what you done
for her, Mr. Cartwright.

I... I just stopped by
to say thanks

and see how she was,
that's all.

Pa.

Can't do no harm,
it might do some good.

(sighs)

Come on then.

Take his horse.

Clay, I needed you.

I tried to find you.

I come as soon as I could
get here, Leta.

I've been working at a ranch
over at Washoe.

What am I gonna
do, Clay?

I want to go away
from Virginia City.

Running away is not going
to help anything.

I found that out.

But the talk, Clay.

Facing them every day.

Long as you know the talk is
lies, it can't hurt you, Leta.

First thing you got to do
is forget the talk.

Ain't that right,
Mr. Cartwright?

Well, the, uh...

the doctor did say she needed
a lot of rest.

Sure.

I'll be around any time
you need me, Leta.

You know that.

Now, you get
a lot of rest

just like the doctor said.

Good to see you, Joe.

You and me
used to have

a lot of good times
together, huh?

Yeah, we did.

Thanks.

Thanks, all of you.

Well, that's all we need--

somebody like Clay Renton
snooping around.

I don't think he's snooping
around, Adam.

I think he meant what he said.

You know, he's just a little
bit older than I am,

and he's already got two
prison terms behind him.

Yes, and about eight
or ten more ahead of him,

more than likely.

Pa, don't you think maybe you
ought to talk to her about him?

Son, there's one thing
that a man can't do,

and that's tell a woman
who to love and who not to love.

Yeah, I reckon not.

You boys have
nothing to do?

Yeah, come on,
Little Joe.

Well, what's
on your mind?

The girl.

She's been here three days now.

What are you going
to do about her?

What do you want me to do,
throw her out

while that mob in Virginia City
is still in a lynching mood?

We have an obligation
to ourselves, too.

Such as?

Guarding the payroll shipments.

Whether we like it or not,
the only associates

Leta's ever had in her life
have been outlaws.

Now I just don't like the idea
of somebody like Clay Renton

hanging around the Ponderosa.

I suppose you're right.

Why don't you do
something for a change

and rustle me up
something to eat, huh?

Who took care of you
before I was around?

Where do you think
you've been?

If I thought it was any
of your business, I'd tell ya.

I warned you
for the last time, Clay--

I'm running this shebang--
all the way.

Yeah, you're running it
just fine.

You have us hold up
an empty stage,

Malvet and his boy kill a guard
and a driver

and get hung for it.

What'd we get out
of that job, Spence?

It's been a long time since
we picked up any money, boss.

We came here to get a slice
of that mine payroll money.

I don't care if it takes
six months--

we ain't gonna go off
half-cocked

and get our necks stretched
like Malvet and the boy did.

They ain't carrying that payroll
on the stages anymore,

but they're still
getting it through.

You got no idea
how they're doing it, huh?

I suppose you have?

If I was running this outfit,
I'd find out.

Well, you ain't running it!

I kind of go along
with your thinking, kid.

But you ought to
have better sense

then try to outdraw Spence.

Thanks for taking care
of my chickens, Hoss.

Oh, that's all right, ma'am.
I plumb enjoyed it.

Me and them chickens

got to calling each
other by first names.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I sold some of your
eggs to Mr. Buford,

and here's the money.

(sobbing)

Now, there ain't
no cause for that.

Nobody's ever been as good
to me as you folks have.

Well, we-- we better get
this little lady home.

Good-bye, Miss Leta.

It's best to be home.

Oh, I don't mean I don't
appreciate all of the...

Oh, I understand, Leta.

I'll go in with you,

see that everything
is all right.

Oh, no.

I mean, I left it
so quick and all--

I guess it looks pretty
awful, don't it?

Leta, you do believe

that I want to help you
every way I can, don't you?

You and the boys think

maybe I ought go away from here,
don't you?

I think it would be best.

Mr. Cartwright, I haven't
got anyplace to go.

Do you have any plans then?

Well, I've got my chickens.

Mr. Buford buys all my eggs.

I can make a living.

I've been doing it
for three years now.

And I never took a penny
of the money

my dad and brother stole.

You got to believe that,
Mr. Cartwright.

Oh, I do believe you, Leta,

but you know, there are
some folks that won't.

Well, then I'll--
I'll make 'em believe it.

I'll stand up and face 'em,
and make 'em know it's true.

Well, if that's what you think
is best for you to do, Leta,

I'll do everything I can
to help you.

It's what I have to do,
Mr. Cartwright.

Clay was right.

Running away
won't do any good.

(clicking tongue)

Welcome home, Leta.

Clay, what are
you doing here?

Who's got a better right?

What's the matter?

A week with those high
and mighty Cartwrights

make you too good for me?

It's not that, Clay.

What is it?

It's just that... that
you take me for granted.

Take you for granted?

You think I thought
of anything but you

every day of those three
years I was in jail?

I'm sorry, Clay.

Let's not talk about it now.

Let's just remember
that it's over now,

and we can get a fresh start
on things.

You bet we will.

We'll have lots
of good times together, too.

It's-It's more than that, Clay.

It's-It's having people
look up to you

and it's walking down the street

knowing that nobody's talking
about you behind your back.

Wait a minute.

What did those Cartwrights
do to you, anyway?

They treated me like a lady.

(chuckling)

Well, honey, ain't you one?

Come here.

It's been a long time, Leta.

Don't let those Cartwrights
give you any fancy ideas.

They ain't like us.

They treated me good.

But I'm your kind.

And don't you ever forget it.

HARVEY:
I told them we wouldn't pay
a penny more than $25

for all the decorations.

BOYD:
You always were a
sharp trader, Harvey.

(Harvey and Boyd laughing)

(whispering)
I buy eggs from her.

Fresh eggs
are hard to come by.

You get them where you can.

Well, I guess everything
is in order, then, Harvey.

Be the best bazaar we ever had.
No doubt about it.

My wife has worked
day and night.

I'll see you later.
Bye-bye ,Boyd.

Well, Leta, so you brought
me some more eggs.

There's six dozen there.
You can count them.

Well, now, I...

I could take your
word for it.

I wouldn't have
to count them.

They'd look awful
pretty on you, Leta.

I never seen any
that pretty before.

And just your
size, too.

If you're finished
counting them,

I'll take my pay
for the eggs now.

You ought to have
these shoes, Leta.

I can't afford them.

If you'll give me the pay,
Mr. Buford.

You can afford them, Leta.

You got a pair of shoes, Leta.

I told you
I couldn't afford them.

I just want
to be nice and friendly.

I could come out to your cabin
of an evening once in a while.

and-and pick
up the eggs.

Oh!

She came at me
like a tiger.

I caught her trying to steal.

These!

You dirty liar.

Stop it.

Honey, they tried
to rob me.

I saw it all.

She's a thief,

just like the rest
of her family.

Take me home, Clay.
Please take me home.

Come on.

We gonna just let them go?

You got your shoes
back, didn't you?

Honey, it's like I told you,
she tried to rob me.

I said I saw it all, didn't I?

Anybody interested in
a $50,000 load of fire wood?

I'd be interested in your
keeping quiet about it.

Any trouble?
Not a bit.

No.
Well, there's apt to be

if those outlaws are still
around and they find out

how we're getting the payroll
across the Ponderosa.

Now we got to figure out

something different
for next week.

Listen, Adam.
Little Joe had a real good idea.

Here's what we're going to do.
He's gonna put on a beard, see?

Then we're going to get
in the covered wagon

and come out here
like we're looking for land.

Yeah, see, then we put him
in a real nice bonnet

and a print dress.

Mm-hmm. How did I ever get
tangled up with you two?

(laughing)

You're just plain lucky,
older brother.

Well, there it is.

$50,000
in cold minted cash.

What I could do with that at the
big charity bazaar next week.

Well, now, I wouldn't
worry about it too much,

'cause you're not going to be
at the charity bazaar.

Yeah? Why not?

You'll be right here on one
of these payroll wagons.

You get in trouble there,
it'll be constructive trouble.

You get in trouble in town,
it'll be just plain trouble.

Hey, Pa, Adam says
I can't go to the bazaar.

That's right, son.

But neither can Adam.

He's going to be riding
the wagon right alongside you.

ADAM:
Oh, now, Pa.

Hoss and I will represent the
Cartwright family at the bazaar.

I'm trustworthy.

All right, come on.
Let's unload the wagon.

Why? Why don't you
listen to me?

'Cause I don't like it.

It wouldn't hurt
to listen, Spence.

We can't be no worse off
than we are now.

All right, so you found out
how it's done.

What are you going
to do about it?

What's the matter, Spence?
You gone yellow?

I've gone smart.

I'm going to wait
for the right time.

These nags of ours ain't had
a bait of oats in a month.

What are you gonna do,

get these horses of ours
ready by next Wednesday?

I'm gonna buy fresh horses.

With what?

Money. Money. Out of the safe
in Harvey Buford's store.

With half of Virginia City
looking over your shoulder?

They won't be.

I take time
to think things out.

Now, listen. There's a bazaar
starting up in a couple of days.

Every thing shuts down
except the saloons.

Nah.

Be good to have some
money to go on, Spence.
No!

Why?

Because you didn't think of it?

Because I don't want no part
of a cheap two-bit hold up.

I came here after big money
and that's what I'm gonna get.

I told you before, boy.
You think too small.

You been living on
egg money too long.

We're gonna do things my way
this time, Spence.

What's the little
boy trying to do?

Grow up to man size?

He ain't trying.
He just did.

(chuckling)

Clay, it's getting dark out.
It's time to wake up.

I'm awake.

Come here.

I guess I just don't know
how to say this right, Leta.

But there, in Buford's store,
when he accused you,

I knew it then.

I can't stand to see you
face it alone anymore.

I can't stand to be alone.

I love you, Leta.
I love you and I need you.

Oh, Clay.

Oh. I waited so long
to hear somebody say that.

I know folks around here are
going to talk against me, but...

But if I knew
you was waiting, I...

Oh, I will, Clay.
I promise you, I will.

I can go away for a while
and get a little money ahead...

Oh, that isn't important, Clay.

Yes, it is, honey.

It's important to a man.

A man likes to feel like
he's taking care of his wife.

I'll get it.

Of course you will.

I hope you won't change
your mind, Leta.

Like if those Cartwrights
start talking against me.

They don't like me
coming out here to see you.

But I do, Clay.

That's all that matters.

Anybody home?

Hoss!

Hello!

Hi, Miss Leta.

I just brung that chicken feed
into town for you.

Sure big things doing
in Virginia City today.

Getting ready for
that bazaar meeting.

Got the streets all decorated
and the booths all set up.

(chuckles)

Say, Miss Leta, you-you
sure do look pretty, ma'am.

Oh, do you like it?
I made it myself.

Sure enough?

Well it's-it's
mighty pretty, ma'am.

It's the first time
I ever tried.

Really?
Listen, you keep that up,

and you're liable
to take first place

at that dress making contest
at the bazaar one of these days.

Oh, Hoss.

Do you think so?
Do you really think so?

Well, ma'am, like you said,
it is your first one.

And I reckon...

I reckon it takes a lot of
practice to really sew good.

Hoss, when I was sick...
when I was over at your house...

you said that I could
talk to you any time,

tell you anything I wanted to.

Yes, ma'am,
and I meant it, too.

Well, I want
to show you something.

I have to tell you.

It's in here.

Sit down, Hoss.

Yes'm.

Now, close your eyes.

Yes'm.

Ah-ah-ah!

Now.

Hey. That's a wedding dress,
ain't it, Miss Leta?

Yes, it's a wedding dress.
I made it all myself.

It's my wedding dress!

You made it
for your hope chest.

I heard about gals making stuff
for their hope chest.

It sure is pretty, Miss Leta.

I'm going to enter it
in the contest, Hoss.

And I'm going
to be married in it,

in the best church
in Virginia City,

and I'm going to walk down
the main street of that town

and let everybody look at me
and I'll be so proud

and everybody will say,
"There goes Mrs. Clay Renton."

(giggling)

You and Clay Renton?

He asked me, Hoss.

I wasn't supposed
to say nothing,

but I been just
bursting inside

with wanting to tell
somebody about it.

Clay's gonna get a job.

A real fine job.
Yes'm.

It ain't like I hadn't known him
for a long time.

No, no.

I know he's had trouble,
but then, so have I.

I want to start all over again
and so does Clay.

Don't you see that's what makes
it so good, Hoss?

Yes'm. I reckon I do.

Ain't you gonna wish
me happiness, Hoss?

Yes'm, Miss Leta.

I wish you all the happiness
in the world.

You and Clay both.

Bye, Miss Leta.

(rooster crows)

* Da dee dee-dee-dee dee

* Da dum dee

* Oh, da-da dum.

MRS. BUFORD:
Well, good-bye,
Mr. Boyd. Come again.

Oh, Mr. Cartwright?

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Cartwright,
over here. Over here.

Hello, Mrs. Buford.

Looks like your bazaar is
going to be a great success.

Well, I've worked
very hard at it.

I'm sure you have.
Nice to see you.

Oh, Mr. Cartwright,
I want to thank you

for your generous
contribution.

Oh, not at all. Not at all.

Good cause.

Oh, and,
Mr. Cartwright--

I was wondering
if you would, uh...

If I would judge the dress
making contest again this year?

No, Mrs. Buford,
never, never again.

You ladies take this way
too serious for me.

But thank you very much
for asking.

Much obliged.

Good-bye.
Good-bye, ma'am.

(sighs)

Let's get over
to the Last Dollar,

see what the boys
are up to, huh?

Pa, don't you think
it's a little bit early

to start celebrating?

Early? What, for a couple
of young bucks like us?

(loud scraping)

What's the matter?

$50?

A lousy $50.

There should be more.

I thought there'd be more.

You thought.

We risk getting our
necks stretched for $50.

Take it easy.

I'll figure out something.

BOYD:
Harvey, Harvey,

don't tell me you're going
to open up today?

Oh, I have to get
something for my wife.

Boyd, it's been sort
of up to you and me

to head up things
around here.

Something wrong, Harvey?

(footsteps approaching)

Well, what do you think
we ought to do, Harvey?

I don't know.

My wife thinks she ought
to be run out of town.

Me and the rest of the
committee will back you up.

You know that, Harvey.

Spence was right about you.

You do think small.

Eric, let's get out of here.

(door opening)

(pistol cocking)

Clay Renton.

I had to come pick
this up for my wife.

I didn't figure on you
being here today.

Turn around.
Hmm?

Turn around, walk.

(blows landing)

Mrs. Buford.

Mrs. Buford, wait a
minute, Mrs. Buford.

I've got an entry for
the dress making contest.

Now, now, ladies, if you can get
your menfolk quieted down.

Now, ladies...

Mrs. Buford.
Now ladies,
as you know...

I got an entry.

What is it, child?

I made a dress.

I want to enter it.

I was afraid
I'd be late.

Clay was supposed to
come by and get me,

but he plumb forgot.

I guess that's just like a man,
though.

It's kind of crumpled,

but I stuck by all the rules,
Mrs. Buford.

I bought the material
right here in town

like the rules say.

I traded eggs for it.

You can ask your
husband, Mrs. Buford.

And it ain't no boughten'
pattern either.

I made it my own self.

It's my wedding dress,
Mrs. Buford.

(crowd murmuring)

I guess that was just
an accident, Mrs. Buford.

I guess you just
couldn't help it.

I said I want to enter my
wedding dress in the contest.

The entries are closed.

To everybody, Mrs. Buford,
or just to me?

If you had been on time,

I would have been glad
to accept your entry.

You're a liar, Mrs. Buford,

and everybody here knows it.

(crowd murmuring)

I know I ought to hate you,
but I don't.

I just feel sorry for you.

You know, this is
really nice.

I wish the boys could
be here with us.

Yeah. Did you see the
expression on old Adam's face

when you told him
he couldn't come?

(both laughing)

Leta...

Leta, what happened?

What happened?

I just found out where
I belonged, that's all.

Now wait a minute, Leta.

For what?

(door opening)

Clay Renton.

Get a doctor, somebody.

Hoss.

Find Adam and Little Joe.

Get some of the men
together from the sawmill,

spread them out and cut
off all the trails

between here and
the Ponderosa.

I'll get some men
together here

to follow out the Gold Hill
and Peavine Springs roads.

I'll meet you
at the Ponderosa later.

Yes, sir.

We've all got
good ropes, Ben.

We know how to use 'em.

Yes, I guess you
would, Boyd.

You've had practice.

(hoofbeats approaching)

How are things
in town?

Ugly.

Hoss said you sent the posse
up toward Peavine.

A lynch mob would be
more like it.

Well, I doubt if they'll find
anything to lynch out that way.

You picked up a trail then?

I figured you would.

There must have been three
others besides Clay Renton.

What makes you so sure
it was Clay Renton?

Well, Hoss said...

That Harvey Buford had
mentioned Clay's name.

I'm not going
to condemn a man

until I have a lot more
to go on then that.
You talked to Leta?

Not yet.

We found where four men
had been camped.

It looked like they'd been
there for some time.

Followed a trail
up along Manzanita Ridge

and we ran out of daylight.

They headed up to the lake,
then, huh?

Well, three of them are, anyway.

You boys follow
on along the ridge.

Then circle back
to the Malvet place.

Sure you want to go alone?

I'm sure.

(coyote howling)

Well, I guess we lost 'em.

I doubt it.
(rifle cocking)

(pistol cocking)
HOSS:
I wouldn't do that, boys.

Just leave them peashooters
right where they are

and be sensible
about this.

It was Clay Renton beat
up that storekeeper.

I swear it was.

Now, the safe was robbed.

You got the money with you?

You know what was
in that safe?

$50.

That's what
was in it.

Cartwright, listen to me.
Let me explain it.

Oh, you'll have all kinds
of time to explain.

What do you want to do
with them, Adam?

Take them back to town

where there's a jail
to hold 'em.

Then we'll swing back
around Leta's place

like Pa told us.

$50?

Was it worth it, boys?

(sobbing)

(hoofbeats approaching)

(hoofbeats stop)

Clay, what's the matter?

The way you came
riding in here just now

like something
had happened?

I used to see my own father and
brother ride in here like that.

I felt bad about not being here

to take you to the bazaar
like I promised.

I just wanted to
see you and explain.

Maybe I rode
a little too hard.

Clay, I heard about
it-- everybody did.

About what?

Harvey Buford.

(hoofbeats approaching)

(horse whickers)

Who is it?

It's me
Ben Cartwright.

(whispers):
You won't need that.

Who's with you,
Mr. Cartwright?

I'm alone.

Oh, I, uh, I came here

because I'd like to
talk to you, Leta.

About Clay.

You've already
made up your mind

about him, haven't you?

No, I haven't made up
my mind about any...

Yes, you have.

All of you have.

Somebody gives Harvey Buford
the beating

he's always deserved,
and everybody blames Clay.

Clay wasn't
even in town.

BEN:
Well, if Clay
wasn't in town

and he can prove that, then
there's nothing to worry about.

But he'll have to
prove it, won't he?

Well, shouldn't he?

Why should he?

Why should he get down
on his hands and knees

and come crawling to you?

Is it because his name is Renton
and not Cartwright?

Now you know
that isn't so.

Why is everyone getting
so excited?

Every day a man gets a beating
in Virginia City

and nobody turns a head.

Leta, this is more
than a beating.

Harvey Buford's
store was robbed.

Harvey Buford is dead.

Do you understand
what I said?

A man has been killed.

My father and my brother
were killed, too.

And I know who did it.

A whole town full of
your kind of people

is guilty of that crime.

Why don't you go knock
on their doors

in the middle
of the night?

Clay Renton is
suspected of murder.

Clay is not guilty!

If you're so
sure of that,

then what are we
fighting about?

He's all alone
against all the rest of you

and I know how that feels.

I know you do.
And I want to help you.

I can't turn against him,
Mr. Cartwright,

not when he needs me most.

I'm not asking you
to turn against him.

I'm asking you not
to turn against yourself.

What is it you want of me?

If Clay comes here,
don't get into trouble

by trying to protect him.

If he comes and asks me,
I'll have to give him my help.

Then you'd be putting yourself

on the opposite side
of the fence from everybody.

I guess I would, but it would
be on the side where I belong.

I'm a Malvet,
and there's one thing

the Malvet women
could always be proud of.

They always stood up
for the men they loved.

Thank you for helping me find
my own place, Mr. Cartwright.

(horse neighing)

All right. You can come out
now, Clay. He's gone.

Yeah, I guess he has.

Did you think
I'd lie to you?

No. I can trust
you, Leta.

I was proud of the way
you talked up to him.

We got to get out of here. You
got a gunny sack or something?

We'll need a few supplies.

Here. Start filling it up.

I'll keep an eye on the window.

I didn't know
Harvey Buford was dead.

He got what he deserved.

When I think of him
putting his hands on you...

Mr. Cartwright
said the store was robbed.

I heard him say that.

Did you hear him say it
or did you already know it?

How could I know it?

I told you I wasn't in town,
didn't I?

Throw some grub in that sack.

We got a long, hard ride
ahead of us.

What are we running from, Clay?

That's a fine question,
coming from you.

You heard old man Cartwright,
didn't you?

He's already made up his mind
I'm guilty.

But if you're not...

Well, what difference does
that make in this town?

Do you think they'd
listen to me or you?

Honey, look.

Don't you know how I've
dreamed about this?

You and me getting
a fresh start?

We can't do it here.
They won't give us a chance.

Hurry up, now.

(softly):
Pa.

(softly):
Adam.

Is Clay in there?

Yeah. His horse
is back there.

We caught the other three.
Took them back to town.

There's no doubt
about Clay's being guilty, Pa.

Oh, I guess I
knew it all along.

So does the rest
of the town now.

Does anybody know
where you were headed?

It wouldn't be very hard
to figure out, would it?

We've got to get Clay out of
there before that mob gets here.

We'll have another
lynching on our hands.

Well, Hoss and Little Joe
are around back.

We could rush him.

No, we can't.

Leta's in there with him.

Clay, I have to know the truth.

Did you rob Buford's store?

Why don't you stop
deviling me about it?

You didn't answer me!
You got to tell me the truth!

Did you rob Buford's store?

Did you steal
that pair of shoes?

Let's move in
a little closer.

(rustling outside)

There's somebody out there.

Renton!

Clay, my boys and I
are out here alone.

Now, if you come out,

I promise you we'll see
you get a fair deal!

No, Clay! No!

You think you can trust
those Cartwrights?

We've got to trust somebody,
can't you see that?

You think
they're out there alone?

Listen.

(many people
speaking indistinctly

(voices growing louder,
horses approaching)

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Listen to me.

The girl's in there with him.

We want her too,
Cartwright!

(shot firing)

We'll get out of here, honey.
Just do what I say.

Out the back way.

We'll both start shooting
at the same time.

Then what, Clay?

Leave that to me.

We're going to have
a good life together.

We're going to enjoy some of the
good things other people have.

Everything we've
always wanted.

Let's go.

Everything, Clay?

You won't have to wear
homemade dresses, either.

Not with me, you won't.

I'm going to buy you the finest
wedding dress you ever had.

You did kill Harvey Buford,
didn't you?

Come on, Leta. Let's go.

I'm not going, Clay.

What?

You couldn't turn on me, Leta.

Now, put away that gun.

Honey, what are you trying
to do?

Put that gun away, Clay.

Mr. Cartwright?

I hear you, Leta.

I want to do what is right,
Mr. Cartwright.

There'll be no deals
with that woman, Cartwright.

What do you want to do, Leta?

If I bring Clay out
without his gun,

will you promise me
that he won't be lynched?

I promise, Leta.

How do you expect to keep
that promise, Cartwright?

You'll have to shoot me in
the back to make me break it.

Ooh, that was smart
of you, Leta.

Old Man Cartwright went for it.

They wouldn't dare shoot
as long as you're with me.

Look, I'll put the
gun in my boot, huh?

We're gonna make a great
team, honey, you and me.

We're going
to have a good life together.

They're not going to be able
to stop us. None of them.

You wait and see.

As soon as I get clear
of the cabin,

I'll make a break for a horse.

Okay?

Let's go.

Leta kept her end
of the bargain.

I'll use my gun if I have to.

Look in his boot.

(moaning)

I would have got
one of those payrolls

away from you, Cartwright.

I had it all figured out.

That's what I was after.

Just one big one.

Just one big one.

Clay.

You had a chance at something
much bigger than a payroll.

(sobbing)

Tell the girl if there's
anything we can do...

Is there anything
you want to do?

I would like her
to know how sorry I am.

How very, very sorry.

Then why don't you
tell her that, Mrs. Buford?