All language subtitles for When Hope Calls s02e07 Bringing to Light.eng

(narrator): Previously
on When Hope Calls.

- How's the wound?
- Right as rain. How's Jenny?

- She seems really eager
to please.

- Enjoy it while you can.

I'm afraid it raises more
questions than it answers.

- Now is not the time
to start spending your gold.

- What gold?

- 26.
- 27!

- No, no. Stop the auction.

The Lawrence Ranch is not
for sale. This auction is over.

Will you stay on?
Same name, nothing changes.

- Except your uncle's
an actual rancher.

- Is that a yes?

- You're not named Jenny?

- My real name is Delores.

- We'll all miss you.

- I will miss you all too.

- But we can offer you

room and board in exchange
for your help here.

- Thank you...

(gentle theme music)

(gentle music)

(restaurant din)
- Nora. Morning.

- Thank you.

- Ah, breakfast's still
on me, of course.

Gotta get used to
picking up the tab.

- Yes... about that.

I have a telegram here
from the Gold Office.

- So? Am I officially
a rich man?

- I'm afraid not.

(somber music)
- What? What do you mean?

(sighs) They denied your claim.

Another prospector says
he worked the land before you.

- No, that can't be right.

- They say the claim
predates yours.

- No one else worked that land.

I gotta go to Franklin.
I gotta talk to the Gold Office.

I gotta set them straight!

- I don't think that
that's the best idea.

- This is the kind of thing
you have to do in person.

- I agree. I'll go tomorrow
as your legal representative.

- Okay. Thanks,
but I'm going with you.

- Honestly, in my experience,
I get the best results alone.

(sighs)

I will do the very best
I can for you, Sam.

Do you trust me?

- I guess... yes.

Thanks.

- Here we are.

- Sorry, Ronnie.
Think I lost my appetite.

- You're not planning on
skipping out on me, are you?

- I'll take the breakfast.
And cover it.

- Oh, very well. Enjoy.

- Thank you.

- Thank you...

- So? Headed
to Franklin tomorrow? - Uh...

Yes, I am.

- As it happens, I have to go
to Franklin this week.

Mountie business.

Might I accompany you?

- That'd be nice. If you're sure
it's convenient.

- I'm thinking there
might be rattlesnakes

between here and Franklin.

You never know.

- Better to be safe than sorry,
I suppose.

- Does 9:00 sound good?

- Sounds great.

(joyful music)

- Thank you.

(cows mooing)

- We've got a stray.

- I've got it.

Come on.

Come on. Hey?

- Ambrose.

- Hey, Ambrose!
I said I've got it.

(sighing)
Hey.

(sighs heavily)

(cows mooing)

(gentle music)

You're undermining my authority
with the ranch hands.

- That was not my intent.

- I might be a little... rusty,
but I could've gotten that cow.

I've worked this ranch before.

What?

- Worked? Really?

- I came here every summer
for years.

My uncle Ray put me to work.

- Yeah. The thing is
your uncle didn't really

put you to work. I'm sure
he was just humoring you.

- Excuse me?

- That... came out wrong.
- Well, you're right about that.

- Talking's not my strong suit.

- The Lawrence Ranch was here
before you were the foreman

and it'll be here
long after you're gone.

(somber music)
- That's very true.

- Hey Ken! Seen any more wolves
out at your place?

- Glad to say I haven't.
Why? What's going on?

- Just... down a few head.
If it's not wolves...

- Maybe something else.

Last year, we had some
cougars coming through.

(sighing): Yeah. Maybe.

- Wouldn't want to be in your
shoes when Tess comes home,

finds too many cattle missing.

(tense music)

- Ready to sign, Miss Lawrence?

It's the standard contract
the bank issues all ranchers.

Everyone needs a line of credit
this time of year.

- My St. Louis lawyer
says not to sign something

unless I've read every word.

- Wise advice. When you've
looked it over, you can sign,

and the money is yours
for a year.

(playful music)
- Page four, section 13b...

(sighing): Yes. I see the clause
about your foreman.

- It says: "if the ranch is run
without Wyatt Parker

or another bank approved foreman
you can foreclose."

- That's right.

- Is that standard as well?

- I was advised that in your...

particular situation
the bank needed this clause.

- In my particular situation?

- I admire your initiative
in taking on your uncle's ranch.

I do. But you must acknowledge

that you're not
a standard rancher.

Our other clients have been
running their ranches

for a long time.

- I'm a quick learner.

- I see that besides the ranch,

your only collateral
is a dress boutique

in St. Louis. Is that correct?
- Yes. That's my other business.

- So you're asking me to give
money to a new rancher

who is distracted
by another business,

and whose main focus
is designing dresses?

- I can do both.

- I'm afraid that we need
someone running your ranch

who knows what's what.

- I see...

- Excellent.

- I'm not comfortable
with this contract.

The way it's written,
if Wyatt Parker decides

he doesn't want to work for me
or takes off

for any reason at all,

I could lose my uncle's ranch.
I have to think about this.

- Unfortunately, we can't move
forward without that clause.

(sighing): I see.

(somber music)

(pen squeaking)

(cows mooing)

- You're not happy, boss?

(sighing): Not sure.

I need you to go up the
foothills to the south pasture

and do a rough count
of the cattle up there.

- Want me to go too, boss?

- Nope. Me and you have
fence post to tend to.

(shouting): Ten... nine...
eight... seven...

(whispering): Don't say
where I'm hiding!

(whispering): I won't.

(boy shouting): Five... four...
- Hey, Nora.

(boy): ...three... two... one!
- Sorry, I hate to interrupt.

I was hoping to have
a legal consultation.

(shouting): Ready or not!
Here I come!

- Sure. We'll pick this up
later, children!

(chuckling): Thank you.
- Of course!

- Okay, we'll play later,
Miss Nora.

But... you're it!
- Hey!

(chuckling)
Come on.

- Thank you, thank you so much.
- Of course.

(gentle music)

- Sam!

What's wrong?

(gulps)
- You're busy...

- I've always got time for you.

- My gold claim got rejected.

Someone else said
he was there first.

Nora's gonna try and sort it
out in Franklin.

- Oh, I'm sorry... but Nora
seems like a really good lawyer.

- At first I couldn't believe
I might be rich.

Now I can't
believe I might not be.

- Well, let's see
what Nora can do.

- What if it turns out
that I'm just...

Sam the handyman again?

(romantic music)
- Well, I happen to be rather

fond of Sam the handyman.

(chuckles)

(sighing, door shuts)

- You wanted to see me?

- There was a little wrinkle
in my loan application.

I found a way
we can make it work.

- Yeah?

- I had Nora draw up
a year-long employee contract

for you to sign.

Guarantees you your position
as foreman. Gives me

the insurance that you won't
leave me high and dry.

This way, I can sign

the bank loan
and we're all happy.

- Hmm. Earlier you implied
I was pretty irrelevant.

(somber music)

- I never used that word.

You're important here.

So important that I wanted
to guarantee you your job

for at least a year.

So if you could sign
at the bottom.

(sniffs)

Go ahead. Read it all
the way through.

(clearing throat)
- You know what? No need.

- Great. Then just sign here.

- Yeah, I don't think so.

- What? Why?

- Never signed anything
with your uncle.

Never had a lawyer draft up
a contract. We shook hands.

That was good enough for us.

- Wait.

If you don't sign,
then I'm not comfortable

with the loan conditions.

And without that money,
we can't keep the ranch going.

At least, think about it.

(sighs)

(joyful music)

- What's the lady's name again?

- Her name is Miss Ainsworth.

Miss Lillian asked
the Children's Bureau

to send someone to help
while she's away.

- Maybe this lady likes to bake
cookies and play catch.

- Oh, I think that's her.

- Are you Miss Ainsworth?

- Yes, I am, young man.

- I'm Nora Anderson.

I'm so sorry we weren't
there to meet you

when the stage coach arrived.

- We were an hour early,
so I understand.

- May I carry your bag for you?

- That's very kind of you.

(grunting)
Oh. Maybe I should carry it

and when I need a rest,
you can help me out.

(chuckling): That'd be good.
I'm Wally.

- Very pleased
to meet you, Wally.

- Thank you for coming.
- Oh, of course.

- Now we can go get
Miss Debbie's cherry tarts.

They're really good.

- I'm sure they are.

Nevertheless,
it's too early for sweets.

And I imagine
there are chores waiting.

- Miss Ainsworth's right.

Right this way.

(gentle music)

- Woah...

- What's going on, miss?

- Missing a few head.

Wondering if you've
had any problems?

- Got Fenton over
in the south pasture right now,

doing a head count.

We may have lost a few more
than usual.

- Wanna go check it out with me?

I'd like to get an
answer before Tess comes back

from Cape Fullerton.

Hi. You must be Hannah Lawrence.
I'm Lucy Clay.

- Nice to meet you.
Tom Clay's daughter?

- That's right.

- I remember seeing you
a few times in town

when I visited my uncle.

- Ray was a good man.
I'm very sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

Would you like to come in
for a coffee?

- I'd love to.
But I actually came over,

hoping to borrow
your foreman here.

- And why is that?

- I'm Tess Stewart's foreman
now, and We think we might

have a problem with a predator.

- Oh. I didn't know.

- Wyatt over here is probably
too modest to tell you, but...

he's the very best
tracker around.

I was hoping he could
help me out.

- Of course.

- I'd love for a rain check
on that coffee though.

- Absolutely.

- Thanks for lending me Wyatt.

- Ready?

- Let's go.

(adventurous music,
horses galloping)

- Goodbye, Charlotte.

- Bye Miss Nora.

- I'll see you tonight,
have a nice day!

(clicks tongue)

- You smell good.

- Oh, thank you!
That is my French scent.

Parfum de Jonquils.

(chuckling)

- Oh! I forgot to ask
Miss Nora to do my hair.

If you wear a French scent,
can you make a French braid?

- Oh. We do have to get going
with our day, dear.

I'll give you a nice, quick,
tidy ponytail instead. Mm-hmm?

- Oh... okay.

(joyful music)

- I don't think we've met.
I'm Miss Ainsworth.

- Hi. My name is Delores.
- You work here?

- In exchange
for room and board.

- Did you make these
lovely sandwiches?

- I did. It's laundry day
for Eleanor,

so I made lunch.
(chuckling)

- They look scrumptious.
Shall we?

- I cut off the crust
just how you like.

- Oh. Seems like a waste
of good bread to me.

- Well, it's the little things

that make this place a home.

(sneezing)
- Oh! Bless you.

- Delores makes
the best sandwiches!

(playful music)
- I'm sure she does,

but manners, please. We must
finish eating before we speak.

- I told him that before.

- After lunch, we can show you
the doll Delores made me.

- And finish our ball game.

- Well, we'll see. We must
finish our chores first.

And have some vegetables.

They will help you grow
big and strong.

(sneezing)
Oh. Another sneeze.

Doesn't sound good.

- I'm fine. I think.

Maybe it's just
the funny smell in here.

(sneezing)
- Oh. Delores?

Where is your cod liver oil?

I believe Steven here
is in need of a good dose.

(footsteps receding)

(playful music)

- So what takes you to Franklin?

- Going to give a deposition.

- On one of your former cases?

- A lawyer is trying to get
a bad guy off on a technicality.

My deposition
should put him in prison.

Does that offend you?

- Not at all. If that's where
you think he belongs.

- You're not rooting
for the accused?

- Not if they're guilty.

- Think you can help Sam?

(sighing): I'm gonna try.

(door opens)

- Oh, hello! You must be
Miss Ainsworth.

I'm nurse Maggie. Nora told
me you'd be helping out.

- Pleased to meet you.

- You feeling okay, Steven?
- I'm afraid he's not.

He has been sneezing since
I came.

Of course, I had him wash up
with a strong disinfectant.

(playful music)

- Oh. I see you did.
- She did.

- I gave him a good dose
of cod liver oil

and cooked up some nettle soup.

- I see you gave
him nettle soup.

- She did.

- But he is still sneezing,

so I thought I'd better
bring him in.

- Mm-hmm. Alright, Steven.
Let's take a seat

and we'll have a look.

Okay. Put this under your
tongue. Thank you. Mouth closed.

Let me check your pulse.

Hm?

Everything seems alright. Maybe
just take it easy for the day?

- Alright. Steven?
Let's head back.

Oh...

But perhaps he's a trifle warm?

- I don't think he has a fever.

- It may be old fashioned,
but you know, my parents

swore by leeches.

- You know what? Maybe I should
keep an eye on him

because we wouldn't want him

to infect everyone
at the orphanage.

- Oh, yes. Perhaps a good idea.
- Yeah.

- Definitely a good idea.

- Unless you're feeling better?
(fake sneezing)

- Okay. Thank you
Miss Ainsworth.

(muffled): Mm-hmm.

(knocking at the door)
- Come in.

- Sorry, ma'am.

Wondered if you... knew
where I might find Wyatt?

- He had to head out.
What can I help you with?

- Oh. Nothing, ma'am.

It's just Fenton's still up
in the foothills

and there's a lot of chores
to get through.

- Oh, I can help!
- No, ma'am!

I got chores in the corral,
in the barn.

You'd get all dirty...

- You worked
for my uncle, right?

- Sure did. Good man.

- You think Ray Lawrence would
let his niece spend summers here

without pitching in with chores?

- No. That doesn't sound like
Ray at all.

He'd expect you to do
your share.

(chuckling)
- Exactly.

I may need some reminders,
but I'm not afraid of hard work.

(sighs)

(gentle music)
Okay.

Thank you.

- We've brushed your shoes
clean, we've let the polish dry.

I will show you how to buff them
into a lovely shine.

Art, if you would be so kind
as to hold the shoe down for me.

I'll show you how to
buff them correctly.

(sighing): See how nice
that's starting to look?

Let's see you finish it up.
Wally can hold the shoe for you.

- Then maybe we can play?

- Of course! You can play
for 25 minutes after chores.

(sighing)

- Okay, I'm done. I can do
the other one now.

(chuckling): Well, let's see.

You're off to a nice start,

but I do believe you've missed
a few spots.

You want the whole shoe
to shine.

(playful music)

And when Steven feels better,

you can teach him how to polish
his shoes perfectly.

- I would, but I think maybe...
(coughing)

Maybe I'm catching
what Steve has.

- Oh, dear.
You do sound ill.

- Should I go to the infirmary?

- You know, that might be wise.
I could try the cod liver oil.

(groaning)

Or I could just take you
to the infirmary

before you infect anyone else.

- The infirmary's
probably safest.

- Mm-hmm.

(coughing)

- Oh, ma'am. I can do the rest.

- No, you're tired too.
I'll help finish this up.

- Thank you, ma'am. You're...
okay climbing up there?

- I'm fine.

- I'm not gonna lie,
I'm not fond of heights.

- I'm happy to help.

I might not be as strong as you,
but I can climb.

- Sure do appreciate that.

Would also appreciate it
if you didn't mention

any of this to the boss?

I mean... the other boss.

- Won't say a word.

So the other boss... Wyatt.
How is he to work for?

- He's one of the finest men
I know. Not saying he's easy.

Tough, but fair.
Loyal. He's the best.

- That's... that's good to know.

- Yeah, couldn't ask
for a better foreman.

I mean, he'd certainly give me
the what for if he knew

I let you do all those chores
and climb up there, but-

(screaming)

Glad to know
you're so good with heights.

(groaning)

(gentle music)

- Upon my review, I found
a claim by one Rufus Shepherd

predated your client's
application by six months.

- I'd like to review
this competing claim.

- I can't just open my books

to anyone who walks
through the door.

- I'm a lawyer.

- Then go to court.

But I'll tell you the
determinations of our office

have never been reversed.

- There's a first time
for everything.

(knocking at the door)

- Excuse me for just a moment.

(curious music,
indistinct chatter)

I'm sorry. My supervisor
is in Clearwater.

He'll be back tomorrow.

I'm sorry I couldn't
be more help.

If you'll excuse me.

- Of course. Thank you.

(children laughing,
joyful music)

- Um... hello.

- Sorry!
(chuckling): That's okay.

- Are you okay?
- I am.

But what is going on
here? Children all sick?

(grunting): Not exactly.
It's a long story.

- I'm helping
Miss Maggie organize.

- I can see that.

- Are you feeling sick, Sam?

- Not sick, but...
a little on edge.

- Why?
- I'm waiting for news

and I'm...
not too good at waiting.

(chuckling): Neither are Steve
or Art.

(chuckling)

- You know what calms me
down though?

Having something to do.
Maybe I can help out here.

- That would be great.
Yes, please.

(children laughing)

(sighs)

(gentle music)

(cows mooing)
- Woah.

- What is it?

- Could be a grizzly...

could be a big one.

- Hope not.
(sighs)

Last time I ran into a grizzly,
I was a kid on my dad's ranch.

- Heard your pa didn't take too
kindly for you working for Tess.

- I didn't get a choice really.

My brother's getting
the Clay ranch.

What about you? You know,

I've known you for a long time.

I don't think I've ever heard
you talking about your folks.

(gentle guitar strumming)

(sighs)
- Not much to tell.

- When did you see them last?

- Left when I was 17, went
to the rodeo, never looked back.

- You haven't been home
since you were 17?

- Nope.

- Guess Ray was kind of your
family for the last while.

Huh?

- Yeah...

guess he was.

- How did the deposition go?

- Good. That man's going to jail
where he belongs.

And the claim?

(sighing): Something's off.

The other miner, Rufus Shepherd?

He's got three claims
at the Gold Office right now.

Doesn't that seem suspicious?

- Might be.

How'd you find that out?

- I saw the files
on the clerk's desk,

but he wouldn't let me
take a look inside them.

I'd love to know where
Mr. Shepherd's mines are...

- Investigative work.
Right up my alley.

Sounds like we better go back
and check this out.

- But the clerk said I couldn't
take a look at the files.

- Right. But I have a plan.

- I like a man with a plan.

(joyful music,
children laughing)

- My turn!

- You've got your hands
full today.

- I do. But Sam's been
a big help.

(inhaling sharply)
I bet that hurts.

- I landed on my backside,
and the rung hit my knee.

More evidence for Wyatt that

I don't know
how to be a rancher.

- Well, it's not your fault
the ladder broke.

- I guess, it's just that
Wyatt's not...

keen on working for me
and without his commitment,

I don't know if I can
keep the ranch.

- I get why you want him to sign
a contract,

but you know, Brookfield
is more just... trust.

- I trust Wyatt.

Doesn't mean I'm ready
to risk the ranch

on whether he wants to hang
around or not.

- You know, I didn't know
your uncle very well,

but I do know that he trusted
Wyatt completely.

(somber piano music)

- It's my uncle's 68th
birthday today.

I was gonna come up here
and surprise him.

I had it all planned out.
(chuckling)

But...

- I'm so sorry, Hannah.

- I don't know what else I can
tell you, Miss Anderson.

- I need more information
about the other claimant.

It's only fair to my client.

- My dear... I simply
cannot help you.

(sighing): I understand.
- I'm glad.

- Which is why I'd like to
follow up with your supervisor.

- Oh...

I'm afraid my supervisor
will not be available

until tomorrow. I assure you,

you will get the same response
from him.

- Nonetheless...
(knocking at the door)

- Constable?

May I help you?
- Name's Fletcher. You are?

(playful music)
- Henry. Henry Smith.

- There's been an incident.
I can't tell you much.

As a fellow civil servant,
I hope you understand

the need for confidentiality.
- Of course.

(paper crinkling)
- This is a rough likeness,

obtained by a witness
at a local teahouse.

This person is dangerous and was
last seen in this vicinity.

- May I?
- Yes. Look carefully.

Have you seen this man?

- I don't think so.

- Look again. It's important.

Take your time.

(clearing throat)

- Sorry.

- You're busy Mr. Smith.
Thank you. Mountie.

Rufus Shepherd has claims
in all three areas.

And within months of each other.

How can he work in all those
places at once? Something's off.

- Did you get an address?

- It's the same post office box
for all three claims.

- That's odd.

Time to pay a visit
to this Rufus Shepherd.

(joyful music)

- Here comes Miss Ainsworth!

- Everybody on the cots!
Lollipops, please!

- Hello nurse. I thought
I'd better come and see

how the children are doing.

- Hi. I'm Sam Tremblay.
The... local handyman.

- It's a pleasure.
I'm Miss Ainsworth.

How are they?

- They're... actually they're
doing surprisingly well.

- Excellent! Perhaps well enough
to come back to the orphanage?

(coughing and sneezing)

- Maybe... not that well.
(chucking)

- May I?

- Of course.

- Hello children. How are you?

- Better.
- But still sick.

- Oh, yes. Still very sick.

- I think we should stay here.
For now.

- Mm-hmm. You all do look
a little flushed.

When she returns,
I'll let Miss Nora know

that you're on the mend.

Mm.

Nurse Maggie, Sam. You seem
to have things under control.

I will leave the children
in your capable hands.

That's... quite the sweet tooth
you have there, huh, Sam?

(door closes)

- Ta-ra.

(exhaling loudly)

- Huh. Do I even
wanna know what happened?

- Oh...

Miss Lawrence.
There was a little accident.

- Hannah? She okay?

- She was cut. More like a
scratch really!

It was her idea, boss.
She insisted on going up!

- What was she even doing here?

- Well, you were with Lucy

and Fenton's still up
on the foothills.

- So you asked Miss Lawrence
to help you do your job?

- She was set on helping.

Boss, really!
I couldn't stop her!

She helped me do
all kinds of chores.

She really is a hard worker,
that one. No quitter.

- Where is she?

- I don't know.

She went to town.

Saw her come back, but she
didn't stop at the house.

- I know where she is.

(gentle music)

- Woah...

Is this the right place?

- Yup. This is where
the postmaster told us

we can find Rufus Shepherd.

- Looks more like a hunting
cabin than the home

of a rich gold miner.

- Let's leave the wagon back
here. Something's off.

- Okay.

(knocking at the door)
- Mr. Shepherd?

(rain pattering)

- Rufus?

Rufus Shepherd?

Doesn't look like the door
has a lock.

We could just go in?

- As an officer of the law,

I need a reason to enter
someone's home.

(sighs, suspicious music)

- But I don't.

- Wait-
(horse neighing)

(whispering): Careful!

(dog barking)

- Okay, buddy!
(barking)

Okay... It's okay.
(chuckling nervously)

Oh, oh! You're a sweetheart!
(laughing)

(tense music)

- Mr. Smith.

Got a few questions.

- Oh. You...

you find that man
you were looking for?

- Sometimes you don't know
what you're looking for

till you find it.

(dramatic music)

(groaning)

(gasping): He's got a knife!

(shouting): Get her!
Go, get her!

(panting, grunting)

- Nice guard dog you got there.

- That's no guard dog.
Michael...

let me introduce you
to Mr. Rufus Shepherd.

(gentle music)

- You're kidding?
- Nope.

(laughing)

(sighs)

I'm trying uncle Ray.
I'm really trying.

(somber music)

I know you believed in me.
I just,

I... Not sure I believe in me.

Wyatt!

- Sorry to intrude.
I just uh...

wanted to check on you.
I heard about your fall.

- I'm fine.

- Ambrose really appreciated
your help.

- He sure speaks well of you.

- Guess you were thinking
about his birthday too?

- I was...

- He always liked wild flowers.

- I was thinking about bringing
peanuts and putting them out.

Then I realized the racoons
would've come and grabbed them.

(both chuckling)

- Good choice.

Don't remember Ray being too
fond of the racoons.

(chuckling): No.

(sighs)

Alright. I'll leave you.
Sorry to interrupt.

- Could drop Mr. Smith
in Franklin.

I know a few officers there.

They'll hold him once
I explain the charges.

- I'll go to the Gold Office.

They'll have to approve
Sam's claim now.

(barking)

(sighs)

What are we gonna do
about Rufus?

Now that his owner
is headed for jail?

(barks, whines)

(playful music)

- That's nice.

- You think she'll like it?

- I think she'll like it
very much.

- How are you feeling Ruby?
No coughs, no sneezes?

- I'm fine.
- Mm-hmm.

Why do you think that is?

Why didn't you want to go
to the infirmary

with the other children?

- I... I didn't want
you to feel bad.

(chuckles)

- You, my dear, are a very
sweet girl.

Oh, I appreciate
you staying with me.

You'll be relieve to know that
all the other children

are making quite
a speedy recovery.

In fact, I think they were
all enjoying lollipops.

I believe that you may be
the only child

who didn't get one of these.

- You knew?

- Mm-hmm. I figured it out.

(chuckles)

(joyful music)

- Who's a good boy?
Who's a good boy, Rufus?

- I guess I'll be dropping you
and Mr. Shepherd

at the Mountie Office?

- It's just a practical
decision, I mean,

a mountie can always use
a good dog.

Especially one who senses
right from wrong.

- Oh, yeah. I can see how that's
a purely professional decision.

Woah...

(melancholic music)

Here we are.

Thanks for your help today.

Sam will be very grateful,
I'm sure.

- My pleasure.

Thanks for the ride.

Come on, Rufus!
(barking)

- Ruby, Miss Ainsworth.

- Miss Nora, you're back!

- I saw Eleanor hanging up
the wash.

She told me the other
children are at the infirmary.

What happened?
- They're fine.

I think they were just...

What would you say Ruby?
Missing Nora, maybe?

(chuckling)
- They'll be glad you're home.

- I believe it is time for me
to go home.

- What do you mean?

- I mean...

I'm losing touch with what
children really need and...

...I don't do well with illness.
Real or imagined.

- What about the
Children's Bureau?

- I'm gonna ask them to send
a replacement if you'd like,

but I don't think you need one.

Delores and Eleanor are such
good helpers.

You have an amazing community
with nurse Maggie

and that Sam fellow.

(emotional music)
And you. Well...

The children love you.

- Miss Nora? I drew this for
you. It's our family.

- Oh... Ruby.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

(knocking at the door)

- I'm just...
trying to catch up.

- About that contract.

(gentle music)
- You signed it.

- Seems I've agreed to work
for you for one year.

- Can I ask what changed
your mind?

- I know how much you meant
to your uncle Ray.

It's what he wanted.

- You know what else
he would want?

He'd want us to just
shake on it.

- That he would.

(knocking on door)

- Hello!
- Hello!

- Miss Nora! Look what we made.

- And I helped organize.

- The children have been
very helpful.

- I see! Thank you
for taking them.

It must be difficult to have
so many sick children

to take care of. All at once.

(gentle music)

- The truth is
we weren't too sick.

I was just pretending.

- We weren't sick at all.
We're sorry.

- Okay.

Where's Charlotte and Wally?

- They got a little tired
with all the excitement.

- I see.

Well, children. Mountie Fletcher
has a surprise outside.

Thank you both for your help.

- They were a delight.
- Yeah, honestly. It was fun.

How did it...

go in Franklin?

- You, my friend,

are the official owner
of a gold mine!

(laughing and squealing)

- Thank you!
- You're welcome.

- Sam! I'm so happy for you!

Oh, thanks for today.

- It was fun. I love the kids,
you're so great with them.

You'd make such a good mother.

Not that I'm assuming you want
children with me... with anyone!

I just mean...

- I do want children. Someday.

- Come on, sleepy heads!
Time to go!

- Yup. He's my deputy.
Mr. Rufus Shepherd.

You can call him Rufus.

- Where did Annie and Steve go?

- Mountie Fletcher gave
them a penny

to buy a biscuit from Joe.
We're gonna feed it to Rufus.

(chuckling)

- Charlotte, Mountie Fletcher
has a new dog

and he's really sweet.
You wanna pet him?

- Yes, please!
(chuckles)

- There he is.

(joyful music)

- Can I have
a French braid tomorrow?

- Of course!

- Can we play hide and seek
at home?

- You sure can!

- And can Rufus Shepherd
visit us lots?

- He would like that very much.

- I'm glad you're home,
Miss Nora.

- I'm glad too, Charlotte.

I'm glad too.

(door opening)

(sighs)

- What's going on?

- Tell her what you told me.

- I counted heads up at the
foothills. We're down about 24.

Yearlings and some breeders.

- 24? What kind of animal
could do all that?

- Something more dangerous
than a cougar or a grizzly.

We're in for real trouble.

(theme song)

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