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Hey.

Might be a dead buffalo.

I don't think so, Bill.

Haven't been many buffalo around here the last couple of years.

Let's take a look.

Bill, give me some water.

Here, fella.

Oh, my back!

Here, have a little water.

Let's see.

Who did that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You say you're a schoolteacher, huh?

That's right, Major Adams.

You still haven't told us what happened to your back.

Well, one of my students was a bully.

He picked on the younger children.

A troublemaker.

I don't like corporal punishment,

but sometimes there's no other answer.

I took a willow switch to him.

But his father is a very important man,

and he didn't think I had the right to punish his son.

So he and some of his hands showed up with bullwhips.

How long ago did this happen?

Oh, a day ago or two. I don't know.

All I remember is the pain.

Oh, you poor man.

You're very kind, but I'm all right now.

Well, they sure chewed you up good.

In their own minds, they were justified.

I don't hold it against them.

They were justified, huh?

Well, mister, you got a lot more forgiveness than I would've had.

What are your plans, Gilliam?

Well, I don't know exactly.

I didn't have much time to make plans.

Oregon, maybe.

We're goin' to the coast.

Well, I'm afraid I'm a little unsound financially.

Major Adams, if Mr. Gilliam is a schoolteacher...

Well, I mean, the children have been quite a handful.

I've done the best I could,

but if we had a real schoolteacher like Mr. Gilliam...

Well, Greta!

Wait a minute, Miss Halstadt.

Your daughter's got a point there.

Maybe you could earn your passage.

We've got a bunch of real wild Indians on this outfit.

You're not just being charitable, are you, Major?

Don't you worry about charity.

It'd be worth your passage and more

just havin' somebody to keep our young Apaches out of trouble.

Well, I always insist on earning my own way wherever I go.

You'll earn your own way if you take care of these kids!

Charlie's right about that, Mr. Gilliam.

The job's yours if you want it.

Thank you, and I accept.

Good.

Thank you, Miss Halstadt.

It is "Miss," isn't it?

Yes, Mr. Gilliam.

If you ask me, kids ain't the only thing he knows how to take care of.

Yeah, come on.

Never had much schoolin' myself.

Never needed much.

Some men have certain native ability, Mr. Wooster,

and I'm sure you're one of them.

You're very fortunate.

Oh, I reckon so. I've always gotten along.

Still, education is valuable, no matter what your field.

I find it keeps one conscious of the entire forward movement of the race.

Race? I'd never have taken you for a sporting man.

I refer to the human race, Mr. Wooster.

Oh. Oh, yes, I guess it does.

You know, you're gonna have trouble with them kids we got along.

Don't you like children?

Oh, I like children all right, but they're kinda runnin' wild this trip.

Now, you take Greta Halstadt...

She's possibly doin' the best she can, but if you ask me,

it takes a man's firm hand to handle them youngins.

She seems like a nice young lady.

Nice? She's more than that. She's rich.

Well, maybe not right now, but when she gets to California,

she's gonna have 5,000 acres at Sacramento Valley.

Her grandpappy gave it to her.

She's very lucky.

If I wasn't busy right here, I'd be back there courtin' her.

Oh, of course her ma don't help out none.

I'm sure Mrs. Halstadt is a charming woman, once you get to know her.

I don't intend to know her. I got troubles enough.

Come on there!

They slow down every time I start talkin'.

Good evening, ladies.

Mr. Gilliam. Are you feeling better?

Much better, thank you.

Mrs. Halstadt.

Would you join us for supper?

Thank you, but I believe Mr. Wooster's preparing something.

Oh. We'd be delighted to have you.

Wouldn't we, Mother?

Uh, of course.

We have beaten biscuits and blueberry preserves from back home.

Blueberry preserves...

Do you know, I haven't eaten blueberry preserves since my college days.

Well, then you'll eat some tonight.

Please sit down.

If you're sure it'll be no imposition.

No imposition.

You're a college graduate, Mr. Gilliam?

Princeton, madam.

Isn't this a rather strange place to find a Princeton man?

Well, I understand you can find Princeton men most anywhere.

I really came here to ask about your classes, Miss Halstadt.

Do you plan to teach tonight?

I was hoping to.

Oh, splendid!

Then I can begin paying my way.

A man must stand on his own two feet.

It's the only road to self-respect.

An admirable sentiment, Mr. Gilliam.

More than sentiment, madam. It's the guiding rule of my life.

Remember now,

arithmetic can be fun, like a puzzle.

I know all of you like puzzles, right?

Now then, you all know what you get

when you add five apples and five apples, don't you?

Sharon?

Ten apples?

Correct.

But what do you get when you add five apples,

five oranges, a peach, a pear, and a banana?

Who knows?

Fruit salad, of course.

He sure knows how to handle kids, doesn't he?

So it seems.

Mighty lucky to have him.

We know so little about him.

Well, Miss Halstadt, out in this part of the country,

it's what a man does that counts, not what he has done.

It doesn't take any great guess work

to see that he's a real teacher.

Well, I'm sure he's a teacher, but what else is he?

Well, he's a man.

In my book, that's good enough for me.

Evening, Miss Halstadt.

Good night, children, good night.

Good night, Mr. Gilliam.

Good night.

That's a fine group of children.

You love them, don't you?

Children? Of course.

Sometimes I look into their faces

and try to see the faces of the men and women they will become.

Can you see them?

Sometimes I see great leaders among them...

Statesmen, builders, dreamers of great dreams.

Then I try to work a little harder.

My vanity, I suppose,

but I like to feel that, by molding young minds,

I help to mold the future.

In a small way, of course.

I've felt that way sometimes.

Sometimes they're like flowers opening up in front of you.

Of course, I'm not a real teacher like you. I've never been trained.

But you have the desire to help others.

I knew that the first moment I saw you...

The way you worked to help me.

You had such a tender touch.

Mr. Gilliam, I...

Oh, I'm sorry. I've embarrassed you.

But true tenderness and sympathy

are rare flowers to find in the wilderness.

"For I was hungered, and ye gave me meat.

"I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink.

I was a stranger, and ye took me in."

Greta, it's getting late.

Of course, Mother.

Good night, Mr. Gilliam.

Good night, Miss Halstadt. Until tomorrow?

I don't like him.

Who, Mother?

Mr. Gilliam.

He's a wonderful man.

There's something wrong about him.

I don't know what, but I can feel it.

I know what it is. You don't like him because he likes me.

Don't be silly.

I'm not being silly. Mother, we better discuss this.

I don't see what there is to discuss.

You think he's a fortune hunter,

just as you've thought about every man who's ever been attracted to me.

Well, Mother, it so happens that Mr. Gilliam

doesn't know anything about my inheritance.

He knows.

That kind always manages to find out.

Just exactly what do you mean, that kind?

All men are that kind to you.

Mother, I'm a grownup woman now.

Don't you think I have a mind of my own?

Darling, you don't know anything about men.

Then it's about time I found out, isn't it?

Well, if it was some nice, young man, some decent, young man.

Young men want young women.

Mother, I'm an old maid.

Oh, nonsense! You're an attractive, healthy, young woman.

I should have married ten years ago!

I want to get married! I want to have children!

I want my own children, not somebody else's!

Darling, you shall have them when the right man comes along.

How often has the right man already come along,

only to have you chase him away!

Oh, don't say that. I want you to be happy.

Then let me be happy!

Let me fall in love, Mother.

Let somebody fall in love with me.

Please, Mother.

Of course, darling.

But not this man.

We know so little about him.

I know quite enough about him.

He's kind. He's gentle.

He likes me, and I like him.

So you leave us alone, Mother. I demand it.

Well, we'll talk about it tomorrow. You're too upset to talk now.

I won't feel any differently about it tomorrow!

Mr. Gilliam is interested in me,

and I'm going to do everything I can to encourage him,

and you are not to interfere, Mother. I won't stand for it!

That's all for tonight, children.

Are you really a magician, Mr. Gilliam?

Why, of course, Sharon.

Who else can take a penny out of your ear?

But you remember what I told you about thrift.

Now you keep that until we get to California,

and I wouldn't be surprised

if I find another in your other ear.

Now run along.

I really think you are a magician.

Anybody who could civilize our children the way you have...

Say that again.

Say what?

Our children.

I better go back to the wagon.

Don't go. Please.

Sit down.

Oh, all right, just for a moment.

I've wanted to talk to you,

but there's always somebody around.

I know.

And there's so few people I can really talk to,

someone who will understand.

Life can be lonely.

Yes, very.

Of course, you have your mother.

I can't talk to her the way I can to you.

Don't you have someone, Joshua? Some family someplace?

Not anymore.

I was married once.

Oh, I didn't know.

She died of the cholera.

She was very much like you...

Sweet, quiet, charming.

Please, Joshua...

"It is not meant that man should live alone."

The Book says that.

The fountain of all wisdom.

A man or a woman can be lonely in the middle of a crowd.

And when one is so tired of searching...

and so tired of being alone...

and so hungry in the heart for someone to love...

you hear the soft sound of a voice...

which seems to put your troubles to sleep...

which seems to bring a strange rest, a quietness.

For that's what we all need more than anything else...

Rest and peace of mind,

the deep sleep which soothes us,

which pacifies the troubled seas of our minds,

the deep, restful sleep which brings peace.

Do you feel that need, Greta?

Yes, Joshua.

Even until your eyelids begin to get heavy,

and your eyes are so tired and hot and burning

that only the coolness of sleep can soothe them,

soothe them into deep slumber.

JOSHUA: And then you can hear that voice,

the dear, soft voice you love,

which means so much to you,

and you will listen and remember in the soothing slumber of...

Greta!

What are you doing?

I don't understand, Mrs. Halstadt.

I must have dozed off.

Oh, I am sorry, Joshua. That was terribly rude of me.

Are you all right?

Well, of course I am, Mother. Is anything wrong?

Well, I don't know.

You remember what I told you.

Joshua, I seem to be terribly sleepy.

If you'll excuse me...

Of course, my dear. It's been a long day.

Mother?

I'll be right there, dear.

You're a lucky woman, Mrs. Halstadt.

I want to talk to you, Mr. Gilliam.

Of course.

There's some things you might as well know

about my daughter's inheritance.

Inheritance?

I'm not a foolish, inexperienced girl like my daughter, sir.

Her grandfather specifically stated in his will

that Greta will lose her bequest

if she marries without my approval.

Do you understand that, sir?

Not entirely, madam.

Then I will make it quite clear.

Leave my daughter alone.

I prefer to hear those words from Greta's lips.

You hear them from mine.

You're a fortune hunter.

You've turned her head with your good manners and soft ways,

but if Greta marries without my approval, she gets no inheritance,

and I will never approve of her marrying you.

Now, this used to be pretty good country till Goldridge died out.

Charlie, you'd be happy with Death Valley

if they had a saloon in the middle of it.

Goldridge was quite a town, all right.

Well, we're not gonna get anywhere moonin' about ghost towns.

We better go south, I guess.

Major Adams.

Oh, good evening, Miss Hasltadt.

I'd like to talk with you, Major. Surely.

I want you to keep that man away from my daughter, Major Adams.

What man is that?

Joshua Gilliam.

He's an evil man.

Well, I wouldn't know about that, Mrs. Halstadt,

but it seems to me that any man

that's as good with children as he is can't be too bad.

That's what I was saying. He has a charm. It's like the evil eye.

Oh, really?

He's using her. He's turning her head.

It's almost as if she doesn't have a mind of her own anymore,

and you've got to order him to stay away from her.

Send him away from the train.

Now you know I'm not gonna do that.

After all, he's paid his way just like everybody else.

Mrs. Halstadt, I'm not gonna tell him to stay away from your daughter.

She's a full-grown woman.

Don't you think it might be a good idea

for her to make her own decision for once?

But you don't understand.

She can't cope with a man like that.

If Mr. Gilliam does anything wrong,

he'll answer to me, I guarantee you,

but paying court to a lonely young woman is not wrong,

not in my book.

Is there anything else, Mrs. Halstadt?

I knew there was something missing the moment she walked up.

Like what?

She didn't have no broom.

That's not so darn funny, Charlie.

A suspicious old gal like that can cause trouble on any train.

I never did like sharp-faced women.

Well, let's forget about her.

I wish I could be sure of this Fremont Trail.

You don't suppose, just for once,

McCullough could get back here when we need him, do you?

By golly, I never saw a man so anxious to get to work as you.

Well, time is fleeting, Mr. Wooster.

A day lost is lost forever.

But perhaps my enthusiasm for my favorite subject

does get the better of me at times.

Like what?

History, sir...

The ennobling life story of our republic.

Is that good?

It's inspiring...

The virtues, yes, and the faults

of noble men striving to do better.

Why don't you join us, Mr. Wooster?

Oh, I've got enough trouble with my own history

without worrying about anybody else's.

Thanks anyway, though.

You won't listen to me?

No, Mother, I won't.

Well, he won't marry you.

Well, he hasn't asked me.

He won't.

I saw to that.

Just how can you stop him if he wants to?

He won't want to.

I told him you'd lose your inheritance

if you married against my wishes.

Oh, Mother, do you really think that would make any difference to Joshua?

Darling, you're going to be hurt.

Can't you see I'm trying to spare you that?

No, Mother, I can't see it!

All I can see is my own mother trying to keep me

from finding happiness for the first time in my life!

Mother, are you afraid you're gonna lose the money?

You can have it all. I don't want it.

I want Joshua. That's all I want.

But just as things were going smoothly,

something terrible happened to the young nation.

In 1691, back in Salem, Massachusetts,

there was a witch scare.

Our forefathers suddenly thought

that there were witches among them, everywhere.

Sharon, do you know what a witch is?

Of course, there really aren't any such things as witches,

or at least so I've been told,

but the people of Massachusetts thought differently.

According to them, witches are unpleasant old women

who can fly around on their brooms,

and down through the ages, the legend is that the witches

have exchanged their immortal souls for magical powers.

They can change themselves into animals,

and one of the leading citizens of Salem

once warned from the pulpit that anyone can be a witch...

The person next to you,

your neighbor,

the old woman who lives down the street.

In fact, if that man were here now,

he'd warn that there might even be a witch

right here on this train.

They used to say that witches like children.

They find them delicious.

They gather firewood for their ovens

and pop children inside,

and then they have chocolate fudge children...

much more tender than chocolate fudge men.

Now, if I were one of those men from Salem,

I'd speak these words to you.

Innocent children, beware of the witch.

Unless you wanna be popped into an oven,

never let a witch catch you alone.

Of course, we all know that there are no such things as witches, don't we?

But our grandfathers and great-grandfathers thought there were,

and they were very wise men.

So beware.

Beware.

Watch out for the witch, whoever she is.

Well, I guess that's enough history for tonight.

You can run along now.

Good night, children.

Good night, Mr. Gilliam.

Good night, Sharon.

Why don't you open your eyes?

Can't you see what he's doing?

Mother, you're imagining things.

You're trying to make a bogey-man

out of one of the sweetest people I've ever met.

I tell you, he's no good! I can feel it!

He's not interested in you!

Mother, he'd never have known about the money

if you hadn't brought it up,

and he was interested in me then.

You're bewitched! You're under a spell!

She's a witch!

She's a nice old lady. She baked me some candy.

In her own oven?

Was it chocolate fudge?

Yeah, I guess so.

I wonder who it was.

What are you staring at?

Scat!

Where are you going?

For a little walk.

With him?

That's my affair, Mother.

Of course.

Child, child, why can't you see?

Greta, baby.

Shh.

Shh.

Children, what's the matter with you?

I'm not going to eat you!

I'm gonna have to have me a talk with those kids' folks.

I'm sure they're just playing games, Major.

Well, I don't want them to get back like they were.

What's wrong, Mother?

Am I so awful, so terrible?

Well, of course you're not.

What have I done to the children?

They're afraid of me.

They run and scream whenever they see me.

Oh, Mother, they're just playing games. Joshua says...

No, it's no game. It's no game.

Whenever they think I'm not looking, they watch me.

There's always someone watching me.

Mother, you're just imagining things.

No, I'm not. I've seen them.

Oh, I wish we hadn't come!

Why didn't we stay home?

Now, Mother, we both agreed this was the only thing to do.

I know, but something has gone wrong, something terrible!

Oh, I don't know.

You'll feel better in the morning.

Oh, I wish there was a doctor along.

I wanna talk to a doctor.

All right, Mother, the next town we come to.

Am I such a bad mother? I love children.

I love you. You're just a child.

Oh, you're a wonderful mother.

Go on, now go to sleep.

But why are they afraid of me? Why are they watching me?

Oh, darling, I'm afraid.

Something terrible is happening!

Mother...

It's all right, Mother. It's all right.

It's all right.

Harvey! Harvey!

Oh, Sharon, go on out and bring in a little more wood.

I don't wanna go out there.

Why not?

I'm afraid.

Oh, now I want you to get this witch business out of your head.

It's broad daylight, and nobody's gonna hurt you.

But I don't wanna go out there.

Now you go on before I tan your hide.

Child!

What in blazes is that?

She's a witch! She tried to eat me!

What's goin' on here?

- Oh, child! - Child!

I've had enough, Major. That woman's gotta get off the train.

What's the matter with you, Miller?

That woman's been scarin' my kids!

Not only mine, every kid on the train!

No, no, it's not true!

Mr. Miller, you are talking absolute nonsense!

Nonsense? My two are afraid to leave the wagon alone,

even my boy Harvey, and he's night a young man!

Now I'm telling you...

You're telling me nothing!

You're acting like a child yourself.

Come on, honey. Tell Major Adams what's the matter.

What scared you so much? Come on, tell me.

She's a witch! She tried to put me in her oven!

Oh, she didn't try to do that.

She did! She was ridin' her broom!

She tried to grab me!

She did, Daddy, she did!

Will somebody please tell me what started all this?

I'm afraid this is all my fault, Major, and no one else's.

How's that, Mr. Gilliam?

I've been teaching them history,

and I mentioned the Salem witch trials.

I'm afraid I made the lesson a bit too graphic.

Children have such vivid imaginations.

Child, I wouldn't hurt you.

You stay away from my kids, you hear?

Spooky old witch goes around scarin' kids!

You put her off the train, Major!

I'll put nobody off this train unless it's you.

You wanna move your wagon back to the tail-end of the line,

that's all right with me,

but don't try to tell me how to run this outfit.

All right, but they can get themselves another driver.

My boy Harvey isn't gonna do it no more!

That's your business.

Why don't you take your little girl away from here till she calms down.

Mr. Gilliam, I'm surprised at you.

Surely you've had enough experience teaching children to avoid a thing

like this.

You're quite right, Major, and I'm terribly sorry.

If there's anything...

Maybe you just better stick to teachin' readin', writin', and arithmetic.

I'm sorry this happened, Mrs. Halstadt.

Maybe you better take her to your wagon so she can lie down.

There is one thing I can do, Major.

If the Miller boy won't be around to drive Greta's wagon, I'd be happy to.

I handle a team very well.

Oh, thank you, Joshua. That would be very kind.

Please, no, please! That's a good idea.

These two ladies can use a man on their wagon. Thanks.

That's the least I can do.

All right, folks, it's all over now.

Go on back to your wagons. We pull out in half an hour.

How is she, Greta?

Poor Mama. She loves children so.

Well, we'll be coming to Goldridge soon.

I understand there's an excellent doctor in residence there.

Yes, a doctor, please.

Hey, hey, let me give you a hand with that thing.

That's heavy.

You're pretty strong for a schoolteacher.

Well, I believe in keeping the body as well as the mind in shape, Major.

Say, tell me, how's Mrs. Halstadt?

Well, to be honest, I'm greatly worried about her.

Oh?

She's, uh, well, she's beginning to imagine things.

What kind of things?

She seems to think that people are spying on her.

She thinks that there are things in her wagon...

Snakes and bugs.

Well, I don't think she's a drinking woman.

No, no, it's nothing like that, but she is getting old,

and there's the strain of travel,

and then the unfortunate incident with the children.

Frankly, I think she needs a doctor.

Well, I don't know where we're gonna get one.

Used to be a doctor in Goldridge,

but since that mine gave out, the town's all dried up.

There's nobody there.

There might be one in Fremont, but that's a long ways.

It's a pity.

She's really a very nice person,

but the mind is a strange thing, Major.

Very strange.

For your mother?

Yes, it's chicken broth Mrs. Johnson made.

I wouldn't disturb her. She's still sleeping.

Mother! Mother, what is it?!

Oh, in there! It's horrible!

It's all right.

What's the matter?

There's something in the wagon.

Did you find anything?

No, Major,

there's nothing in the wagon that doesn't belong here.

I wonder what scared her.

I don't know, but you remember what we were talking about earlier?

About the mind?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, but I did see it!

It was a horrible, hairy thing crawling up my blanket!

All right, Mother, all right. Now it's all right now, Mother.

Here, Mrs. Halstadt, this will help you.

No, I don't want anything!

But you must. It will make you sleep.

Oh, please, Mother. No, no!

Oh, come, Mrs. Halstadt.

Oh, Greta, send him away!

Mother, Joshua's only trying to help you. Mother, now drink this.

Drink it, Mrs. Halstadt. It won't hurt you. See?

Mm. I grant you it doesn't taste very good,

but it's an excellent sedative.

No, I don't want anything from you!

Perhaps Major Adams has some laudanum.

I'd go get it, but I think your mother

would feel better about it if you brought it.

Oh, yes, of course, Joshua.

No, Greta, please don't leave me.

Mother, I'll be right back. Mother, stay quiet.

Joshua won't leave you, Mother. Mother, I'll be right back.

Mother, right back.

Don't leave me.

You're very ill, Mrs. Halstadt.

Very ill.

You must rest. You must try to relax.

You have nothing to fear from me.

Just lie back on your pillow, and you'll feel so much better.

You need a doctor...

someone who can talk with you...

calm your mind and your fears...

and heal you...

someone peaceful and quiet who understands you.

There's a doctor in Goldridge, a wonderful doctor,

and Goldridge is filled with wonderful, friendly people who will take care of you,

and no one will be afraid of you,

and the little children will come to you and smile.

You must go to Goldridge, Mrs. Halstadt.

You must go to Goldridge tonight.

You just need a doctor...

a doctor in Goldridge.

Take a gentle horse tonight and slip away.

You'll find a road just north of here.

You understand?

Yes.

Goldridge tonight.

Now sleep, Mrs. Halstadt.

Sleep.

Major Adams had some.

Well, we won't need it now, my dear. She's sleeping.

Poor Mother.

I've been unkind.

No, not at all.

Parents and children must learn

that they grow away from each other.

Perhaps her experiences recently have taught her that.

I hope so.

Come, come.

Let her sleep.

Joshua!

Joshua!

What is it?

Mother's gone!

Are you sure?

Yes! She's even taken some of her clothes!

You've gotta help me find her!

Maybe she just couldn't sleep.

No, she wanted a doctor!

Joshua, didn't you tell her that there was a doctor in some town nearby?

Yes, Goldridge, but...

Then that's where she must've gone!

All right, I'll go after her,

but don't tell anyone.

Why not?

My dear, if your mother causes any more trouble...

well, already people are beginning to talk.

If she delays the train, there might be serious trouble.

I'll find her and bring her back.

Oh, but hurry, she's out there all alone!

Now you go back to your wagon. I'll take care of your mother.

Hello?

Hello?!

Is somebody here?!

No!

Hello?!

Somebody must be here!

Come on, Charlie, get packed up. WE can't wait all day.

Yes, sir.

Any sign of McCullough, Bill?

No, not a sign of him.

Major Adams... Oh, good morning, Miss Halstadt.

How's your mother this morning?

Well, that's what I came to talk to you about. I'm afraid to wait any longer.

Wait? What for?

Well, Joshua went to find her, but they haven't come back yet.

Not back? From where?

I don't know. Goldridge, I suppose.

Goldridge?

Why would anybody wanna go there?

Oh, the doctor.

There's no doctor in Goldridge, nor anything else.

There's nobody there.

But Joshua said...

Well, just what did Joshua say?

He said there was a doctor there.

He said...

What did you mean just now, "nor anything else"?

Goldridge is a ghost town.

It's been blown away for five years. Everybody knows that.

Yeah, everybody including Gilliam.

Major Adams, what are you talking about?

Now don't you worry, Greta. We'll go bring them back.

Yes, but if something's happened to Mother...

Nothing has happened to your mother. You go on back to your wagon.

Leave it up to us. Come on, honey. It's all right.

Charlie, get our horses. What's the matter?

I'm not sure, but I think I've been pretty gall-darned stupid.

Gilliam knew that Goldridge was a ghost town.

I told him so myself last night,

and there's a few other little things that don't quite add up.

Go on, get them horses. Yep!

Major, why would he wanna get rid of her?

I'm not sure, Bill.

Maybe 5,000 acres of Sacramento Valley land...

and nobody standin' in the way except a sharp-eyed old lady.

Come on.

Hello?!

Oh! Oh!

Help me.

Help me. Help me.

Somebody help me!

JOSHUA: Freda!

Freda?

I've come to get you.

You suffered enough.

Come here.

No.

Help.

Somebody.

There's no one else here, Freda.

Just you and me.

You're a very sick woman.

I can heal you.

No. No! No!

This'll only take a moment, Freda.

Then nothing will torment you any more...

nothing any more.

I will bring you peace.

Take your hands away, Freda.

Take them down.

It'll make it easier.

Help! Freda! Freda!

Get a rope!

I can't reach bottom!

Freda! Freda!

I can't swim!

Freda!

Major...

Come on now, Miss Halstadt.

Come on, let's get up.

Here. Hey, hey, come on.

Listen, now you're gonna be all right, you hear me?

It'll be all right.

Come on, we'll go back to the train.

Bill.