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You know, Pa, it ain't,
ah, too late yet.

I could still go over
and get him a hotel room.

We've already discussed that.
We're taking him home.

You got any idea
what kind of man he's gonna be, Pa?

Hmm, twenty years is a long time.

Man changes.

Howdy, Ben, Hoss.

Morning, Roy.

You meeting the Carson stage?

Yup.
Sam Logan's gonna be on it.

Yeah, I know.

I thought you did. I had a telegram
from the warden over at Carson

saying that he was not only heading
this way but he'd be staying with you.

That's right.
He wrote me, asking me if he could.

But why you, Ben?

I've kept in touch with him
over the years.

But you shouldn't--
Now, look.

After 20 years, Logan is gonna have
a whole new life to get used to.

I may be able to help him.
He's gonna need some help.

Roy, he's all paid up. All paid up.

I know that, Ben, and I'm not planning
on bothering him any.

Well, then what's your concern?

You know why I'm concerned.

Hundred thousand dollars
in gold dust, eh?

No, the fact that the hundred thousand
dollars in gold dust is still missing.

Well, Logan says that he does--
I don't care what Logan says!

I don't care what Logan says.

You don't believe him?

Well, let's just say
that after all these years

I never have really decided
one way or another.

But I know this for sure.

There's lots of people
that don't believe Logan

and some of them are coming by
and asking him

where that gold dust is at.

And that's the load of trouble
you're taking home with you.

And I mean a load of big trouble.

Martha, have a nice trip?
Fine, Mr. Cartwright

Hello, Sam.

Hello, Ben.

I guess we get old, huh?

Well, older anyway, heh.

Uh, ahem.

Sam, this is my son, Hoss.
Howdy.

Glad to know you.

Other two boys, Adam and Little Joe,
they're in San Francisco.

They'll be back next weekend.

I'll put your bag over in the wagon.

Well, shall we go?

I'll wait around here for the mail
and move on later, Pa.

Very good, Hoss.

All right?
Yeah.

Hyah.

You know what's mighty hard
to believe?

What's that, Roy?
That that old man was Sam Logan.

Uh, you, uh...
You still think he means trouble?

Hoss, so as long as there's folks
that believe

that Logan's got that Wells Fargo
gold buried somewhere

and that he's gonna dig it up
now that he's out of prison,

there's gonna be trouble for sure.

Well, uh, I reckon if it comes up,
we can handle it, Roy.

If it comes up?
Hoss, it's already here.

Look yonder.

I guess I still ain't used
to how big the world really is.

Don't let it scare you.

It don't.

Never did.

Was that the place?

Whoa.

Yep, that was the place.

Seems different somehow.

Maybe that's because
the tree is gone.

The tree where they hanged
Crawford?

What happened?

I cut it down.

You still blame yourself
for what happened, don't you?

I was the one leading
the posse that night.

Wasn't your fault
it turned into a hanging bee.

If it hadn't been for you,

I'd have been swinging
right up there with Crawford.

I guess you were the only one
who believed me

when I swore I didn't know
where Crawford buried that dust.

Do you still believe me?

If I didn't,
you wouldn't be here right now.

Ben.
Yup?

Anybody named, uh, Frank Reed
been around?

Frank Reed?

No.

He will be.

Yeah!

Anything from Adam or Little Joe?
Not a thing, Pa.

Where's Logan?
He's upstairs, getting settled.

Tsk, Pa,

you know what, you left town
as we were talking to Roy Coffee.

Seems a fellow rode into town.
He knows Logan is out of prison.

He knows he's staying here with us.
He's looking for him.

His name is--
Frank Reed.

How did you know that?

Sam told me about him
on the way up.

I'm going into town
to see him right now.

Who is he, Pa?

He's a bounty hunter.

Mr. Frank Reed, bounty hunter.

He used to work
for the Fargo company.

He was in charge of trying
to find that gold

after Sam and Jack Crawford
stole it.

He couldn't find it. And when he
couldn't find it, the company fired him.

And ever since then
he's been hounding Sam for 20 years.

Hounding him right in prison.

How could he do that?

He got the guards to work on Sam.

Yeah. Tried to get the guards to force
Sam to tell them where the gold was.

There's a $10,000 reward out
for the recovery of the gold.

And he promised to split
that reward money with the guards.

So you can bet the guards
worked on him.

We got here Sam covered.

Sometimes Sam would have to go
for days without food,

without water, without sleep.

Well...

Wait a minute, Pa.

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to tell Mr. Frank Reed

that he's through
hounding Sam Logan.

Mr. Logan has paid his debt
to society.

Wait a minute, Pa.

You sure
you're helping the right man?

What?

I mean, it was Jack Crawford
that got lynched, Pa.

You sure you're not going
way out of your way

to help Logan
just to make up for that?

You're Frank Reed.

And you're Ben Cartwright.

I've been looking for you.

I thought you would be.

Maybe not quite so soon,

but I figured Sam would send you
to see me sooner or later.

No, Sam didn't send me.
He sent you.

He told you about me
and here you are.

Just like he knew you would be.

Logan doesn't have that gold, Reed.

How does the story go?

"Me and Crawford got separated
for a while the night we was caught.

Crawford was carrying the gold.
He buried it somewhere.

I don't know where.

The posse strung him up
before he had a chance to tell me."

And what's wrong with that story?

One thing. It's a lie.

How can you be that sure?

I've staked 20 years of my life on it,
Cartwright.

Why?

Why?

Why 20 years?

Driving yourself?

Tormenting Sam?

Never letting up?

Couldn't be just for the reward.

Not even for all that gold.

Something personal
between you and Sam?

When I get that dust,

Sam will be just another old man
to me.

Then why?

There's a fat, pig-eyed little man
in San Francisco.

He's the manager of Wells Fargo.

He took my scalp when Logan
and Crawford got away with that gold.

And someday, Cartwright,

someday, I'm gonna walk
into that little man's office

with those bags of dust

and I'm gonna drop them on his desk
and I'm gonna get that reward.

And then...

Then I'm going to spit in his face.

That's why, Cartwright.

It'll never happen.

It'll happen.

No, it won't.

Now, you get this through your head.

There's no gold.

It's vanished.

It's lost. It'll never be found again.

And get this through your head.

Sam Logan is not an old man
alone in a cage anymore.

And if you cause him any trouble,

I'll be back.

Stay away from Sam Logan.
Now it's my turn, Cartwright.

Why?

You got no stake in this.

Or maybe you have.

I've been thinking
it was Logan using you.

It just occurred to me

it could be the other way around.

Now, what is that supposed
to mean?

Why should you play
Good Samaritan

unless you want something
from Logan?

Like that gold?

Richer men than you
have been tempted by a lot less.

I'll tell you what I want.

Peace for Sam Logan.

He's paid his debt in full.

Leave him alone.

Like you left Crawford
swinging from a tree?

Don't do it, mister.

It was a mistake.

Stay away from Sam Logan.

He's got something I want.

Someday, somewhere,
I'm gonna get it.

And when that time comes,

and you get in my way, I'll kill you.

A boy is bringing my bag over
from the stage depot.

Oh, fine.
Here's your key, Mrs. Malone.

Miss Malone.

Please send my bag up
when it arrives.

All right, miss.

Do you know a ranch around here
called the Ponderosa?

Oh, sure thing. Cartwright place.

Everybody knows it.
Good.

Then the, uh, livery stable should be
able to tell me how to get there.

Oh, it sure can. See you, miss.

You wanna ride up there?

Yeah.

Do you know if your pa ever got
in touch with Crawford's wife?

I think Pa wrote her.

I don't think she ever wrote back.

I wonder what ever happened to her?

She had a baby
just a few months before...

She hated me.

Kept telling Jack how I'd get him
into bad trouble someday.

And that night,

I remember looking up at him
and thinking

how she was right.

How Jack should've listened to her.

Well,

we better get going, boy.

Tsk, tsk.

Oh. Ma'am.

Are you Ben Cartwright?

Yes, ma'am.

Something I can do for you?

I want to talk to Sam Logan.

Well, Mr. Logan isn't in right now.

I can wait.

Oh, you must do all right.

Places like this don't grow on trees.

Like Sam always used to say,

the next best thing to having money
was to have friends who have money.

You must be Miss Malone.

How did you know? Oh. Tsk.

Sam must have talked about me,
huh?

Oh, yes, he, uh, mentioned you.

Yeah, well, then you know
that Sam and me was friends.

Very best friends.

No, I don't know.

As a matter of fact,
he put it rather differently.

Oh, he did, did he?

I don't quite recall the exact words
but I think he said something like:

"With Frank Reed in town,
Angie Malone can't be far behind."

I think his exact words were:

"One vulture
always attracts another."

You're lying.

Sam wouldn't say a thing like that
about me.

Really?

Why don't you...?

Why don't you ask him?

Sam!

Sam, heh.

Oh, Sam, heh.

Excuse me.

The first thing I thought when I--
I know what you thought, Angie.

I always knew what you thought.

Because the only thing
you ever thought about was money.

No.

Oh, no, Sam, you're wrong.
I know you don't have the gold.

How do you know?

Well, I don't. Not really, I mean.
But if you say you don't...

That's what I say, Angie.
I believe you, Sam.

Didn't I always believe you?
I don't remember.

Sam, it's the gospel.
Now, you ask Frank Reed.

What about Frank Reed?

He says he's back in town.

What have you got to do with him?

Oh, you didn't think he was gonna
leave me alone, did you?

He's been coming around for years.

Questioning me and watching me,
thinking maybe I knew something.

But I told him
if you said you didn't know

where that gold was,
then that was that.

You didn't know.
You can ask him if I didn't say that.

The last time he came around,
I wouldn't even talk to him.

That's because
you had nothing to talk about.

Don't you walk away from me.

I came here to talk to you
and I'm going to talk to you.

All right, Angie.

What's on your mind?

I've got something, Sam.
I've got a letter.

A letter?
A letter.

It could send you back to prison.

Or maybe even get you hung.

I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking that I'm bluffing.

Would you like for me
to go back to town

and get that letter
and show it to you?

No! Sam! Unh.
I'll tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna go back
and get on that stage

and go back to wherever you
came from.

No, let me go.
From whatever slimy, smelly hole

you crawled out of this time,
because I got nothing for you.

You hear?
Aah.

Nothing!

Come in.

I got your message.

Close the door.

Once you told me
that I could have all the reward money

if I could get Sam to tell me
where he buried the gold.

Well?

Well, I've got something here
that'll make him talk.

He says it won't, but it will.

I know it will.
What do you got?

May you remember
a long time ago, about 22 years,

a federal marshal
was bushwhacked in Prescott.

A man named Ferguson.
He was looking for Sam.

Everybody was sure Sam killed him.

Well, the trouble was
that nobody could prove

that he was anywhere near Prescott
at the time.

So?

I've got a letter.

A letter that Sam wrote to me
from Prescott

the night before Ferguson was killed.

Has the letter got a date on it?
Yes.

Did Sam kill Ferguson?

Now, what difference does it make?

I just wondered.

You know, when the chips are down,

when it's either tell where the gold is

or risk going to the gallows,
he'll talk.

I wonder.
He'll talk.

Well, suppose I ride out

to the Cartwright place
in the morning and put it to him?

Well, suppose I ride outwith you

just to make sure you remember
who gets the reward money?

Hey, there!

Hey!

What do you want, buddy?

What's going on, Hess?

Found this kid here
snooping around.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

What do you think he wants?

Who are you, boy?
What's your name?

My name's Crawford.

Crawford?
Mike Crawford.

Are you telling us that you're--?
Jack Crawford's son.

That's what I'm telling you.

You following me?

Sure, I'm following you.

Sure, I'm waiting for you
to go after that gold

because half of that
was supposed to be my pa's.

And now that half is mine.

What if there ain't any half, boy,
for you or for me?

You think I believe that?
Well, I hope you do, boy.

For your own sake, I hope you do.
Let's get in the house.

You sleep the night here

and then tomorrow morning
we can talk some more.

What more we got to talk about?

Well, you know,
like your father maybe.

I never knew him.

Well, your mother must have told you
something about him.

Mm-hm.

She hated him.

What, she teach you to hate him too?
Oh, she didn't have to teach me.

I kind of came by it naturally when
I watched her work herself to death

after he got himself lynched.

Well, you still want to get
his share of the gold, don't you?

Why not?

I'm not a superstitious man,

but offhand I'd say that
that gold was cursed.

Cursed?

Yeah, it killed your father.

And killed your mother in a way.

It robbed Sam Logan of 20 years
of his life.

The thought of finding it made a slave
out of another man named Reed.

It turned a pretty, young girl
into a greedy, old woman.

And now it's got you.

You're following the same blind trail.

Good night, son.

You sure the kid won't light out
during the night?

As long as he thinks you know
where the gold is, he'll stay,

just to keep an eye on you.

I guess he must hate me
as much as his ma did.

I can't say that I blame him.

Well, unh,
I guess I'll turn in too.

Good night.

Good night, Sam.

What do you want?
Shh.

What do you want?

You look a lot like your pa.

Your pa and me was friends, boy.

Good friends.

Real friends.

Yeah.
Now, that's the truth, boy.

I don't care what your ma
said about me.

Me and your pa was friends
as God's own truth

and don't you laugh at it.
Don't you laugh.

For 20 years,

I've lied

to Frank Reed,

to the guards and warden at Carson,

to Angie Malone,

to Ben Cartwright, everybody.

Nobody believed me, I knew that.

Nobody but Ben Cartwright.

I was beaten,

sweated,

ah, thrashed.

But I kept right on lying.

But I ain't gonna lie to you, son,
because you're Jack Crawford's boy.

Jack and me,
we could always trust each other.

And I wanted the same with us.

You're right, boy.

You are entitled
to your pa's share of the gold.

I knew that.
You know where that is, don't you?

We'll ride for it in the morning.
Why not tonight?

Because I don't know who else
might be out there, like you was,

waiting for me, watching for me.
The morning's time enough.

It'll be like old times for me.

It'll be like riding with your pa again.

Oh.

The things I could tell you about him,
the kind of man he was.

Stuff your me never knew and maybe
wouldn't have told you if she did,

coming to hate him the way she did.

But you're gonna get to know your pa
before I'm through, boy.

The kind of a man he really was.

Tell me now.

Well, it's getting a little late, boy.
Now.

All my life I've heard bad things
about him.

Now I wanna hear one good thing,
that's all.

Just one good,
decent thing he ever did.

All right, boy.

All right.

Pa, are you sure
one of us ought not to stay here?

Why? Afraid that Sam will run off?

I wanna check up on Reed while
you're getting the supplies in town.

Now you can go out and saddle up
a couple of Ben's best horses.

There it is.

Just around the other side
of the lake.

You sure?

For 20 years,
every time I closed my eyes,

I could see this lake
just the way it is now.

I could find that gold
with blinders on.

It's here. This is the spot. I know it.

It's gonna be...

It's gotta be just about...

You do it, boy.

There's 50,000 in these pouches
and more just as full on this side.

How about that, boy?

It's a lot of gold.

Something wrong, boy?
No.

Well, then let's get moving.

I got a lot of living to catch up on.

You coming, boy?

Where are you going, Reed?

Have a talk with Logan.

Not on my property.

Why don't you let Sam decide that?

And what's that supposed to mean?

Look, Cartwright,
I'll make you a deal.

You give me and Ms. Malone
five minutes with Logan.

If he hasn't told us
where he buried the gold,

then that's it, the end of the line.

I'll buy your story and Logan's
if he doesn't know where the gold is.

And what do you think five minutes
is gonna do for you

that 20 years wasn't able to?

Give them to me and see.

Oh. Look, Pa,
if it'll put an end to it, why not?

All right.

Hoss, ride into town
and get Roy Coffee out here.

If Sam's gonna do any talking,
I want the law to hear it.

All right. Hee.

Hyah!

It's funny.

This is the same way your pa and me
rode that night

with the posse right behind us.

And here's where we tried to lose it
by speaking the horses

and hiding in the cave.

Reed!

Sam!

Logan, we wanna talk to you!

No!
What's the matter with you?

Sam's got the gold.
That's why he wants a fight.

You all right, boy?
Yeah.

Hyah.

Come on, boy. Come on. Come on.

Give it up, Logan!

You hear me?

Put your gun away, Reed.

I'm going in after him, Cartwright.

No, you're not.

He made a feel out of you.

He lied to you. He used you.

So?

Sam?

I wanna talk to you!

It's all been said, Ben!

Not all of it, Sam.

I'm coming in.

Don't try it!

All I want is two minutes
of your time, Sam.

Just two minutes.

Right back where we started from,
hey, Sam?

You're wasting your breath, Ben.

I went through 20 years of hell
for this gold.

Only thing that kept me going

was getting my hands on it
when I was free.

Free?

You're not free, Sam.

You may be out of prison,
but you're not free.

You just get different walls
and chains, that's all.

You got hate and greed now.

And you'll never be free
until you get rid of that stuff.

Shut up and get out of here
before I kill you.

Yeah.

Maybe you're right, Sam.

I guess everything has been said,
hasn't it?

What about you, son?

I'm gonna stay with him.

I guess you know you'll never spend
an ounce of that gold, don't you?

I don't care about the gold.

Well, you don't care about it?

I guess your pa
didn't care about it either.

That's why he got himself hung
over it.

Good or bad or whatever he was,
he was my pa.

And Sam and my pa were friends
and I'm gonna take his place.

Do you understand that,
Mr. Cartwright?

Well, of course, I understand that.

You gonna get yourself killed
for nothing too.

Nothing?

My pa died for that gold.

I guess I'm ready
to do the same thing.

Oh. You hear that, Sam?

I think the kid's right.

You helped killed his pa,
you might as well go full circle.

I told you you wouldn't get anywhere.
Now I'm taking over.

We're waiting for the sheriff.
I'm not.

Don't be a fool, Reed.

Sam would blow your head up before
you got within 10 feet of that cave.

We'll see about that.

There isn't going to be any killing.

I told you in the saloon
if you got in my way, what I would do.

Now move.

Put down the gun, Reed.

Drop the gun.

Sam!

Sam, you can come out now.

It's your chance to get away!

Sam?

Why?
Because I'm tired.

And that stuff's just too heavy
to carry around any longer.

Come on, son.

Sam.

I tried to help.

Who?

What are you thinking, Reed?

Didn't you ever wonder what it would
be like when it was all over?

How does it feel
to have 20 years of your life

in your hands?

Cartwright,

Give this stuff to the sheriff.

Too heavy for you too?

I hear there's some land
up around the Snake

that the government's opening
for homesteading.

We might head up that way.

Well, you be sure
and keep in touch with us.

Sure, Ben.

On the other hand, the kid here says
that he's got a hankering to go south.

Arizona, maybe, or New Mexico.
We might drift that way.

I guess now there's nothing
holding us back

from going any ways
we got our mind to.

You're absolutely right, Sam.

Not a thing in the world.

Well, then,

let's ride, shall we, son, heh?

Hoss, I think they're gonna
get along all right together

now that they're both free.

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