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Yeah, how much this time, Bill?

Just a half a dollar this time.

Are you sure you don't want
to go for a dollar?

Oh, come on, Bill,
don't be a piker.

It's for a good cause.

Dolly, you stay out of this.

All right, you're on.
Here we go.

You ready? Come on, come on.
Ready.

Okay.

Three beers, Cosmo.

Yes, Little Joe...

You got him, Bill.

What's going on down there, Joe?

Eh, it's just a little
fund-raising campaign

for the church.

That preacher's
the best there is.

Come on, let him have it.

I think I will make myself
a little drinking money.

Now, come on, Cliff,
it's your first payday.

Why don't you save your money?

Well, you've never seen me
arm-wrestle.

Oh, you're good, huh?

The best!

All right, how'd you like
to make a little bet on it?

Well, make it easy on yourself.

I'll take five.
I'll take five of 'em.

You're on!

Looks like our hired man's
gonna lose his money, Joe.

Well, thanks
for the contribution, Bill.

Well, I'll try again later.

Come on, Dolly,
I'll buy you a beer.

Who's next, men?

Takes a lot of money
to build a church. I am!

There's ten dollars, preacher.

Take any part of it you want.

I never bet more than a dollar.

All righty!

Let's have a little...

Hey, you've got a pretty strong
grip there, Reverend.

Well, since you fellers are
already involved

here in a wrestling match, you
might as well get acquainted.

Paul, this is Cliff Rexford.

Cliff, this is
Reverend Paul Watson.

Paul Watson?

There's a gunfighter
by that name.

I'm the same Paul Watson.

Well, then you know who I am,
don't you?

Yes.

I've waited a long while
to find you, Watson.

The next time you see me,

you have that collar off

and a gun on.

♪♪

Paul?

Paul, didn't Joe
and Hess find you?

They came by the house.

Is there something wrong, Paul?

No, uh, nothing.

Hi, Sue.

What was that all about
in there?

What?

0h, I just picked up $50
for the new church.

You didn't tell him,
did you, Joe?

No, of course not.

Tell me what?

It's a surprise
for our anniversary dinner.

You know we've been married
one month today.

Hey, uh,

look, Paul, if Joe and I
can be of any help,

anything we can do...

Well, as a matter of fact,
there is, Hoss.

You can have that lumber
out at the church

bright and early
tomorrow morning.

All right, listen,
we better get on home.

Pa's leaving
for Sacramento tomorrow.

Congratulations
on your month of marriage.

Thank you, Joe.
I'll see you, Sue.

Congratulations. Bye.
Bye. So long.

Now, what's this surprise
you got?

You just wait.

Afternoon, ma'am.

You mind moving your horse?

Why don't you go around,
Mr. Watson?

Paul, who is that man?

His name's Cliff Rexford.

He, uh, works
for the Cartwrights.

Well, somebody ought
to teach him some manners.

That Cliff sure better
watch his step.

Everything's been going
so good for Paul.

I'd sure hate to see
anything spoil it now.

Yeah, well,
whether he knows it or not,

he don't want no part
of Paul Watson.

Reverend Watson,
if you had been late for dinner

on our first month's
wedding anniversary, I...

You're a temptress, Sue.

I should be out
tending my flock.

You should be
right here with me.

Hmm, another one?

You know,
for an old married couple,

when you do that,
I-I can feel it tingle

right down to my toes.

I've noticed something
of the same feeling myself.

Will it always be
this way, Paul?

I hope so.

Now, what's for dinner?

First course-- chicken.

Second course--
chicken.

Third course-- chicken.

Well, let me see now, chicken.

That would be Mrs. Spalding.

You are so right, Reverend.

Well, God's been
good to us, Sue.

Perhaps even better
than you think.

Look.

Our wedding present
from Adam Cartwright.

The final plans for the church.

Well, do you realize
what this means?

Our own church.
And that's not all.

Ben sent word that the organ
arrived in Sacramento.

He'll arrange
to have it shipped to us.

Well, I wish I could think
of a way to repay them.

Oh, Paul.

The Cartwrights are
our best friends.

Why, Ben Cartwright
practically raised me,

and Adam and-and Hoss
are like brothers.

And Little Joe?

My very first beau.

So watch your step, Reverend!

Sue, being a preacher's wife
isn't easy.

There'll be times
you won't understand

the things I feel I must do.

Anything you do I'll understand.

You're my husband, Paul.

Any regrets?

Hmm.

Not so far.

Yeah, that just about
covers everything.

Hoss, you'll be in charge
when I'm gone.

Fine. I hope the ranch is
still here when you get back.

You just make sure
that everything

you have to do is done right.

Oh, one more thing.

Uh, those plans that Adam
drew up for the church,

I think you should take them
up to the sawmill

so they can see exactly
what's called for.

Yeah, well,
whatever's called for,

it'll be heavy,
I can promise you that.

That old church'll be around
after we've been long gone,

I'll guarantee you.

Well, you're not only
building a church,

you're helping a man
realize a dream.

Morning, Mr. Cartwright.

Morning, Cliff.

Boys tell me
you're doing a good job

with those new horses.

Well, I like working here,
Mr. Cartwright.

Well, good.

Hoss'll be in charge
while I'm away.

Yes, sir.

Well, boys,

take care of things
while I'm gone.

All right, Pa.
Joe.

Good luck on the trip.

Bye.
So long, Pa.

Well, I guess
I'd better get back to work.

Hey, uh,

do you need that gun
for breaking horses?

As a matter of fact,
yeah, I do.

Well, you never can tell
when you might run

into a snake.

Sure would like to know
what's eating him.

Yeah.

Well, we got to get those plans
to the sawmill.

Yeah, Sue said she'd have
Paul there by 9:00.

All right.

Aah, dah!

Dad-burn.

Come on, Paul.

Don't you ever get tired?

Not when I'm doing
the Lord's work.

You know, you almost
got me converted.

Well, it's said
"Pride goeth before the fall,"

but I guess I'll have
to risk it, Hoss.

I got an awful lot
to be proud of.

Hey, Hoss, give me a hand
over here, will you?

Yeah.

He mention anything about Cliff?

Not a doggone word.

He goes right on
like nothing ever happened.

Anyone ever tell you two

that idle hands
are the devil's tools?

All righty.

Bless those who toil in thy name

to erect this humble place
of worship.

Amen.

How about some fried chicken?

Help yourself, Hoss.

Chicken, my favorite meal.

Hey, would you do me
a favor and tell me

what isn't your favorite meal?

Yeah, raw fish and maple syrup.

Well, I'm not ungrateful

for the gifts
from my parishioners,

but there are times I wish
Mrs. Spalding would switch

to raising something
other than chickens.

Hey, we're gonna
butcher beef next week.

I'll send you some.

Ah, you Cartwrights have done

more than your share already.

Oh, I didn't tell you, I, uh,

raised another $50

at the Sazerac Saloon
last night.

Paul, you spend more time
in that saloon

than you do in church.

Well, I hope the Lord will
forgive me for being practical,

but I learned a long time ago,
that men are a lot more liberal

in a saloon than they are
in a church.

You know, Paul, you got
a real persuasive way

about you sometimes.

Well, that's the one part about
preaching I don't like, Hoss.

I've never quite gotten used
to holding my hand out.

What would you rather do--
knock them down, sit on them?

I've considered it.

Now, this church means
a lot to me.

To both of us.
It's our whole life.

Yeah. I've heard you talk
about your pa.

Used to be a circuit rider.

How bad he wanted the church.

Yeah, my father was a good man.

But come on, let's eat.

We've got work to do.

Doggone it, Paul.

That's downright sacrilege.

Talking about food and work
all in the same breath.

This a private party, preacher?

Stay out of it, Joe.

You, too, Hoss.

Sit down.

You ain't got a gun on,
preacher.

I told you.

I gave up the gun, Cliff.

I prayed that you had.

You "prayed"?

You cheap,

two-bit hypocrite.

Joe, stay out of it!

Are you just gonna stand there
and take it?

Are you gonna put on that gun?

No, Cliff.

It's not the Lord's way.

Well, you can't hide
behind the Lord forever.

Sooner or later,

I'm gonna make you
put on that gun.

Cliff?

Pick up your pay at the house.

That suits me fine.

I don't want you
to fire him, Hoss.

He had a right
to do what he did.

I killed his twin brother.

Cliff, I want to talk to you.

I'm not gonna hang around.

You can send my pay
to the hotel in town.

I'm not in the habit of nosing

in other people's
personal affairs,

but Paul Watson is
a particular friend of mine.

You sure it ain't his wife who's
a particular friend of yours?

Sue and I grew up together.

Her father was the foreman
of this ranch before he died.

Yeah, I guess you could say
she is a particular friend.

Or do you have
something else in mind?

Nothing.

Just bunkhouse talk I heard.

Look, I just came to ask
if you wanted your job back.

I don't want it.

That's fine.
That's what I thought you'd say.

But I did promise Paul
I'd ask you to stay on.

Well, he's a real Christian,
ain't he?

Well, sometime you ask him
about the time

he gunned my brother down
in Coopersville.

Ask your Christian friend
about that.

He told me about that.
Did he?

Did he tell you how he used
a trick holster

with a spring on it?

Oh, it made him
a real fast draw.

Dirty little trick gadget.

I've heard a lot
of stories about Paul,

but never anything like that.

Well, I've talked to men
who were there.

They saw it happen.

It's the only way
he could've beaten my brother.

The only way!

Look, Joe.

I got no quarrel with you

or with your brothers
or anyone else.

Just Paul Watson.

Now, I've been waiting
five years to find him.

And I'm gonna get him.

You know, if you spend
all your time looking at it,

we're never gonna get it done.

I can't keep my eyes off it.

Ah, when I preach from here,
it's gonna be like preaching

from a mountaintop.

Ah, we're gonna have the place

in pretty good shape
in another week.

Won't be exactly a mountaintop,

but it's gonna be
a darn good church.

Well, it's not large,

but to me it's a cathedral.

What, you mean it isn't?

What do you suppose he's up to?

Doesn't matter.

Just keep working.

What's that you're building
over there?

You know what it is.

Who do you figure's gonna preach
in that church

once you get it built?

Reverend Paul Watson.

That's too bad.

You're going to a lot of work
for nothing.

You're pretty good
with that gun, Joe.

Yeah, I am.

Don't make me find out how good.

What did that prove?

You got to admit it's not
as noisy around here.

Well, let me handle it
in my own way.

Now, let's go back to work.

♪♪

Now, what are you doing
up so late?

Well, I was

sort of worried about you.

Yeah?

I was a little worried
about myself for a while.

Went in town looking for Cliff,

but I couldn't find him.

Want to tell him
if he wants a fight so bad,

I'll be glad to give it to him.

You do like Paul says
and stay out of this.

He's got to handle this
his own way.

Yeah, well, how much more
is he gonna take?

Don't underestimate Paul.

He can break Cliff in two...

with one hand and you know it.

Yeah.

Hoss, I just hate to see him
humiliated like that.

Yeah.

You know how much
being a preacher means to Paul.

If he puts a gun on his hip,

the whole town'd be against him.

That'd be a fate worse
than death to Paul Watson.

Paul?

Yes?

Do you want to tell me about it?

What?

Cliff Rexford's brother?

Sue, before I came here,

and before I met you,

I was nothing.

I was less than nothing
as a man.

I guess I was about as lonely
as a man can get in life.

Well, now I have something.

Something I love very dearly.

So have I, Paul.

I have to find a way
to defend it.

Do you understand?

I want to.

The trouble is
there's still too much

of the old Paul Watson left.

When Cliff hit me,

I-I still wanted to fight back.

Why shouldn't you?

Because that's the wrong way.

It's my duty to lead him

out of that dark valley

of hatred and bitterness,
and into the light of life.

But I don't know
if I'm worthy or...

capable or...

man enough to do it.

♪♪

♪♪

Paul, we really should
take the day off.

We have too much
to do here in town.

Now, it's the first chance we've
had to see our church alone.

Now, what's wrong with that?

You're right.

We should take the day off.

Morning, Reverend.

Whoa.

May God forgive him.

"God forgive him"?

Paul, he's destroyed
our whole life!

Everything that we've worked
and saved for!

He didn't know
what he was doing, Sue.

He was trying to get at me.

Don't you see that?

Yes, I see that clearly.

Now, you must find him,
take him to Sheriff Coffee

and have him put in jail!

I can't do that.

Why?

Sue, we both know
what he did was wrong.

It was terribly wrong.

But we both have to understand
why he did it.

Well, why can't he understand
that what happened

to his brother
was not your fault?

Because he's filled with hate.

Paul, nothing is ever going
to change that.

Sue, if that's true,

then everything I've worked for
and lived for

these past five years
means nothing.

♪♪

♪♪

What happened?

Cliff Rexford, huh?

Where's Paul?

He went for a walk.

Oh, Joe, I---...

I find it so hard to try
to understand him.

He just stood there
and asked God to forgive Cliff.

And then I got angry, and...

Oh, I don't know, Joe, I,

I guess I just don't have
the strength he has.

I don't think any of us do.

You love him very much,
don't you?

Very much.

But I can't stand
to see him hurt like this.

Yeah, I know.

Paul's a friend of mine.

I'd do anything
in the world for him.

But he feels
that this is his fight.

And he wants to handle it
in his own way.

All we can do is stick by him.

I guess that's what a wife
and a friend are for, isn't it?

Thank you, Joe.

I needed a friend to talk to.

Now, why don't you go on home,
and I'll wait here for Paul.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

Giddyup.

I'm gonna rebuild it, Joe.

How long you been over there?

I heard.

She had a right to be angry.

I've been out walking,

trying to fight my own anger.

Joe, our Lord suffered

all the indignities
on the Earth.

And he conquered them.

If I'm to be his minister,

I can't turn from the path
he made for us.

Those are pretty tough footsteps
to follow.

But it's our duty to try,
isn't it?

Well, let's not just stand here.

If we're gonna rebuild
this place,

let's get started.

♪♪

My name's Dolly.

What's yours?

Why?

No reason.

I was lonesome.

You look lonely.

I think being alone is
the worst thing in the world.

Don't you?

Nope.

I like it.

Do you?

What do you drink?

Whiskey.

Cosmo, let us have whiskey,

huh, please?

And put it on my tab, Cosmo.

Why should we put it
on your tab?

We both might make a new friend.

You look like
you might need one.

Do you dance?

Where did you learn to dance?

My brother and I learned
together from a girl.

Oh.

We-we were just kids,

but we could really
dance up a storm.

Does your brother look like you?

We were twins.

Like a right arm and a left arm.

More than brothers really,
more like friends, you know?

Where is he?

He's dead.

Paul Watson killed him
five years ago.

Oh, but he's a preacher.

Not to me he ain't.

Putting a collar on a gunfighter
doesn't make him a preacher.

He's the same Paul Watson.

And I'm gonna make him
put on a gun.

And I'm gonna kill him.

Thanks for the dance.

What'd you say your name was?

Dolly.

Mine's Cliff.

Hello, Cliff.

We're looking forward to the
reverend's first service

in the new church.

Well, there's been
a slight delay.

We should be ready
to have services

in about two weeks.

Please stop by for tea
when you're not busy.

Thank you for everything
you've done for us.

My pleasure.

Bye.
Good-bye.

Afternoon, Mrs. Watson.

I haven't seen
your husband around lately.

I figured after the improvements
I made on the church,

he'd pay me a visit.

Wait a minute, Mrs. Watson.

Too bad your husband doesn't
have that kind of gumption.

♪♪

♪♪

I'll be right there.

May I help you?

Yeah.

You sell dresses in here?

Yes.

I want a dress for my girl here.

A real expensive one.

It's all right if I buy a dress,
isn't it?

I got the money right here, see?

Well, why don't you
just look around,

and maybe you'll find something.

All right.

Here's a real pretty one.

Let's try this on.

Ooh, it's not my size.

No?

That's too bad.

Uh, Cliff?

Uh, why don't we forget it?

I want to buy you a dress.

What's wrong with that?

Here, this your size?

I don't know.

Come on, let's try it on.

See how it looks on you.

It's in there, isn't it?

Come on.
Cliff, please, I...

That's quite a man
you're married to.

Yes, sirree, quite a man.

What do you figure
a fella would have to do

to provoke a man
like Paul Watson, huh?

Why won't you just go away
and leave us alone?

IWIII.

Just as soon as that husband
of yours puts on a gun.

Cliff, look, I'm sorry about
what happened to your brother.

And I'm sure Paul's sorry, too.

He-He's never really told me
what happened,

but-but ever since
your brother died,

Paul has been a different man.

"Different"?

How can a killer like that
be different?

Because he put down his gun,
and he turned to God.

Well, he needed a place to hide,
a wall to protect him!

That's why he turned preacher!

A collar turned backwards
doesn't change a man inside.

He could kill a man
without batting an eye,

with-without mercy
like that-- quick.

Just instincts and reflexes.

He's still like that inside.

He knows it and I know it.

All I got to do

is strip away that wall,

and he'll come out and fight.

And he'd kill me just

as quick as I'd kill him.

All I got to do...

Is strip away that wall.
What are you doing?!

What do you think...? Stop it!

Cliff, stop it!

Oh, Dolly, let me see you.

No, I don't like that...

0h!

Why can't you...?

What is the mat...?

Stop it!

Well, I hope you feel
like a big man.

Tell your husband I'll be
over at the saloon.

He'll find me there.

Do you think this is gonna bring
your brother back to life?

Hey, let me help you.

I'm all right.
Honey...

I'm-I'm sorry.

I didn't know
what was gonna happen.

It's not your fault.

You...

you can't fight hatred
with words.

Hey, come on, let me help you.

Hi, Mrs. Spalding, how are you?
Hello.

Reverend,
may I see you a moment?

Certainly.

Sue, what happened?

It was nothing, Joe.

Why don't you ask Cliff Rexford?

He's in the saloon.

Joe, please.

I just came from Sue.

I want you to get out of town.

I've got no quarrel
with you, Joe.

Now, you're not gonna
provoke me, Joe.

It's that preacher I want.

Cosmo, give me a bottle.

I told you I wanted you
out of town.

All right.

Joe?

This is my fight.

I've waited a long time
for you, preacher.

Anytime you're ready.

I'm ready.

I'm gonna tell you a little bit
about your brother.

Because you remind me of him
standing there with that gun.

Afraid.

My brother wasn't afraid
of anything.

Yes, he was, Cliff.

He was afraid every waking
moment of his life.

He died in my arms,
crying like a baby.

Are you gonna draw or are you
gonna preach me a sermon?

Your brother had
a moment just like this.

He made the wrong decision.

He died a frightened lonely man.

And you killed him.

Yes.

And I've paid for it
every moment since.

But not enough.

You got one more

payment.

Why don't you finish it?

Go ahead.

Kill me!

I guess no man's perfect, Joe.

We all have our breaking point.

But somewhere, somehow,

man has to conquer himself.

I guess I just did that.

Cosmo, get him a doctor.

Why didn't he kill me?

'Cause he's too much
of a man for that.

Need nails?

No, I got plenty.

I can use a few.

What are you doing--
eating them things?

I'm going to in a minute
if I don't get some lunch.

It's all ready.

I just have to get it
out of the wagon.

Well, you better not wait
much longer.

My brother's liable to wither up
and blow away.

Well, what do you think of it?

It looks lovely, Paul.

Thank you, Sue.

Now, how about some lunch?

♪♪

Reverend.

Cliff.

I hear you're gonna hold
services here tomorrow.

Is that right?

That's right, I am.

I, uh,

I just came from the doctor

He said...

my ribs are
in pretty good shape.

He said I could go back to work
if I wanted to.

Glad to hear it.

What I'm trying to say is...

...I'm a pretty good carpenter

if I put my mind to it.

And I figure since I did
all this damage,

it's only right
if I help rebuild it.

And I'd like to attend services
if you'd let me.

Of course.

I'll put you in the front row
if you want.

Hoss.

Cliff.

Hey, Cliff?

You think you're pretty good
with a hammer, huh?

The best.

Like to make a little bet on it,
would you?

Anything you say
up to one dollar.

You're on.

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