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Ava, your story was very sweet. And Eunice, your spelling

is getting much better.

And Kyle,

Kyle, your story showed excellent imagination.

Granted, it was a little grisly. The ghost of a miner who drags children down

the graveyard may not be the most appropriate subject.

Next time, why don't you apply your imagination to a more pleasant subject?

Brian, your writing is getting better and better. This is just a wonderful

story. In fact, I'm going to ask Dorothy to publish it in the Gazette.

That was a great story, Brian.

Yeah, for something made up.

My story was real. That's why the Reverend can't print it.

You scare little kids like Brian.

There's nothing to these ghosts.

Oh, yeah? You never heard about Dead Red?

Dead Red?

Dead Red was a mine around these parts.

They called him Red because he had flaming red hair.

One Halloween, he was buried alive in this very mine.

What happened?

Some kids were playing in the mine and they caved in.

So now, every year at Halloween, Dead Red comes out of the grave and he goes

from mine in town to mine in town, looking for revenge.

Every Halloween, he kills a ten -year -old boy.

A ten -year -old?

Why? Those kids who were playing in the mine were ten.

So on Halloween, Dead Red hunts himself down a ten -year -old and drags him back

to the graveyard.

And straight down to hell.

Never heard about any kids getting killed around here.

Remember Tommy Ralston?

He moved away.

That's what they told you. But that was Halloween three years ago.

Dead Red got him.

Last year, he got a boy in Soda Springs.

The year before that, Manitou.

All ten years old.

Sure, I'm glad I just turned eleven.

How come we never heard this story before?

I thought you were supposed to be smart, Brian.

Grown Stone Warner's getting scared.

You ask him, they'll say he don't exist.

Good thing none of us ain't ten.

I'm ten!

I thought you was nine.

But you ain't scared, are you?

Of course not.

Everybody knows there's no such thing as ghosts.

Did you get the material for my Robin Hood costume, Ma?

Not yet.

Room to rent.

Well, good day.

Hey,

Matthew. What costume are you wearing to the Halloween party?

I don't know.

You're going to come. You got to.

What about you two?

It's the first Halloween since our wedding.

I want our costumes to be romantic.

I think you should go to the famous couple.

Oh, that's what I thought.

We were talking about being irrelevant, Prince Charming.

You were talking about it.

Come on, Matthew, let's go.

That's all there is to it.

You can't go to the Halloween party, Jake, without a costume, or at least a

mask. What sort of reject merchandise are you trying to unload on me this

Lorne? I got a dog there. He seems to have taken a liking to you.

Yeah, he's just hungry.

Here, boy.

Here,

boy.

Seems like he prefers your shoe leather to my bread.

Come on.

Come on, let go.

I'll thank you not to feed strays in my cafe.

Last thing I needed was some dirty mutt hanging around here. It's unhealthy.

I wasn't feeding them. I was trying to get rid of them.

The worst case of rheumatism I've ever seen.

Poor man.

Arthritis can be so painful.

Call it what you like, but I've seen a lot of rheumatism.

A warm lard's the best thing for it.

Air leeches do the trick, too.

Jake, you know that doesn't really help.

Well, excuse me, doctor.

Doctor?

Dr. Quinn.

Mr. Foley.

Abner Foley.

I wanted to make an appointment to see you.

Well, I'm just on my way back to the clinic.

If you're not too busy now...

What do

you want?

Who?

Dead Red tried to get you yet?

Dead Red?

I thought you said he came on Halloween.

Got that boy in Philadelphia Springs a couple of days before Halloween.

Better watch out, Brian.

If you hear moaning in the wind or something moving around up on the roof,

better run and hide real quick.

Of course, those other boys hid, too.

Look what happened to them.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

I decided I'm going to go to the party of the witch.

Have you started your costume yet?

Brian?

You're not letting Kyle scare you, are you?

Of course not.

You think ghosts can go through walls?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

It's just not scientific.

If there was, how come no one's ever seen one themselves?

There's always some stories they heard.

Yeah.

Nobody we know has ever seen one, right?

Right.

Still, I ain't never seen the wind either.

Yeah, I seen lots of doctors.

Tried everything.

One lard.

Purgatives.

Leeches. Those are very primitive treatments, I assure you. I won't

on you.

Unfortunately, very little is known about what's commonly called rheumatism.

We do have a name for it. It's called arthritis. And we know that it's an

inflammatory disorder.

Are any of your other joints affected?

Well, my hands are the worst, as you can see.

But my knees are freezing up, and now the hips

started... I'm afraid your arthritis is rather advanced, Mr. Foley.

Well, that's why I wanted it to come before it was too late.

Folks say that your hot springs cures it.

Well, some people do find the springs to be therapeutic, but they're not a cure.

But it's got to do it, Dr. Quinn.

You know, it's going to be nice folks like you to button my shirt and tie my

shoes.

I thought I had to live my life like that.

So, if you'll just direct me to them hot springs.

It'll take you too long to get back today.

I'll take you tomorrow myself, Mr. Foley.

I'm obliged.

It's got to do the trick.

I know what's going on.

I know it.

What are

you doing here?

I ain't got no food for you.

Go on, get.

If I give you something to eat, will you go away?

Got some jerky back

here somewhere.

Jake.

Jake!

Anybody die in here?

What are you talking about?

Yes, please.

Dean.

Want to smell nothing?

I wonder, you ain't got no customers.

Maybe you ought to get your nose examined.

Maybe you ought to take a bath.

Go on, now.

You need something, Dr. Mike? Oh, no, it's all right. I was just looking for

Sully. We were going to buy some material for our costume.

Oh, I'm just closing up.

That's all right. We'll come some other time.

Dr. Mike, I just gave Brian's latest story to Dorothy.

She is going to print it in the Gazette.

Brian told me. It's wonderful.

He's just getting better and better.

Well, he's always been very creative.

He's certainly blessed with a wonderfully vivid imagination.

Remember Tommy Ralston?

Dead Red got him.

Dead Red got him.

Dead Red got him.

I saw your light on. You feeling all right?

Yeah.

I was just reading.

It's late.

You really should get some sleep.

I will.

Just as soon as I finish this chapter.

Sure you're all right?

Yep.

Well.

I made you a favorite, blueberry pancakes.

Thanks, but I'm late.

What for?

I've got to get to the reservation.

Will you be coming home for supper?

Probably. I thought that perhaps we could get started on our costumes after

supper.

Sure, I'll try.

Whoa, where are you?

Who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy?

Are you the best boy in the whole world? I bet you are. I bet you are.

Jake?

Is that a new customer?

He was smelling up the blood.

Mr. Tully, how long have you had the arthritis?

At least five years now.

It started getting worse the last six months.

My hands started freezing up on me.

Has anything ever made you feel better?

No, not until these springs.

I know it's encouraging that they make you feel better.

Better? I haven't felt this good in years.

Mr. Foley, you really shouldn't count on... A treatment a day, I do. Don't you

think, Dr. Quinn?

Well, it, um... It certainly couldn't hurt.

I'm going, soldier.

I'm gonna use my uncle's uniform.

What are you going as, Brian?

Brian can't go to the Halloween party.

How come?

Dead Red ain't gonna let Halloween pass without dragging you down into that

graveyard. There's no such thing as ghosts.

Oh, yeah?

It ain't scientific.

If you want to go to the party, it's your funeral.

Maybe I ought to stay home, Brian.

If I were you, I'd lock the doors and pray real hard.

You need a haircut.

I agree.

That rheumatism keeps you from...

Combing your hair, huh?

Dr. Quinn's been taking me out to them hot springs.

They're really helping.

You don't look no better to me.

So what you ought to do is soak them hands of yours in some warm lard.

What do we have here?

You're a scrappy little thing.

It's just an old mud I can't get rid of.

No, I'm sure I like that.

They're a lot of work.

Need so much attention.

We used to have a dog just like you.

Barnaby. Darn it, that was his name.

A good dog, too.

Well, kind of a bother.

But he was bigger than you. Had floppy ears.

One leg was shorter than the rest and just kind of hobbled around.

Sounds like one ugly dog.

Now, he hated cats.

Barnaby, he would feed them cats.

Then he gets so riled up, he'd howl like a banshee.

You howl like a banshee, you're history.

Is there something wrong?

I was taking Abner Foley to the hot springs today, and I stopped by the

reservation.

They said you hadn't been there all day.

Is there something you want to talk to me about?

Is there something you want to talk to me about?

I meant at the reservation.

Why'd you come by to see me?

I didn't come to see you. I was just passing by, and...

I'm sure you have plenty of things to do, to play, to be.

You're right. I had other things to do.

Sully, something's wrong.

What do you think? There's something wrong.

Hey, what's your hurry?

I was just seeing how fast I could run home.

Brian, I brought home that green fabric you want from Lauren for your Robin Hood

costume.

I ain't going to the party.

Brian, you're not letting Kyle's story scare you, are you? Clean.

What story?

Kyle made up some story that scared Brian. I ain't scared.

I told you. What's the story about?

About some ghost that's going to get Brian.

Brian, you know there's no such thing as ghosts.

I know.

I just don't want to go to the party.

But it's your favorite party of the year. You've been planning your costume

months. Didn't you hear me?

You know, Brian, it's Halloween tomorrow and I still ain't sold that mask in the

window there.

What do you say? You think I ought to discount it?

All right.

All right. Fifty cents.

That's yours.

No thanks, Mr. Bray.

You're killing me.

All right.

Twenty -five cents. My final offer and I'm not making a penny.

Oh.

I got a costume.

It's just... That party's not so special.

Maybe I won't go.

Go?

Why, that's the biggest party of the year. Everybody in town's gonna go.

Well, that's just it.

I got this friend.

And... He's scared to go.

So I was thinking maybe I'd stay.

Keep him company.

Maybe make him feel better.

Nice.

What's he scared of, this friend of yours?

He says he's seen a ghost.

A ghost.

Let's come in to get him.

Did you ever see a ghost, Mr. Bright?

Can't say as I ever personally had that experience.

My friend says grown -ups don't tell us about ghosts because...

They're afraid we'll be scared.

Do you think ghosts exist, Mr. Bray?

I can see how some folks think they might.

But, you know, I've heard there's ways of protecting yourself against them.

There is?

Like what?

Well, that would take some figuring.

You know, Brian, where I come from down in New Orleans, folks take ghosts.

Very seriously.

I remember my aunt teaching me recipes that can protect you.

I mean, your friend.

Oh, I bet I'd have the ingredients for a recipe like that right in this store.

Well, you might have some of them, but Brian is going to have to help his

find the rest.

Oh, I can do that.

Good. Now, what we got to do is help those ghosts go along their merry way.

Lauren, we're going to need some orange leaves. Uh -huh.

Some cinnamon. I got that. Orange, leek, cinnamon.

Yes, ma 'am.

Now, first thing before you do anything else, you got to burn some corn silk to

purify the air.

Corn silk.

Yeah, it's easy to find. Good.

And then you're going to take all these ingredients, ground them up, put them in

a pouch, along with some of that ruda I was telling you about.

Where am I going to find that?

Usually grows up on the ridges.

You feeling all right, Brian?

A root is used to control fattening. No, it's nothing like that.

It's just a recipe for a tone.

Charm.

Now, Brian, I want you to tell your friend to carry that pouch real close to

him. And no harm will come to him.

Brian. Thanks, Grace.

Oh, and one more thing.

You might want to throw in some netmeg.

Couldn't hurt.

Let him give it a try.

Maybe help him get over his fear.

Wouldn't it be better to convince him there's nothing to be afraid of? If you

could. At least this way he'll be doing something about it, like Gray says.

Couldn't hurt.

I think that's enough for today, Mr. Foley. You don't want your couch in the

chill.

Beautiful country you've got here.

It can't be.

I feel better.

Sit, dry.

Don't understand.

I feel better.

Same time tomorrow, Mr. Foley. I don't see the point of that, Dr. Cliff.

I was just fooling myself, thinking it would make me feel good.

It does provide you with some relief of the pain while you're there.

An hour a day?

What's the point?

I reckon it's time to move.

Where will you go?

Back to your family.

We lost the children in the influenza.

My wife died about six months ago.

Didn't you tell me that the arthritis started getting worse six months ago?

Wasn't that when you said your hand started getting stiff?

Come on. Come on, boy. Come on.

Good boy. Oh, yes. Good boy. Okay. Hey.

There you go. Get him.

Get him.

Come here, boy.

Just like Barnaby.

How's the rheumatism?

The same.

You ought to try that warm lard.

Shop.

Come on, boy, don't bother him.

That's all right.

Did

Sally

say you were going to be late?

No.

Maybe it's a preservation.

Pauline, do you think Sully's seen... What?

Do you think he's happy living here with us?

Of course.

Why?

Well, I'm not sure.

I mean, he spent his whole life living on his own.

I wonder if he sometimes feels... What?

A little crowded.

Perhaps he wants things to be the way they were before we... Did you get it?

That's the right halfway to Manitou to find something.

It's a tough year for Ruta.

Thanks.

Brian, the truck is ready. I'm not hungry.

Sorry I'm late. Hope I didn't worry you.

It's Brian I'm worried about.

Why do you think I rode all day long to find the Ruta?

Why did you?

You know that no such thing as ghosts or charms to protect him.

Brian doesn't know that.

my point exactly.

What? We really want to encourage him to be superstitious?

Well, don't you think that'll make him even more afraid?

You gotta face your fears to get over them.

Keep them down, they just get worse. Well, that's why he's giving into his

instead of fighting them.

And if I'd given into my fears, I would've run back to Boston the first

was here.

And what kept you from running?

You hung up your shingle, you put out your pictures, you planted your garden.

Oh, that's different.

No, it wasn't.

Those are all rituals.

Like Brian making this charm, if he believes it can help him, maybe it

Well, what if it doesn't help?

Brian, you remember a couple of years ago that you thought Dorothy was a

But then you found out that there was a logical explanation for everything that

frightened you about her, didn't you?

That was two years ago, Ma.

I was just a kid.

Well, I'm sure if you look at this ghost story logically, you'll see that

there's no reason to be afraid of anything here either.

Brian, you know, it's wonderful to have such a creative imagination.

You can write exciting stories, make beautiful drawings, but it also means

it's easier for you to believe in things that aren't real.

Like ghosts and charms.

If they help, it's only because people want them to help.

No! It's all right.

It's all right. There's nothing to be frightened of. We're just having a night

there.

It was real dark.

He was coming for me. No one's coming for you.

I told you there's no such thing as ghosts.

What was that?

It was just a draft. There's nothing to be frightened of.

The window's closed!

It's me.

There are no ghosts here.

You still got your pouch. That'll protect you.

No good.

It's like Ma's dead.

How's Brian?

Stayed home. He won't even leave his room.

He's sick?

Well, I don't think it's anything serious.

He has a bit of a stomach ache. He's a bit pale and shaky, but I can't find any

clinical cause.

He's worried himself sick. That's it. The boy's got a powerful imagination.

Dr. Queen, look at a patient you might want to look at.

Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself.

It all started when I was petting Barnaby here and throwing the ball for

Barnaby? I know, I know, he doesn't look exactly like my old Barnaby, but he has

his nature.

Don't you?

Jake, I don't think it's your idea.

Of course it was.

Like I told you.

I've seen lots of cases of rheumatism.

Oh, I'm very impressed, Jake. Call me Dr. Slicker.

Well, you do realize it's a remedy, not a cure. What's the difference? He's

feeling better. Well, temporarily.

Just like sitting in the hot springs made him feel better while he was there.

It's not even scientific, and it can't last forever.

Unless... No.

Jake, you've made it quite clear you don't even like that dog. I hate the

Jake. Forget it.

Jake was right.

It was astounding. This black cloud that had been hanging over Mr. Foley simply

disappeared. His hands got better?

A bit.

I don't know if it'll last, but it was wonderful to see.

What a strong effect the mind has.

Like with Brian.

That's just what I was thinking.

We could use Brian's mind, his imagination, to help him overcome his

Perhaps we could help him create his own remedy that he could believe in.

Like what?

Well, break the pouch might have worked if I hadn't been foolish enough to talk

him out of it.

It would be better if it was something that used his own imagination.

We found it in the library.

It's a collection of stories of knights who vanquished dragons and monsters.

What's vanquish?

Well, that means that they fought them in battle and defeated them.

I thought maybe it'd give you some idea about how to fight off that ghost.

Like Beowulf, there.

The monster grendel was terrorizing the court, killing knights left and right.

And Beowulf vanquished him with his mighty sword.

Who's that?

That's St. George fighting the dragon.

No monster or giant could stand before the knight's bright sword.

He was the only one that wasn't afraid of the dragon.

So he was the only one that could fight him and kill him.

that sword?

Well, that's King Arthur and his magical sword Excalibur.

It looks just like Excalibur.

Well, that looked just about right to Brian.

Vanquish dead red.

You need to shine more, don't you think?

Well, get some cottonseed oil and polish it up.

Come on.

How can you encourage Brian like that?

I mean, you know there's no such thing as ghosts.

Yes, but I also know that nothing we say makes him any less real for him.

It seems that this is the best way to help him avoid being afraid.

But you always tell me to think scientifically.

I suppose sometimes we need to combine creativity and science.

Look at Abner Foley.

There's nothing that medicine can do for his arthritis.

Yet something as unscientific as petting a dog can give some positive effect.

I don't even really know why.

Perhaps it has something to do with relaxation.

Seems that being a good doctor means treating the person, not just the

We wanted to wish you a safe journey.

I made you some sandwiches for your trip.

Is someone going to meet you and help you get settled back into your house?

No, I don't got nobody.

Perhaps I can wire a doctor where you live.

Maybe he can find someone to help you.

I'll get by.

It's not good for you to be on your own, Mr. Foley.

It'll only make your arthritis get worse.

Even a pet, a dog.

They need too much attention.

Besides, I'm too old and bent.

Train a dog.

Don't worry, boy. Everything's going to be fine. You're going to love it on that

farm.

What am I saying?

Farms are boring.

They're boring.

Well, maybe not the dogs, huh?

Seek all the fun you can have chasing the nasty cats.

They'll be fine.

Mr. Foley.

I've been thinking. I've got a business to run. I ain't got time to... You know

what a bothered dog's gonna be.

Need lots of attention.

That's for sure. I was thinking maybe you could take him off my hands.

You mean... take it with me?

Oh, he'd be doing me a favor. He's eating me out of house and home and...

said, I... I don't have time... You know what I mean.

Well, what do you think, Barnaby?

I guess I've still got a few cats that you can chase.

Come on,

boy.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

Never wanted a dog anyway.

I'm sick.

Take that!

And that!

And that!

You both look wonderful.

Why aren't you wearing a costume yet?

You're silly.

I don't know. He said he'd be back by now.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Cinderella.

Anybody seen her?

Go on, Ma. Get in your costume.

You made this.

Yes. And all the time I thought you were... I was worried you were...

Imagination's a powerful thing.

I'll be right back.

There's something I've got to do first.

Do you want some help, Ryan?

I'd be happy to go with you.

No, thanks.

I've got to do this by myself.