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What? Nothing.

Tell me.

What's your drive?

What's wrong with my driving?

You give the horse a little more rain.

Are you saying I'm driving too slow?

No, I'm just saying you can let the horse go at its own pace if you wanted

Why don't you?

Figures.

A woman who doesn't like to be told what to do knew that the first time I saw

you. When was the first time you saw me?

You don't remember?

First time I saw you, you were laying face down in the mud.

I'd forgotten that.

You wouldn't talk to me.

I didn't know you.

You do now.

It's nice of you to make these trips down to the reservation.

Well, I'm not being nice. It's just my job. That's what a doctor does.

Not every doctor.

Would you mind if we checked on Ruby Johnson? It's out of the way back.

I don't mind.

Whoa.

Miss Ruby?

It was her time.

So sad that she lived here all alone.

So far away.

She had no one.

I just wish there was something I could do for her.

There is.

You're nice as dress.

Who are you?

Just sit right up here.

Don't worry. It wouldn't hurt you.

Oh, this lets me listen to your heart.

Sounds pretty good in there.

Do you like to listen?

That's your heartbeat.

Nice and strong.

Oh, he can see all right.

And hear.

Can you talk?

What's your name?

Can you tell me?

I don't think he understands you, Dr. Mike.

Maybe he speaks Cheyenne.

Brian is no Cheyenne.

Now just open your mouth like this.

Open it up.

His throat's fine.

Then what's wrong with him, Dr. Mike?

I don't know exactly.

Maybe he's just sad about his mom dying.

Miss Ruby was too old to be his mother, Brian.

I didn't know Miss Ruby had any grandchildren.

I went out to the place at least a dozen times. I nursed him all the way once.

Neither did I.

I should have gone there sooner.

Who knows how long she was laying there sick. He must have been on his own for

days.

Don't worry.

Talk to my best doctor there.

Compensate.

Your hats, please, gentlemen.

Bow your heads.

What the Lord says to us is sharper than the sharpest dagger, cutting swift and

deep into our innermost thoughts, exposing us.

There are no secrets from God.

Nothing can be hidden from him to whom we must answer on judgment day.

Ruby Johnson stands before him, and he knows that she has followed his word,

that she has loved her neighbor as she loved herself, and that she took in the

sheep, the one that was lost.

Amen.

Rest in peace, Ruby.

Will someone please tell me what's going on?

What do you mean?

All those looks out there, all that whispering.

I didn't hear no whispering.

Ruby Johnson is quite a way out of town.

I never saw any of you visit her.

I never even heard her name mentioned, and yet every one of you is there at

funeral.

We all knew Ruby.

And the boy?

His name is Zack.

Why does everyone know about this except me? Not everybody knew, just us.

Why all the secrecy?

He wasn't Ruby's grandchild.

The fact is, he was no relation at all. Well, whose child is he?

The woman who gave birth to him and his mother, she worked at the saloon.

Wasn't a mother.

Was a whore.

Same as Ruby was.

He lived in a saloon with his ma till he was five, and then she took sick and

died. That's when he went to live with Ruby.

Why did she hide him?

Why didn't anyone ever mention it?

Horace?

We made a promise.

A promise?

The boy wasn't right.

I was as plain as day.

That's not necessarily so.

Something had to be done, so it was done.

Quietly. Miss Ruby was kind enough to take him in. What about the child's

welfare?

I found him hidden away.

Oh, now, hold on. He wasn't hidden. He was in a closet. He hid from strangers

because that's what he learned to do living at the saloon.

Can't hardly conduct business with a kid standing there gawking.

I see. So it was either that or a closet?

I thought you of all people would have told me.

It just never came up.

Now, contrary to what you may believe, this whole thing wasn't dreamed up just

to make you look like a fool.

What does that mean?

What's really bothering you?

Is it the boy?

Or the secret?

This is my home now, too.

But I'm still being treated like an outsider.

Well, in a lot of ways, you still are.

And always will be. Is that what you're saying? I'm just saying. What do these

things take?

He doesn't know what's happening.

Maybe that's a blessing.

You don't believe that?

I saw Charlotte right after she helped that whore give birth.

And she said that baby was blue for an awful long time. Now, something wasn't

right with that boy right from the start.

But I could have told her that.

How did you know?

Babies ought to be brought to this earth out of love.

Not business.

But it's not the boy's fault.

Well, that's true.

But he's the one who's paying.

Ain't he?

She didn't have much.

No, she didn't.

About some letters.

Good. Dr. Michael want to see them.

Maybe she can find some family for that.

Maybe.

She didn't even cry.

We all cried when our Ma died.

Not everybody's the same.

Did you cry, Sully?

When your wife died?

That's the last of it.

Gotta go, Brian.

I'm just thinking.

What you thinking?

What if Dr. Mike hadn't told Ma she'd take us?

She did.

I made this roast beef especially for you tonight.

Dr. Mike cooks some pretty good roast beef.

When Colleen makes it for her.

Here.

Say what?

Tony Sully?

He's a friend of ours, and he's just coming in for dinner.

What do you do with your hands?

Whoa!

Bye, Dr. Mike. Have a nice day at school.

We will, Ma.

Wish you could come with us, Zach.

He's coming to help me today at the clinic.

See you later.

Bye.

Come on.

Zach.

Zach, look.

Look at those clouds. Aren't they lovely?

White, fluffy, all different shapes.

Horses.

You do look like a whore.

Thank you, Miss Perkins.

Get a dyer.

Now listen.

This young man needs some school clothes.

Oh, he can't go to school.

He's a simpleton.

Oh.

Yes, I think this should suit you nicely.

I tell you, he can't learn.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Well, you can parade him around all you like. Buy things for him.

But truth is, I don't sell what that boy needs.

Do you sell shirts, pants, and vests, Mr. Gray?

Do you sell fenders and jackets?

Do you sell writing tablets and chalk?

Of course I do. I love it.

Then you sell what he needs.

And a stick of liquor.

Good morning, Jake. All right.

Zach needs a haircut.

You can say that again.

Keep your money.

Free haircut today?

I'm busy.

We can wait.

People don't want to be around an imbecile.

I beg your pardon? Causing trouble, Michaela?

Jake can't refuse a paying customer.

It'd be a first.

It's unprofessional, not to mention rude. Jake's the proprietor here.

On the other hand, we gotta look at the kid. Somebody ought to clean him up.

I ain't in no hurry.

He can go next.

And two of them stray.

How many would you have left?

Alice. Eight, Miss Hollis. That's right.

Doesn't look like a risk of death.

No, ma 'am.

Doesn't even look like cows.

No, it's horses, Miss Hollis. No, I can see that.

Sorry, I didn't mean to. They're very beautiful.

Aren't they?

Did you do this from memory?

No, I... Then you drew this from real horses.

Well, I... It's very good.

Isn't it, class?

Brian, why'd you draw that?

Brian drew that? How did I know? I didn't know he could draw.

It looks real. I didn't know you had artistic talent, Brian.

I don't, honest.

Oh, you most certainly do.

I'd have to say this is one of the finest drawings I've ever seen. And to

the class... the way you did.

Well, it shows real imagination.

Imagination?

You're very talented, Brian.

But for right now, I want you to learn arithmetic.

Yes, ma 'am. All right, class.

If you had 12 cows on your ranch and four of them got rustled, how many of

would you have left?

I just want you to stay right there.

I thought it'd be a good idea to bring Zach here.

What for?

To learn.

He can.

He can understand, and he can even talk.

It's just like you to go and get your hopes up on something like this. Olive,

I'm asking you.

You could help him.

I'm no schoolteacher. I never claimed to be. I'm just temporary.

Please, just let him sit and watch.

All right.

But just until we get the real teacher hired, and then it is up to her.

Thank you.

Maybe by then he'll be able to stay on.

You're going to be just fine.

Hey, Zach!

Hey!

You look real nice, Zach.

All right, now. Five more minutes of recess, and then it's back to school.

I still think he looks funny.

He looks fine.

What do you get when you dress up an idiot?

An idiot!

He's not an idiot!

Well, I don't want him around me.

Me neither.

I saw him at the funeral.

Our ma said he's a bastard.

He is not!

Yeah, he is.

He has no pa.

All right, now, that's enough.

Reese's house is over. Everyone back to class.

Come on. Come on.

to these letters, Zach may have some relatives. This one sounds like a

Well, if they're any relation at all, I'd like to find them.

Ain't got no return address.

But it's postmarked St. Louis.

We could put a notice in the paper there.

That's a good idea. Mike, better come quick.

Zach's run away.

What do you mean he's run away?

They were teasing him, Ma. We had our backs turned for a second and he just

disappeared. It's my fault.

No, it's my fault. I thought he was ready. We'll find him. I'll help.

Me too. The stool cooked itself for a while. Check the immigrant camp.

Colleen, Brian, you look around the edge of the woods. Matthew, check the woods

behind the church.

I'll come with you. No, you better stay here. We're coming back.

What's going on?

Hacks ran off.

Ran off?

Mind if I borrow the wagon?

Surely. Go ahead.

Time for some wild goose cheese.

I got business.

What business?

None of your business.

Everybody's looking for you.

See you around. Go on.

You can draw.

You did them all, didn't you?

They're beautiful.

No.

Yes, they are.

You idiot.

No, you're not.

You got imagination.

And the sun.

And this lion.

Bet you never seen a real lion, did you?

Me there?

This is sad.

You're sad, huh?

I was sad, too, when I lost my mom.

I cried, cried.

Even Sully cries when he's sad.

You can cry too, if you want.

Dr. Mike?

Dr. Mike, wake up.

You've been out here all night.

I suppose I was.

What are you reading?

I'm trying to figure out how I can help Zach.

What exactly is wrong with him?

That's just it. I don't know.

No one seems to know.

Well, there's got to be something.

Well, there isn't.

Is there anything I can do?

There's nothing to do.

I mean, if he were sick, I could give him medication.

If he were cut, I could suture him.

I hate feeling this way.

I'm feeling helpless.

What's this?

Brian drew it.

Brian?

It's very good.

Morning, Dr. Mike. Myra?

I came to see about Zach.

Oh.

You rode all the way out here?

Well, I was thinking maybe I could help y 'all take him for a while.

Ever so long?

Well, I talked to Hank about it.

He said maybe he could find something the boy could do to make himself feel

useful. He could always use an extra pair of hands.

Careful now.

You gotta bounce him just right.

Because they break real easy.

Morning, Miss Myra.

Morning, boys.

I don't know, Myra.

Why don't we go inside and talk about it?

No, I've got to get back.

I just thought that since school didn't turn out and all, that doesn't mean he

needs to work at a saloon.

Things go on there, Myra.

I'll watch him real close.

He won't say anything he shouldn't.

Still working at the saloon. I can't see how that would solve anything.

Well, he could make himself useful.

Feel like he was worth something.

Maybe that's what he needs to be part of the town.

Where he can learn to fit in.

I don't know.

Would you like that, Zach?

It says here Secretary of State Seward has negotiated the purchase of Alaska.

Is that what it's called?

Bought the whole shooting mat from the Russians for $7 million.

I'd like to see a piece of land worth that kind of money. You're pretty penny.

If you ask me, President Johnson, I ought to fire that Secretary of State.

You don't want no whining and moaning.

You want your job done. Is that clear?

You sweet?

You wipe down the tables, you dry the glasses, take out the trash, clean the

spittoons, and when you're done with that, you sweep some more.

What are you looking at?

Good afternoon, Horace.

Any word from St. Louis?

Not yet.

Will you let me know as soon as you hear something? I sure will. St. Louis or

Jefferson City or Springfield. Oh, I didn't wire. Oh, I did.

I figured the wider you throw the net, the bigger your chance to catch your

fish. Oh, that's very thoughtful of you, Horace. If there's anything else I can

do, you just let me know. Oh, actually, I need to send this parcel out. Sure

thing. It's to Miss Mary Wellman, Wellman School for the Arts, Denver,

The schools are artistically gifted children.

But I don't want to go away to school, Ma.

Maybe not this year, but I certainly want Miss Wellman to be aware of your

talent.

I'm very proud of you, Brian.

I always wished that I possessed some artistic flair.

I bet you could draw, too.

Not like you.

You have a special gift.

You like it here?

It's married real pretty, don't you think?

Want a gumdrop?

Bye.

Hey, watch my boots, you dumb idiot.

You gonna let him talk to you that way, boy?

Huh? Huh, boy?

You know, I think he is a dumb idiot.

Are you an idiot, boy?

Ma! Idiots can't talk. Idiots can't do nothing.

Well, they must be able to do something, huh?

Let's see if he can ride a horse.

Let's not.

Just gonna take the idiot for a ride, that's all.

Only idiot going for a ride is stupid.

out of town.

It was very kind of you to defend Zach that way.

Why did you?

Mind your own business and stick to doctrine.

You're his father, aren't you?

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm talking about the way you took up for him in the barbershop.

The way you gave him work.

The way you rode off when he disappeared.

And don't tell me it was on business, because I know it wasn't. You went out

looking for him, didn't you?

That ought to cover it.

Why'd you leave him alone out there for so long? I wasn't alone.

It was me that found a place for him.

It was me that paid every week for 12 years to make sure he had food and

clothes. He didn't need money.

He needed his father.

He needed to be here with you. You saw how they treated him.

Teasing him, pushing him around.

You'd think I wanted him to go through that.

Everybody laughing because he's different. Thinking he's not normal.

Not to mention what they think about you. I was protecting him. Are you sure

weren't just protecting yourself?

Who do you think you are judging me, lady? You weren't here. You don't know.

That I would never do that to a boy of my own.

It's like walk on water, McKee.

Something's got to be done.

Lauren's right. He's just going to cause more trouble.

The boy just don't belong here.

Is that all that concerns you?

It's just a matter of time until somebody really gets hurt.

Before he gets himself hurt.

Ain't there places for such types?

Asylums? Have you ever visited an asylum, Jake?

I have.

They're filthy, cramped.

People, human beings, chained to the walls, crying and wailing.

They're not helping those people. They're just keeping them out of sight.

But he does need some kind of help.

Dr. Mike's right. It should come from us. Ah, but he don't know how to do

anything. It's not true.

He can do something.

He can draw.

Oh, what you talking about?

He draws real pretty. He drew that picture Miss Olive liked.

Oh, but you drew that picture, Brian.

No, it wasn't me.

I just found the picture. Everybody thought it was me who'd done it, but it

him.

It's awful.

Nice of you to stick up for him, Brian. I know he's your friend, but you

shouldn't lie.

See, the boy's working.

I do for you, Polk.

It's about the boy.

What about him?

We've discussed it for a while now, and we've come to a decision.

Zach would be better off somewhere else.

Well, the thing is, he's working for me.

The boy's gonna cause nothing but trouble here.

You know that, Hank.

I don't see any cause and no trouble.

Maybe this troubles you.

Well, now, Hank, it just ain't like keeping the boy in the saloon around

and those women of yours. It just ain't fitting.

Even Dr. Mike agrees.

It's clear that it's hardly a proper home for a young boy.

That right.

Boy, stand right where he is.

Who are you to decide?

I'm his pa.

That's who.

He admitted it.

He knew.

Didn't you?

Sure, all the girls knew.

Clarice was before my time, but... Clarice?

Zach's mom.

She was one of us.

And he loved her.

It's hard to imagine Hank loving anyone.

What I said today is true.

I didn't draw that picture Zach did.

I didn't know I did it when Miss Olive said it was pretty.

So when she thought it was me, I just let her think it.

You know that wasn't right.

Yeah, it wasn't right.

Sometimes I think I'm not really good at anything.

I can't track a deer or ride a horse.

Build things.

You got an ear for music. You play the harmonica nice.

Think so?

Yeah.

Something else, too.

You got a way with people.

Look at how you are with Mr. Bray.

You're the only one that can get a smile out of him.

Zach, you talked to him and made friends with him when nobody else could.

I couldn't get him to draw another picture.

For you, huh?

Morning. Something wrong with Zach?

No.

Nothing's wrong with him.

The boy was right.

Zach can draw.

How do you know he drew this?

It's his mom.

She was beautiful.

She was.

I know I ain't gonna be the best father.

I can tell you that straight out.

I like my whiskey and my women.

And sometimes I ain't too polite.

Fact is, I got a downright nasty temper.

I want to try to give him a home, but I know he deserves better than sweeping

the saloon.

What do I do now, Michaela?

You look almost... I'd kill you to say it.

All right, I will.

Hampton.

Thank you, Michaela.

Hank, you're doing a wonderful thing, sending Zach off to that art school.

And they're very lucky to have you.

Miss Wellman agreed that he deserved the opportunity.

And she assured me that she'd find a very special place for him.

This will be quite a trip for you, young man.

But your father will be there to make sure you get there safely.

Good luck, Zach.

Don't forget it.

Maybe you can draw something for me while you're there.

Send it in the mail.

Goodbye Maybe he could bring it himself when it comes home for Christmas

Yeah, sure Christmas

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