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where Western history comes alive.

Stories of the Old West

are stories of hardships and adventure--

of dreams, and of courage.

Stories of the American pioneer

are all a part of our past, of our heritage.

During the late 1880s, men, women and children

braved the untamed frontier to settle in the Arizona Territory.

One such woman was Clarissa Colvin.

As her son worked the land, Granny Colvin reared his daughter.

Tried to teach her to endure the hardships of pioneer life.

Because she knew that along the frontier,

the difference between life and death

was often a matter of Pioneer Pluck.

Good morning, Granny.Good morning, Annabelle.

You'’re gonna be hot in that suit.

It'’s all I have for town.

You know, today'’s wash day.

You said you were gonna help me.

I'’m sorry. I forgot.

How are ya gettin'’ to town?

It'’s an eight-mile walk.

Wynn Kinkead'’s driving me.

You better check with your dad.

You know, he doesn'’t like your foolin'’ around with those hired hands.

Especially that one.

Askin'’ him to drive me to town is hardly "foolin'’ around."

Does he know that?

For Heaven'’s sake.

If Papa had his way, the only man I'’d talk to

would be Frank Harris.

Annabelle, you and he are as good as engaged!

Nothing'’s as good as engaged.

You either are or you aren'’t. And I'm not.

So I see who I want.Oh, I see. Mm-hmm.

So, uh, if Frank doesn'’t like it, he can propose.

You make it sound just awful!

[chuckles] It'’s been done before.

But...

Wynn doesn'’t strike me as a man you can trifle with.

I don'’t know what you mean.

Oh, yes you do.

Why, he'’s a drifter, a-- you know, good-lookin'’ saddle tramp.

But you know nothing about him!

Granny, he'’s simply driving me to town.

You love Frank, don'’t ya?

Yes. But he just doesn'’t seem to care.

[chuckling] Oh, he does. You know it.

Then let him show it.

Here'’s Wynn now.

Hi, Miss Annabelle.Hello, Wynn.

What'’ll I tell your dad?

We'’ll be back before he misses us.

And Frank?

What'’ll I tell him if he drops by?

Tell him the truth.

MAN: Hello, Ma! Annabelle! Anybody home?

Out here, Herb.

Ma, Annabelle should be helpin'’ you.

Well, she'’s up to other things. I'’d rather do it myself than argue.

Why, you'’re all duded up.Oh, I'’m goin' into town.

Sheriff Dunlap wants to talk to me.

Something wrong?

I don'’t know. He wants to talk to me about that Kinkead fella I hired.

Wynn?Probably nothin'’, but...

If I'’m not back in time for supper, you and Annabelle go ahead.

Herb, she'’s not here. She went into town with Wynn!

With Wynn?

Well, my fault. I should have made her wait to ask you!

Let'’s not borrow trouble.

After all, we don'’t know he did anything wrong, do we?

Well, no.

Better get on in.

Why are we stopping?Because I want to look at ya.

You'’re the prettiest girl I ever saw.

[scoffs] Stop it, Wynn.

Nah, I mean it. Guys like me don'’t get much chance to meet girls like you.

I don'’t know why.

Well, there are reasons. Lots of '’em.

But, we won'’t pay that no never mind, will we?

[chuckles]

It looks like Papa coming down the road.

It is!

Annabelle, you ask me before leaving with one of the men.

I'’m sorry. He just took me in to do some shopping.

Plenty of work waitin'’ for you, back at the ranch.

Sure, Mr. Colvin.

Boy, he sure don'’t like me.

Oh, he'’s that way with everybody.

Except Frank.

Now, who'’s this "Frank"? Your boyfriend or something?

I guess you'’d say, "or something".

We'’re not engaged.

Good. Then maybe you'’ll go for a ride with me tonight.

Mm-hmm.

[clicks tongue]

Land sakes, Frank. You look real nice!

Where you been keeping yourself lately?

Well, I'’ve been busy fixin'’ up my place.

Tell me, is uh, Annabelle around?

No, she went into town. She'’ll be back real soon.

Come on inside, and I'’ll fix us some coffee.

Um, uh, no thank you. It'’s a little too hot for coffee.

If you don'’t mind, I'’ll just wait right here.

My, it must be real important

to bring you out on a scorcher like this.

[chuckles] Yup. It'’s real important.

Oh, praise be! She'’s back, Frank. She'’s back.

Uh, who'’s that with her?

It'’s a hired hand. He drove her in.

Hello, Frank. It'’s been a long time.

Uh, yes. Too long.

Look, uh, can we go somewhere and talk? Alone?

Of course, inside.

Then I'’ll see you tonight, Miss Annabelle.

Yes. After supper?

All right, now. Suppose you tell me what that was all about?

What what'’s all about?That fellow out there. Who is he?

Oh, you mean Wynn.

Well, he drove me into town,

and he asked me for a ride tonight.

Annabelle, you belong to me.

You always have, and you always will.

I don'’t belong to any man I don'’t even see for weeks.

Well, I'’ve been working on my house, so that I could ask you something when I came here.

Well? You'’re here.And so is he.

Frank, he works here.

Is that all?

That'’s all. So far.

Annabelle...

Marry me?

All you ever had to do was ask.

It'’s your dad. He's back.

Oh, Frank, you tell him.

Now, you give him a chance to catch his breath.

He uh-- Well, he may have something he wants to tell us, first.

Hello, mama.

My Annabelle, thank God.Papa!

What'’s the matter?Sam told ya something bad about Wynn, didn'’t he?

Wynn?

He thinks he'’s wanted for robbery...

and murder, in Tulsa.

When did you find this out?

In town.

Sheriff Dunlap wanted to talk to me.

Said he'’d had a tip.

About Wynn.

Well, why doesn'’t he arrest him? What'’s he waitin' for?

Frank, it'’s only a tip.

He'’s waiting for Tulsa to verify the description he sent.

You'’re not gonna let him stay here.No, I want him out of here.

Tonight. After that, it'’s Sam's job.

Papa, he'’s coming here to see me after supper.

Good. Then I'’ll let him go, and that'’ll be the end of it.

[sighs]

Coffee, Herb?Yeah, Mama.

Whoa, girl, I hate to say this, but when it comes to men,

you have no judgment whatsoever.

Well, I don'’t know about that.

Now what would you say if I told you she said yes to marrying me?

[laughs] Well, I-- I'’ll be doggoned!

What took you so long?

Well, I-- I don'’t know, I--

Frank? No, thank you.

[knocking on door]

Good evening, Mr. Colvin. I uh--

I came for Miss Annabelle.

That is, if she hasn'’t changed her mind.

I'’m afraid she has, Wynn.

Is that right, Miss Annabelle?

Is he telling me how you want it?

Yes, Wynn. I'’m sorry.

But why? Because of him?

We'’re going to be married.

Married?

Then you were just foolin'’ around with me?

No, I just thought we were having fun.

Fun? You make a fool of me, and you call it fun?

All right, that'’s enough. You get your things together

and... get.You firing me, is that it?

Yes sir.All right.

But you ain'’t seen the last of me, Miss Annabelle.

Tulsa confirmed it. He'’s wanted for murder in Stillwater, too.

I'’m sorry you let him go.

Sam, I just couldn'’t risk letting him stay.

Well, if you hear anything about him, let me know, Herb.

Hey, where are you goin'’?To the barn.

I didn'’t feed Chestnut after our ride.

Here I am, Chestnut.

You thought I forgot, huh?

You'’re glad to see me? Hmm?

Glad I'’m here?

WYNN: I sure am, Miss Annabelle.

Wynn--

That sheriff didn'’t find me in the barn.

And he ain'’t gonna find me now.

[gasping] Please, Wynn.

Leave me alone?Oh, sure.

That sheriff is so close, he'’s everywhere.

Now, you-- You ain'’t puttin' me off, married or not.

[screams, struggles]

I'’ll be back for you, when you least expect me.

Well, looks like the spring rain was good for your flowers this year, Ma.

Yes, they'’re comin' right along. Mm-hmm.

Well, are you ready to go, Herb?

Yeah, but my mind won'’t be on drivin'’ cattle.

You and Annabelle alone here for the first time.

Well, she'’s better off here than by herself at their place.

Besides, she needs help with the baby.

I asked Sam to look in on ya, from time to time.

You know, it'’s a year since Wynn left,

and you still worry he'’s coming back, don't ya?

She does too.

She acts like he could pop out at her any minute.

Now, you go along. Don'’t worry.

I got a gun hid behind the chiffonier,

and I can use it.

You '’bout ready, Frank?

Take care of little Frankie. And don'’t worry.

Everything'’ll be just fine.

You be good to yourself.Bye, Frank.

Bye, Herb!

Just being here brings it all back.

Well, chicken'’s about done.

Put the baby down? Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Those clouds look fixin'’ to blow up a storm for tonight.

I best go and see that everything'’s all right before supper.

No! Don'’t go out there.

Why, child? Nothin'’ there to hurt me.

Please! Granny, he might be waiting.

Oh! [exhaling]

Pshaw, now you get a hold of yourself.

Nobody'’s seen hide nor hair of him since last summer.

Now you just stay here and take care of the baby.

[screaming] Granny!

[shrill scream]

I told you I'’d be back, Miss Annabelle.

[gasps]Please! Don'’t hurt-- Please stay away!

I ain'’t gonna hurt ya. I just come to take you with me, Miss Annabelle.

Granny!

You crazy old lady!

What'’s wrong with you, young man? All right.

Now just settle down.

[wind blowing]

[thunder]

That'’s still our moon. You'’re not going anyplace tonight.

Yeah, yeah.

We got a barn, you know.

So?

Your horse oughta be in it.

I got a gun. You won'’t get half a mile with that kid.

[thunder]

Come on.

Help me.

Not loaded.

The shells is somewhere. Maybe the bedroom.

What are you going to do?There'’s no time now.

We gotta find the shells and load that gun.

You have to shoot it. I couldn'’t shoot that.

You will if you have to.

Or do you want him to take you away from Frank and the baby?

I'’m afraid!

Well, so am I!

But you got us into this, and you gotta help to get us out.

Now sit down. He'’ll be coming.

Okay. Into the bedroom.

And remember, old lady, I'’ll be sittin' out here all night,

facin'’ that bedroom door with a gun in my hand.

I like an early start. How about gettin'’ some breakfast?

Well, you can start the fire.

Hey, old lady.

Get away from my back.

[iron stove clatters]

[clattering continues]

I was never much good at fires.

It'’s a man's work, I always told my husband.

Um, the kindling is down there.

Beside the stove.

Why-- You'’re pretty jumpy this morning, old lady.

[grunting, crying] I need help! Annabelle, help me!

Help me!

Give me the gun!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

You folks all right?Oh, yes.

He'’s inside.Is he dead?

No, but he'’s not goin'’ anyplace.

I knew who he was looking for, when I heard he was seen in town.

Well, he found her.

I'’m sorry you had to face this down, Miss Colvin.

Oh, I didn'’t, Sam. Annabelle did.

When she saw he was gonna kill us.

She'’s a brave girl.

Runs in the family.

And in the Colvin family,

courage is called "pioneer pluck."

Women like Granny Colvin and her granddaughter Annabelle

met the challenges of the frontier.

No matter how unpleasant.

And she helped tame a land.

Be with us again next week,

for another true story of our American West.