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Oh, no, no,
it's not the end of the world.

Although if it isn't,
I would hate to see what is.

I need lumber for repairs.

I don't have any to spare.

'Cause I'm planting alfalfa,

and I have to build a fence
to keep the cattle out.

Isn't that lovely.

Clayton made it.
Isn't he talented?

I'll say.

I wanted to order some
lumber from Mr. Williams.

It's more than I expected.

Don't forget
to breathe.

It's not so bad.

What's that one made from?

Calendula. Here, smell it.

Isn't that nice and soothing.
It's gonna help you heal faster.

You know it as marigold.

Why don't you just call it that?

Because we should know
the proper names for things.

Like Grandma taught you?

That's right.

I wish I'd gotten to meet her.

Me too.

She would've adored you, Sarah.

All right, next time
you decide to see how fast

you can jump rope,
you will...

Tuck in my skirt.

Tuck in your skirt.
Thank you.

I will.

I learned a new jump rope
song from Jenny.

- Wanna come hear it?
- I would love to, but...

I still have a lot to do here.

I'll wait for you.

No, you'd better go play.

There's still so many planks
on the upstairs floor

that need replacing.

Do they?

Found another spot!

Lars, are you all right?

No, I'm... I'm-I'm fine.
I'm fine. But, you know...

can't say the same for
your floor, Mrs. Clarke.

I can patch it up,
but it'll take the last

of the boards we got
from the camp.

Oh, no, but there's
still so many

that need to be repaired.

How will we pay for it all?

You don't need
to worry about that.

Go play, I will
figure something out.

Okay.

Do not sell the ring.

Okay?

I won't.

♪ ♪

♪ Is there Hope in the valley?♪

♪ I want to see it
come alive. ♪

♪ I wanna see you come alive. ♪

♪ Is a storm
in the coming skies ♪

♪ I want to be here when
it dies ♪

♪ I wanna see Hope come alive ♪

♪ I wanna see
you come alive. ♪

Okay...

Oh...

Oh, that's an ounce and a half.

Good for you, Pete!

About time I had a good day.

All right.

27. There you go.

Don't spend it all in one place.

Unless it's right here.

Ah, more pies!

Good, I just ran out.

Don't you cook
nothin' but pies?

I'd pay good money for
somethin' to stick to my ribs.

We got beef jerky
on the shelf.

Hurts my teeth.

What was the last time
you had a vegetable?

Or something green?

Moldy cheese count?

That's for the last batch.

Thank you.

At this rate, I won't be buying
lumber for quite some time.

Well, that's gonna take
a lot more pies.

Especially if I wanna decorate
with Olivia's beautiful designs.

Maybe you wanna
reconsider gold panning.

I was only half joking
about that, things have changed.

What's changed?

Some prospectors hit pay dirt
at a stream nearby,

so now the whole camp
has moved over there.

More gold means more boarders.

I've gotta get this place open.

Well, you will.
You will.

Come on!

Hyah! Come on.

- Git!
- Get through there.

Git, git.

Hyah. Come on.

Nash.

This came from the east pasture.
The ranch hands aren't there.

They're supposed
to be putting up a fence.

Maybe they're still
loading rails.

Well, they better get
a move on, 'cause they can't

plant that alfalfa until
they build the fence.

And without that, I'm not gonna
have any feed for the cattle.

I worked on a ranch in Montana.

Lost half their cattle
to a lack of feed.

Well, I'm not
gonna let that happen here.

I gotta get these strays
back to the herd.

All right. I'll go find
those ranch hands.

All right. Come on.

Hyah.

- Mornin'.
- Morning.

Are you heading to that lesson?

Yes. Peggy's a fast learner.

Pretty soon, she'll be able
to open up a book and do more

than look at the pictures.

The pictures are the best part.

How's your alfalfa farm
coming along?

And your fences?

It's coming.

How about your boardinghouse?

Also coming along.

Well, I hear the prospectors
have caught gold fever,

and they're moving
to a different stream.

That must make you happy.

Whatever it takes
to get 'em off my land.

You just made my day
a little brighter.

Wow.

These are real nice.

Oh, Rebecca tells me
what she has in mind,

and I try
to capture it for her.

I'm impressed.

Well, that's sweet of you,
Clayton.

Oh, you're here... again.

Yes, ma'am, uh...

I was running low on, uh...

powdered limestone
for my forge, so.

Oh.

You might wanna think about
reorganizing your orders

so you don't have to make
so many trips out here, y'know.

I don't mind.

Okay, bring your wagon out back,

I'll help you shovel
everything in.

Yes, ma'am.

Bye, Clayton.

Back from your round so soon?

Seems about a week
is what it takes,

when things are so quiet.

Can I have a word with you?

Sure. About what?

I saw that deer that you carved.

Seems you've got some
artistic ability.

I can do pretty much
anything with wood or metal.

What about pen and paper?

Good morning, Miss Quinn.

Good morning, Mountie Vaughn.

Please, call me Alexander.

Well, only if
you call me Olivia.

Deal.

Clayton tells me that
you are skilled at drawing?

Oh, I-I don't know
if I'd call myself skilled,

but I do enjoy it.

I imagine you'd enjoy it more
if you were paid

for such endeavors.

Excuse me?

The government are gonna
publish sketches

of the frontier.

Oh. What on earth for?

To entice settlers to move west.

They're looking for drawings
that capture the promise and...

romance of what's out here.

You interested?

I think I could be.

Oh.

- D-dot.
- Mm.

- H-hot.
- Mm-hmm.

N... not

P... pot.

- Rebecca?
- Sorry.

Is there something
on your mind?

Yes. How do you cook
for all these cowboys?

Oh, they have their own cook.

- Oh.
- They can't leave their cattle,

so they make their own meals.

So, it must be the same
for the prospectors, they...

They they can't leave
the stream,

but they need a hearty,
nutritious meal.

When was the last time
any of them were acquainted

with a vegetable?

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm going to have to start
feeding them

at the boardinghouse
soon anyway.

Why wait?

They're silly.

Oh.

Sarah?

I have an idea about something.

I'm going to go, but you stay
here and play with Jenny.

No, I'll come with you.

No, it's all right.
You two are having fun.

I'll come back for you later.

Bye, sweetheart.

I wouldn't call this fun.
It's just a chore.

I used to help Mama a lot.

On the trail, we had to do
all sorts of things

we never did before.

What was it like
where you're from?

There was a lot more people.

Sometimes we'd ride a trolley
or go to the park.

Wow.

My favorite day was Sunday,
because I'd help Mama

make pancakes and
we'd use the good china.

Don't you have chores now?

Yeah, but it's not
just the two of us now.

Alexander said they'll
pay me 50 cents

for every drawing
they choose.

- Being paid to draw?
- Mm-hmm.

Wouldn't that be somethin'?

Next thing, you'll be off
hobnobbing in Paris.

Can you imagine?

I mean, not necessarily
Paris, but...

think of all the places
this could take me.

Hi, Hattie. Olivia.

Do you have a canvas covering
that I could purchase?

How big?

As big as you've got.

Let's go! How long does it
take to load a wagon?

Mornin', Tom.

Jeremiah.

Where's John and
the rest of the hands?

Haven't shown up yet.

Why not?

I'll tell you, but...

you're not gonna like it.

Have you seen my new sketch pad?

Uh, under the scale.

Oh.

Is everything okay?

Just been looking at the ledger.

When was the last time
you saw Phoebe Taylor?

It's been a while,
but that's Phoebe for you.

Yeah, but all the years
I've known her,

she'd at least come by
for a cup of tea now and then.

No, this is unusual.
Even for her.

Well, how much does she owe us?

Three dollars.

I should go pay her a visit.

For $3?

Since her son left
for the east,

she's all alone out there.

She seems to be
getting on just fine.

Something could happen to her
and nobody would even know.

I just, I don't want her
to be forgotten.

John. Charlie. Fellas.

What do you all
think you're doing?

Haven't you heard, boss?

Folks been finding gold
in this new stream.

Figured we'd give it a shot
before it's all gone.

What about your jobs
at the ranch?

Well, we got down here
at the crack of dawn.

Thought we'd pan
for a few hours.

Oh...

I guess we lost track of time.

Well, you're gonna lose
a lot more than that

if you don't get back
to the ranch.

We got a fence to build.
Let's go.

Cowboys panning
for gold.

Pure foolishness.

Rebecca.

Mr. Moore.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Surprised to see you here.

Well, I just came to talk
some sense into my ranch hands.

They got gold fever.

Ah. That must not sit well.

Plus, that leaves you
shorthanded on the ranch?

They'll be back.

Eureka!
Someone else just got lucky.

Okay. So, what are you
doing here?

I'm looking for a site.

Oh, not you too.

No, I'm no prospector,
but I am going to feed them.

I'm opening a mess tent.

There's gonna be hot food?

- When?
- Starting tomorrow.

Oh, great.

You hear that?
She's gonna feed them.

Good afternoon, Phoebe.

Hattie.

What brings you out here?

I was in the area, just thought
I'd pay my respects.

Or you came to collect
the money I owe you?

There's that too.

I, uh...

see you've been keeping busy.

Is that the-the canvas
I sold you a while back?

What, you treat that
with beeswax?

Keeps the rain off.

Olivia and I were just
talking about your Daniel.

You must miss him.

Bird's gotta leave
the nest sometime.

No point sheddin' tears over it.

You don't fool me,
Phoebe Taylor.

Your son was
the apple of your eye.

I'll be by the Trading Post
in the next week or so.

You'll get your $3 then.

I'll be countin' the days.

I'm just curious why you
haven't come by recently.

Just no call to.

Is it the prospectors?

You haven't come by much
since they started showin' up.

They're just people.

Exactly.

Of course,
people can be annoying.

Present company excluded,
I presume.

Now, bees, on the other hand,
they mind their own business.

They're hard workers.

They got no time
for idle chit-chat.

Me and them, we share
that particular quality.

Have it your way.

I will leave you
to your beeswax.

Much appreciated.

You lost your way, Olivia?

I'm looking for the perfect
picture of promise

and romance on the frontier.

Right, okay. Well, best face
the other direction.

Nothing romantic about me
washing our unmentionables.

What'd you have in mind?

I don't know, I can't
just draw any old thing.

It's for the government.

It has to be something

grand and romantic
that'll lure people west.

I hope you find
what you're looking for.

Just came from the bunkhouse.

The cowboys didn't come back.

Sorry, Tom.

I don't know what
they're thinking.

They're not.

We need 400 of these posts.

Which means we gotta dig
400 more holes to put 'em in.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm well aware.

That's too many
with too few men.

We won't finish in time
for planting season.

Won't be the first time
we've been in a tough spot.

This time it's different.

We got a bigger herd.

There's more to lose.

We need more hands, just...

let me put the word out.

I'm not giving up on my men.

They gave up on you, Tom.

Why didn't you tell me about
the mess tent yesterday?

You were playing with Jenny,
I didn't wanna interrupt you.

I reckon you could use
a few extra hands.

Yes, please.

Uh, yeah, it goes
like this, here.

Oh...

Yeah, this tent used to be
the old Trading Post.

Brings back memories.

Our first winter here.

Darn near froze our tails off.

Poor Olivia, just had me
and Frank for company.

Sarah, we're gonna be here
a while.

Why don't you see if that
girl wants to make friends?

But I wanna help, I don't...

That's Vivian.

Yeah, she's real mature
for her age, just like you.

Go on, sweetie,
we'll be right here.

- Oh... well...
- Go on, honey.

Okay.

Maybe we should bring
some of our cowboys back

from the south pasture.

We'll risk losing
too much of our herd.

What's the point
of growing alfalfa

if we don't got cattle to feed?

What's the point of you digging
yourself into an early grave?

Let me take over
for you, boss.

Just keep 'em coming, Jeremiah.

I'm fine.

Tom, we need more men.

No, we don't.

What are you making?

It's for fishing.

Gotta catch supper
for my Pa and me.

You should have supper
at our mess tent.

You can't beat
my Mama's cooking.

Is that what that's supposed
to be?

Some kinda restaurant?

We're selling meals
to the prospectors.

Well, Pa and me
are having trout.

What are you planning
on making tonight?

Ah, I never had any
complaints about my gumbo.

Lots of herbs and aromatics.

They won't even know
it's good for them.

It sounds big city.

Yeah, it's
New Orleans, actually.

There you go.

Uh, I would just stick with
what they-they know.

I mean, salt pork, beans.

Come on, everybody likes to try
something new, don't they?

Yeah, sure they do.

As long as it's exactly
the same.

Okay.

Sarah's been gone a while.

I wonder if she's
gettin' on with that girl.

It seems like Sarah can make
friends with just about anyone.

Well, she's had to learn.

I feel guilty, I feel like
she's been losing

part of her childhood.

I used to think the same
thing about Olivia,

but she turned out just fine.

She did.

Yes. She's so impressive.

And her illustration skills,
the fact that she's self-taught,

is wonderful.

Yeah.

- What?
- Ah...

I'm a terrible person.

Yes.

Horrendous.

You know, part of me wishes
she wasn't doing these sketches.

You know, what if
she sells 'em?

I mean, what if she finds
a life for herself,

making art somewhere
far from here?

What if she leaves me?

You know?

No, I'm just,
I'm being selfish.

No, you're being a mother.

It's scary.

I've thought of that, too.

Ooh, Sarah, hi.

Oh, how'd you get on
with Vivian?

She's busy and she needed
to help her Pa.

Oh.

Morning.

Mornin'.

I, uh...

know I've got you to thank
for Alexander coming to me

about the sketches.

Well, as far as I can tell,

no one can sketch
better than you.

Clayton Cooley,

I am an amateur at best,
and you know it.

You are too modest.

Let me see what
you've drawn so far.

I...

Sorry, meant no disrespect.

Very well.

So much for your opinion of me.

My opinion of you
hasn't changed, but...

seems you're having a little
trouble getting started.

Well...

it's one thing when
I'm just doing it for fun,

it's another when...

I know that people
are going to judge me.

Clayton, what if
I'm not good enough?

Of course you are.

They're looking to others to
find the beauty in this place,

and-and who better
than you, who's so...

Talented.

You're just saying
that to be kind.

I most
certainly am not.

I mean, take that deer
you drew the other day.

The curves of the antlers.

More impressive
than the real thing.

You really think so?

No question.

It's the way
you look at things.

You make everything
more beautiful.

I don't...
I don't know about that.

It's true.

You really reach in,

find the spirit of this place.

Can we go fishing sometime?

Sure.

We can cook the fish
for the prospectors.

Oh, I can't forget
my secret ingredient.

Is that garlic?

Yes! It is.

Hello.

I brought it from back east.

I sure hope everyone likes it.

Yeah, I mean, Lars and I
love it, but, you know...

we're used to our parents'
European cooking.

Oh.

I'm gonna need more salt.

Hattie'll have some.
I-I can stay and

um, watch things.

Can you? Thank you.
All right.

- But, I'm--
- Oh, sweetheart, stay here.

It'll be faster
if I go by myself.

I'll be right back.

Thanks, Hattie!
Oh, excuse me. Sorry.

You're in a hurry.

I'm about to serve
my first meal.

You're welcome to come by.

Oh, I wish I could, but I ain't
got time now that my ranch hands

have become prospectors,
which is why I'm here.

Post a note for some more hands.

I'm sorry.

I know it's hard when people
you trust let you down.

Speaking from
personal experience?

Maybe you should
talk with them again.

Oh, there's no point,
I've already given them

a piece of my mind.

And don't you ever wonder
what's on their mind?

See things from
their perspective?

Gotta go. If they don't
like my cooking tonight,

they'll never buy it
at the boardinghouse.

What do you think?

How's she doing?

- She's been keeping to herself.
- Oh.

Thanks for staying.

Hey, little chickadee.

What's wrong?

You keep trying
to leave me behind.

I just went
to the Trading Post.

And yesterday.

At the ranch? I thought
you'd wanna stay behind

and play with Jenny.

And then today, with that girl.

Sarah, what is this about?

You don't want me around.

What?

Sweetheart.

This is all for you.

All of this.

Sarah.

I'm going to give you some time.

I'm getting water.

Good afternoon, Olivia.

Good afternoon, Alexander.

So...

how's the sketching
coming along?

I'm glad you asked.

If the government wants
to lure people west,

what better way than to show
them our new police force?

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

Ooh, nobody wants to see
my mug on a poster.

I would.

You keep moving.

It's my horse.

Maybe he doesn't think
this is his good side.

So, what did you do before
joining the Mounted Police?

I was a tracker for
Great Plains Trading Company.

Oh, my late father
worked for Great Plains,

at the Trading Post
in Fort Churchill,

before starting
his own spot here.

How was it when you first
got to the settlement?

Oh, it wasn't easy.

Uh, we lived in a sod hut,
fished in icy waters,

tried to keep warm
during the long winters.

Nothing as exciting
as you living in Toronto.

No, that's remarkable.

If you don't mind me saying,

you don't look like the type of
person who lived in a sod hut.

You look...

I look...

What?

Nothing. Forget I said it.

It sounds like you've
had quite the adventure.

Well, for us, it was more
about survival than adventure.

Well, there's
no greater adventure

than survival
on the frontier.

Speaking of survival
on the frontier...

That woman over there.

Oh, Rebecca?

She's one of a kind,
all right.

She certainly stands out.

Do you know where she's from?

Actually, I don't.

Sarah, can you stand up?

There's something
I wanna say to you, please.

Please.

You mean everything to me.

Everything.

And I'm so sorry
if I did anything

to make you
feel otherwise.

Please talk to me.

I miss traveling
in the wagon with you.

Even though it was so hard?

It was just the two of us
and I liked it that way.

I liked it, too.

You don't need me anymore.

You have Lars and
Mrs. Quinn to help you.

Sarah, it's good for you
to play and have fun.

I thought you'd want to.

Not stick around doing
a bunch of grown-up things.

I like doing grown-up
things if it's with you.

Well, good.
I like being with you, too.

I do, I do, I do.

I need your help with
something now, actually.

With what?

I have to make
a sign for my gumbo.

And you have
the best handwriting.

Will you help me?

Fine.

- All right.
- All right.

- Oh.
- You're stuck with me now, kid.

Great work today, Jeremiah.

I'll see you bright
and early tomorrow morning.

Hey, boss, uh...

I recently got engaged.

No kidding.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

What's her name?

Madeleine.

She lives in Union City.

She's pretty special.

Not quite sure what
she sees in me.

Well, it's best just to
appreciate your good fortune,

not question it.

Yeah, I just wanna give her
the best.

You know, she deserves it.

As you should.

You've always been good to me,
so I wanna be upfront with you.

I promised I'd build her
a nice house,

with a big porch and a yard
for all our little ones.

That's understandable.

It's just, I've heard some
prospectors are pulling nuggets

out of the stream that are
worth more than a month's wages.

And others are just
pulling out pocket change.

I know, but for Madeleine,
I mean...

I just want a chance
to make a life like you did.

I think we all do.

I wish you and
the missus great success.

God knows it isn't easy.

Thank you, sir.

I'll finish up here.

Gumbo. Gumbo for sale.

- Would you like some?
- No, thank you.

Gum-- oh, would you
like to try some?

The recipe is from New Orleans.

Gumbo. Would you like to try?

What's that smell?

Hello, Pete.

That's garlic and it's
actually quite flavorful.

Smells like wet socks.

Try it. You'll love it.

You did say you wanted food
that'll stick to your ribs.

This'll do it.

Reckon I'll just stick
to my salted pork.

Gumbo?

It'll warm you right up.

It's delicious.

I'm sorry, Mama.

Thanks.

Seems Hattie may have
been right about

serving people what they're
used to.

You know, they'd like it
if they'd try it.

Yeah. You're right.

Free samples!

Free samples.

Good food.

Try my mama's gumbo.
No charge!

Great recipe right
from New Orleans.

Would you like to try some?

Fresh celery. Fresh carrots.

Try some.

Yeah.

Free samples!

Fresh carrots. Fresh celery.

Hi. Free samples.

Oh. Wanna try some?

Still smells funny.

It'll be the best
thing you ever tasted.

Oh, pretty big words, missy.

Back in '49,

I had a clam chowder
in San Francisco.

Hmm. This is better.

And it's free.

Would you like to try
some Gumbo?

Well, you can't beat the price.

All right. Thank you.

Better have some more.

There you go.

Not so bad, huh?

Not so bad at all.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Free samples!

Gumbo!

Hi. Thank you.
Enjoy that.

Hope you enjoy it.

There you go.

Enjoy.

- Enjoy that.
- Thank you.

Here's what's left, Mama.

Oh. Good.

Sarah, you were right.

All they needed was to taste it.

We make a great team.

I love you.

I love you too.

None of this would mean
anything without you.

Looks like your mess tent's
a real success.

Almost. I am giving away
free food in hopes of

enticing them to buy it later,
and at the boardinghouse.

Oh, I-I hope so.

I know you're really counting
on this.

- I will give it a try.
- Okay.

Hello, little man.

Mm.

I wasn't expecting to see
you here.

You and me both.

Big opening. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Here to give them another
piece of your mind?

Not this time.

Would you mind the gumbo?

How you doing, boys?

Doing fine, boss.

He's not your boss anymore,
'cause you up and quit.

Any luck prospectin'?

Found a few flakes.

Most of us did.

Yeah, and what does that
buy you, a cup of coffee?

Now, don't get me wrong.

I understand why
you're doing this.

You wanna be your own men.

I can't offer you riches,
but...

I can offer you the freedom

of the open range.

The satisfaction of
an honest day's wage

after a hard day's work.

There's no life like
a cowboy's life, am I right?

John.

There's no better roper
than you.

Jeremiah, no one's better
at breaking a stallion.

Charlie.

It amazes me how quickly
you find those strays.

You each bring
something special.

I want you to know that
I appreciate your skills,

and I always have.

And if you wanna change
course and spend your time

hunched over a tin pan
hoping for lady luck,

you have my blessing.

But if you wanna come back,

the stability of a regular job
with people who respect you,

I will welcome you
with open arms.

If you do come back...

I'll give you
a day off each week

to test your luck
at the stream.

It's up to you.

Good luck.

Anyone comin'?

Nope.

Oh, good morning, sleepyhead.

Surprised you slept through
that storm last night.

Well, come help me
with these pancakes.

Okay.

The good china?
It's not Sunday.

Every day with you is special.

- Here, flip this.
- Okay.

After we're done
making breakfast,

we'll go over
to the mess tent.

Are we gonna give out
free samples today?

No, I can't afford that.

What if no one comes?

We have to hope.

I'm making something
extra delicious.

Good.

I finished the sketches
I'm gonna submit.

- Oh.
- Do you wanna see?

Sure.

I, uh...

tried to capture the spirit
of the frontier.

Images that show both
the beauty and the hardship.

You are a real artist.

Uh, this next one
is my favorite.

Has it all.

Strength. Compassion.

Grit.

I didn't pose for this.

You didn't have to.

I know your face.

I can draw you from memory.

- Do you like it?
- Oh.

It's nice.

No one is ever gonna forget you,
Mama.

Not while I'm around.

Oh...

Aw, these poor people.

Sweetie, go ahead.

I can help you.

Mama, look!

Oh, no.

It's completely ruined.

It was a bad storm last night,
but we've had worse.

I guess the old girl
just wasn't up to it.

I'm sorry about
your tent, Hattie.

You can't be held responsible
for Mother Nature.

Well, we won't be serving food,

free or otherwise,

unless we have
a place to eat it.

I'll be back.

Okay.

Go get half our hands
from the south pasture.

What about the cattle?

Ah...

We'll lose some, but...

we'll have feed for the rest.

No need.

Figure we'll finish
putting up this fence

by the end of the week.

I'd figure you're right.

Jeremiah decided to stay.

Well, I wish him the best.

I want the best
for the lot of you.

We know that, boss.

Let's get to it.

Who's that lady
with Mrs. Quinn?

Whoa. Whoa.

Rebecca. Sarah.
Meet Phoebe Taylor.

Glad to know you.

I hear you
took on the ramshackle.

Anybody who'd go that far
against the grain,

my kinda people.

What about me?

I've always said you're
a sensible businesswoman.

Just don't go soft on me.

Oh, never.
No, it's bad for business.

Phoebe's got waxed canvas
we can use to patch the tent.

At least until we can
repair it proper.

Oh, I don't know
how to thank you.

Thank me?

Hattie said I'd be getting
free meals.

Absolutely. Anytime.

Well, who knows, you might
even enjoy the company.

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

Well, it looks like
we're back in business.

Come on.

Mm.

Remarkable.

Thank you.