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Whoa.

You finally decided to come home.

I'm sorry I'm late, Pa.

How long does it take a body to drive to Virginia City and back?

Pa, I hurried, I promise.

Hurried, honest, I did.

Now, just one minute.

Now, what are you so all-fired busy about?

I ain't busy, Pa, nothing.

Well, did you bring the mail?

Yes, sir, it's out there on the buckboard.

Did that letter arrive from Carson City?

Gee, I reckon, Pa, I-I didn't even look.

What's that?

It's just a little something I had up in the room.

If you don't mind, Pa, I got to be going.

Wait a minute, you just got home.

I got to go see somebody, Pa.

Hoss, may I remind you, we're shorthanded,

your brothers are away?

I'll be back, I'll be right back.

"I'll be back, I'll be right back."

Is it all right if a father knows where his son is headed,

or is that too much to ask?

No, sir.

First of all, I'm going over to the Tyree place.

Pa, he's a friend of mine.

- Yes... - He ain't always been like he is, Pa.

I remember one time you said, you said,

"I'm proud to have a man like Wade Tyree for a neighbor."

Yes, that's true, and we all tried to help him,

and he's in love with a whiskey bottle.

If that little gal from back East hadn't jilted him

and married that other feller... Oh, Hoss,

is that any excuse for a grown man?

Doesn't that prove he's a weakling?

Pa, Wade Tyree ain't a weakling.

He was crazy about that little gal.

He'll get back on the right road.

Oh, and you're the Good Samaritan

who's going to help him out of the ditch.

Pa, I remember one time, you and me worked

a half a day with a block and tackle

pulling a maverick steer out of a ditch.

I figure Wade Tyree is at least as good as a maverick steer.

Giddap.

Whoa.

Hey, Wade.

Wade.

Hey, Wade.

Wade... Wade.

You all right?

You're acting mighty leisurely

for a man that's got so much to do.

How come you ain't out working?

I'm a drunk, Hoss, and drunks don't have to work.

It's empty and I'm still sober.

Wade, I've been trying to tell you for months,

that boozing just ain't gonna get it.

Oh, but you're wrong, Hoss.

It keeps everything nice and hazy,

and that's just the way I like it.

Aw, come on.

Probably find you another gal one of these days,

fall in love, might even marry her.

No, I'll never make the same mistake again.

Well... I can't hang around here all day.

I just thought I'd drop by

and see if you needed anything from town.

What would I need in town?

Unless maybe you can find me a greenhorn

that I could sell this place to for a few dollars.

Stage just came in.

You want to go and check it?

No, I'm not likely to find that greenhorn.

You won't buy me any booze and everybody else knows I'm broke.

I might buy you a drink.

You would?

Yeah, sure,

but I ain't gonna go in there with you looking like that.

You need a shave.

Go on.

Oh, yeah.

Well... I guess I could shave for a drink.

Whoa.

Let's go over here to the hotel a minute.

I got some business.

I thought you said we's going to have a drink.

Will in a minute; first I got some business.

Come on over and help me with it.

Well, let's, let's have a drink first.

We'll get it in a minute, now, come on.

- Who's that? - That's a little gal

I met on the stagecoach this morning.

Now, come on over and say hello to her.

- Oh, I don't want to... - Come on, come on.

- Hi, Bonnie. - Oh, you're back, Mr. Hoss.

Yeah, I told you I would be, and I brought a good friend of mine.

This here is Wade Tyree.

- Say hello, Wade. - Hello.

Oh, here comes Mama.

Hey, what's this all about, Hoss?

Well, nothing to get excited about.

It's just a lady and a little girl

I met on the stagecoach this morning.

Will Jeffries was supposed to pick them up here.

Jeffries.

What kind of a woman would want to meet that polecat?

Well, I don't know.

But she came all the way from Illinois.

- Now, shh, shh, shh. - Illinois...

Mr. Cartwright, I'm so glad to see you again.

Hi, ma'am, I hope I wasn't too long.

No, no, I've been resting in my room.

The trip was more tiring than I had realized.

Didn't seem to get little Bonnie down too much.

Mr. Hoss, is that a real Indian?

He sure is.

Come on over here and sit down.

Oh, excuse me, Miss Hinton, this is a good friend of mine,

an old and dear friend... Wade Tyree.

Wade, Miss Hinton.

How do you do, Mr. Tyree?

Hello, ma'am.

Mr. Cartwright, didn't you find Mr. Jeffries?

Well, ma'am, Wade and me were just talking about Jeffries.

Were you a friend of Will's, Mr. Tyree?

Uh, me? No, ma'am.

Uh, are you a relative of his?

Well...

to tell the truth, I came out from Illinois

to, to marry him.

Mr. Tyree, do you...?

Mr. Jeffries ain't in town, ma'am.

Well, then, where is he?

Uh, he...

well, well, he, uh, he left town last week, uh...

Uh, he, uh...

Well, well, he, he married a widow with money,

moved to California.

Mommy, how are we going to marry him if he moved to California?

Hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, Bonnie.

Uh, Mr. Jeffries ain't a man to be trusted, ma'am, never was.

But he wrote to me, I have his letters.

Well, you see, I met him back in Illinois last year.

We've been corresponding ever since.

Well, I sold everything we had,

sent him the money to buy us a little farm.

What are we going to do?

Uh, well, I-I don't know.

Uh, there's a stage leaving for back east tomorrow.

I can't go back.

Even if I had the money, I can't or I won't.

Well, under the circumstances...

Mr. Tyree, I came from a small Midwestern town.

Everybody knows everything about everybody else.

Now, I won't go back there and be snickered at or clucked over.

Yeah, well, I... certainly understand, ma'am.

I-I sure am sorry, uh...

Look, there's something I got to take care of.

I'll, uh, I-I'll see you later.

Uh, excuse me, please.

Bonnie, you take real good care of your mommy.

I'll be back in a minute, ma'am.

♪♪

Hardly ain't a time to be boozing, Wade.

Get away from me, you...

Look, I know what you're trying to do, and forget it.

Besides that, you promised me this drink.

Yep, sure did... if you wanted it.

Well, I want it.

No, you don't,

not when there's folks in trouble.

Well, they ain't my folks.

Hit me again, Sam.

Wade, don't do it.

Hit me again, Sam.

- Wade... - Now, look, climb out of my hair, Hoss,

I want to get drunk all by myself.

You can't afford it, Wade.

Think about that poor little gal in there.

Hoss, will you go away?

I ain't no nursemaid.

No, no, you ain't.

You're a man, Wade,

and you can't force a man to do something he don't want to do.

Well, that's for sure.

There's something else for sure.

Those folks have got to have a roof over their head.

I'm gonna take 'em out to the Ponderosa.

The least you could do is give me a little bit of help.

Well, all right.

Promise me you'll drop me by my place first.

Come on.

Whoa.

Well, here it is... Wade's place.

Ain't it nice?

Oh, it's nice, Mommy, it's nice.

- Yeah. - Yes, yes, it is, dear.

Just like I told you, ma'am,

lot of nice families and big ranchers

have come from homesteads just like this one.

- Right, Wade? - Well, plenty of 'em fail, too.

Well, not if they had the right folks working on 'em.

Uh, hadn't you ought to get started?

It's getting kind of late.

Probably have one of the biggest, nicest places

in this whole part of the country.

I don't know whether it's what you had pictured

in Illinois or not, but...

Uh, Mr. Cartwright, I do hope

you don't think I'm the sort of person who would just...

Oh, no, ma'am, no, ma'am. I just thought

that you might be a little disappointed or something.

Uh... it's getting kind of late.

Yeah, I reckon we had, Wade.

We'll see you tonight at dinner.

Wade's coming over to the Ponderosa for dinner tonight.

Uh, uh, I got things to do, Hoss.

- I... - Why, Wade,

you mean you don't want to have dinner

with Miss Abigail here and little Bonnie?

Oh, no, I didn't mean that. Uh...

Good. See you at 8:00, Wade. Giddap.

Bye, Mr. Tyree!

Mrs. Hinton, this is my pa, Ben Cartwright.

Welcome, Mrs. Hinton.

My son and I are very happy to have you both here.

Well, I do hope this isn't an imposition, Mr. Cartwright.

Your, uh, your son assured us it would...

Hoss was perfectly right.

Now, I know you've had a long journey.

You must be exhausted. Would you like to rest before dinner?

Well, yes, I am rather weary; I'm afraid we both are.

Why don't I show you up to your room.

Uh, Hoss, why don't you let Hop Sing do that?

- All right. - This way, missy.

- Fine. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Well, what do you think of 'em, Pa?

Hoss, ever since I can remember,

you've been bringing home strays.

Ah, if it wasn't a motherless calf,

it was a stray dog or a stray cat or a bird

- with a broken wing... - Well, Pa,

somebody's got to look after 'em.

Yeah, somebody's got to look after them,

and it always turns out to be you.

Well, Pa, it's me only because I was the one that found 'em.

I found 'em stranded in town this morning

right at the stage; they was just fresh off of it.

Will Jeffries was supposed to have met 'em there.

Will Jeffries?

That woman was coming here to meet that cheap gambler?

Aw, Pa, she didn't know nothing about him.

She didn't know what kind of man he was.

Pa, it'll work out, it'll be all right,

- I promise you. - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Hop Sing.

Hop Sing... a very special dinner tonight.

- And set places for five. - Very special dinner.

Five places. Yes, Mr. Hoss.

- Right. - Wait a minute, Hop Sing.

Two Cartwrights and two Hintons... that makes four.

Do you have a surprise waiting for me outside?

Well, uh, as a matter of fact, Pa, I...

I invited Wade Tyree to dinner tonight.

You invited Wade Tyree?

Thank you, Hop Sing.

Now, just exactly what is that individual

going to contribute

- to your little party? - Now, wait a minute, Pa.

- Wade's sober today. - Ah?

And besides, I... I think Mrs. Hinton might kind of like him.

Oh. She's already met him.

Yeah.

And who was it that, uh, introduced them, you?

Yeah, and they hit it off, just like that, Pa,

- all three of 'em. - Yeah, just like that.

- Yeah. - And now my Good Samaritan friend

is going to have a nice little dinner party for them all here.

Now, you listen to me, Hoss... ♪♪

Mama's crying.

You still want me to turn my back on 'em, Pa?

♪♪

Hey, Bonnie, I'll bet you never tasted any ice cream

as good as old Hop Sing's, have you?

This is scrumptious, Mr. Hoss.

Well, we got a scrumptious cook.

Not scrumptious, Mr. Hoss... Chinese.

- -HOP SING: More ice cream, ma'am?

Um...

no, I-I couldn't eat another bite, thank you.

What's the matter with your appetite, Wade?

Uh, th-that's all I want. Thanks.

Hey, Pa, you know, for a feller

that's only been out here five years,

old Wade has put together a pretty nice place,

hasn't he? Nice herd...

Yes, I-I believe you did mention that.

Yep. Hey, Wade,

you remember Jack Hastings' wedding?

He married this little gal... She was a mail-order bride,

and... oh, excuse me, Pa. Anyhow,

she cried all night the night of the dance. Remember, Wade?

Never thought it'd work out.

Fact is, right now they got one of the nicest places

in the whole country.

Five great, big ol', healthy, strong sons,

and a big herd of cattle.

They're doing fine.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Oh, uh, Bonnie?

Uh, why don't you and I go out in the kitchen

and see if Hop Sing has any more of that scrumptious ice cream.

All right, Mr. Cartwright.

- Wade... - Not a word,

not one single word.

Just leave bad enough alone!

All right.

There's the door over there, Wade.

Why don't you go on out of it?

Go as far as you like; go all the way back

to New Hampshire if you wanna.

But let me tell you something, mister,

everybody needs somebody.

You can't blame me for remembering that

with your bare hands you cleared 160 acres,

built that house, the barn, the corral!

That's all in the past!

Means nothing? Then why didn't you clear out?

Why didn't you go on back to New Hampshire

when that little gal jilted you?

What are you doing still sticking around here?

Whiskey don't do its best

unless you got a home to drink it in!

That's what you want to do,

that's all you want to make out of your life,

you go right ahead and do it.

But you first of all go out there and tell that little gal

that I made a real big bad mistake.

You tell her that you ain't no good for her.

You go tell her that.

♪♪

Ma'am...

it, uh, sure is a pretty night, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

The stars seem so close out here.

I, uh...

I want to apologize for the way Hoss has been talking me up.

I'm sure he means well.

Oh, yeah, Hoss is a good friend.

Well, he hasn't, uh, he hasn't told you everything.

Um... well, the truth is...

before you get any wrong impressions,

well, for the past three months

I've been nothing but a common drunk.

Mr. Tyree, you don't have to tell me all this.

Yes, I do.

I, uh... well, the point is that...

I'm no prize, and...

well, you see, my homestead, it's no mansion.

It sure gets lonely.

People can get lonely anywhere.

Mm.

I suppose Hoss told you about...

that girl I had back East I had my heart set on,

supposed to join me out here.

Well, I was wrong.

Sort of makes us two of a kind, doesn't it?

Well, that's what I was thinking.

Mr. Tyree...

exactly what are you trying to say to me?

Well, uh, I been thinking that, uh...

maybe you and your little girl and me...

You mean marriage?

Mm.

But I don't love you, Mr. Tyree.

Right now there's no love in my heart for anybody.

Me, neither... but you, uh, can't go back.

You've never seen the inside of my cabin.

It's fixed up real pretty, for a bride.

Well... I don't know what to say.

That...

mail-order bride Hoss was talking about

at the dinner table, is...

- is that true? - Yeah, it sure is.

Out here in this country,

we don't have time for courtship and such.

I've seen a lot of those mail-order weddings

that have worked out pretty good.

♪♪

You know so many tricks, Mr. Hoss.

Yes, sir. And I learned every one of 'em from Hop Sing.

Only Hop Sing do them all right way, not wrong way.

Let me show you another one.

You take the handkerchief and you fold it over like a diaper.

Uh... Mr. Cartwright?

Yes, Wade?

Well, uh...

Abigail and me got something we'd like to tell you and Hoss.

Uh, yes, we're, um...

we're gonna be married.

That's great, Wade! Congratulations!

- You son of a gun! Ha! - Best wishes to you.

- Congratulations. - Thank you, sir.

Mr. Tyree, are you gonna be my daddy?

Uh, it, uh... sure looks that way, Bonnie.

Hey, Wade, got something here for you.

Well, I'll be doggone.

Where'd you get this?

I... threw it away three months ago.

I figured the time would come when you'd be needing it again,

so I been hanging on to it for you.

♪♪

Having troubles?

Oh, Hoss, I'm so glad to see you.

How are you, Miss Abigail?

Oh, I don't know, it seems to take me forever.

Well, we'll soon remedy that.

Stand right over there.

Where's that husband of yours?

Well, he went into town

to cash the bank draft for our cattle.

- Done sold 'em, huh? - Mm-hmm.

The ones that got through the winter.

Better than market prices, too.

He sell 'em to that Denver buyer he was telling me about?

I don't know, Hoss,

I'm afraid I'll never learn to chop wood.

What's the matter, ma'am?

You worried about making the change from a city gal

to farm wife?

Oh, you're right, I am worried.

Oh, Hoss, it's a hard country

and it's pretty lonely.

Yeah, it is for everybody at first though, Abigail.

Couples newly together, it's even more so.

First, you've got the discovery of each other,

after a time, you begin to look for...

a sign, something...

a yardstick to measure your partnership by.

For us, Wade and me, there's not much to show.

We lost a lot of cattle and we...

oh, I don't know, the whole thing's a mess.

Now, listen here.

Don't you start blaming yourself for a hard winter.

Wade ain't made no complaints about you, has he?

Oh, no.

Oh, no, Hoss, Wade's a good man.

He's provided for Bonnie and me.

It's just that...

has taken a lot out of him. I can see that.

You know what I think?

What?

I think you're just making worries for yourself.

Maybe...

but I can't forget something, Hoss.

Marrying me, for Wade that was like a shotgun wedding,

and no man likes that feeling, does he?

I reckon not.

You said, he got better than market price for his cattle.

Now everything can't be all bad then, can it?

Maybe you're right.

Hoss, how would you like to have dinner with us

and help us celebrate, huh?

I'd be right proud to, Mrs. Tyree, if you'll let me earn it.

Gladly.

♪♪

Hey, hello, Wade. We been waiting for you.

Hoss is going to have dinner with us, help us celebrate.

Where's my bottle?

I put it away.

Then get it. I want it.

All right.

Abigail said she thought you'd come home a rich man.

Oh, shut up, Hoss.

Here, give me that.

Well, I reckon I'm entitled to that.

That's my whole winter's pay... a bottle of rotgut.

That Denver buyer gave it to me

to seal the bargain.

Something's wrong, Wade, what is it?

I gave away my cattle, that's what's wrong.

I pull them through the worst winter we've ever had,

through blizzards and fighting wolves,

and then, then I give them away.

That Denver cattle buyer swindled you, huh?

There ain't enough money in the bank to cover that draft.

Oh, Wade.

Well, can you get the cattle back?

I told you they're gone. No. we can't get 'em back.

Wait a minute, that's nonsense.

All we got to do is get a judge and get some papers.

Well, where do you think I've been all this time?

That Denver buyer sold the cattle to somebody else

and then skipped town.

Judge says all I can do is sue him, but you know

how long, and how much money that'll take.

- Oh, Wade, Wade... - Wait a minute.

Well, Hoss...

Miss Abigail, it ain't all that bad. Wait a minute.

Wade, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll stake you again, and I'll get Pa

to give you some stock.

I don't want your stock. You've done enough.

In fact, this whole miserable thing is your fault.

My fault?

Yeah, if you'd left me alone that day

and let me go out and get dead drunk

and flat broke, I might have

hired out for $30 a month and found.

No more homesteading, no more worries.

Instead, thanks to you, I got a woman and a child

I don't even want, and can't even feed.

That's about enough, Wade.

He didn't mean that, Miss Abigail.

I promise you he didn't mean it.

Sometimes when a feller...

gets cheated or chiseled he... well, he...

he just didn't mean it, that's all.

Wade... Oh, I don't want to listen, Hoss.

Six months ago you told me if I didn't give up drinking,

I'd wind up with nothing.

Well, I did quit drinking and I still got nothing

except a family I can't support.

And that's exactly why you ain't gonna to give up.

You know it.

Nothing I do turns out right.

Look, Wade, ranching ain't the only way to make a living

off the land.

If you'd plant a crop right now,

you'd have it ready for harvest by the fall.

What kind of crop?

Vegetables.

Vegetables? What kind of vegetables?

Any kind of vegetables... sweet corn.

Potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce, cabbage...

anything that you could sell to the restaurants in town.

Look, look, Wade,

I'll buy the seed for you...

and I'll help you plant it.

Wade, you can't give up now.

Guess I do owe Bonnie and Abigail something.

All right, Hoss, I'll take you up.

Nothing else I can do.

Come on.

Hey, Pa.

Hmm.

- Need some help? - Where have you been?

I've been back over at the Tyree's place.

Again?

Put your weight on that.

Set her down.

Hoss... how long is this going to go on?

First, you give them the seed and then you plant the crop.

How long is this gonna go on?

Pa, you yourself told me

that a neighbor was supposed to help a neighbor.

That's right. What're you going to do?

You going to harvest the crop for them, too,

and then sell the crop for them?

I already have, Pa.

I talked to the Silver Dollar Restaurant in town

to contracting all his fresh produce.

Pa, I promised him I'd help him harvest it.

I can't just let him down.

If there's gonna be any harvest.

Well, he's got a good crop, Pa.

Hoss...

we haven't had a drop of rain hereabouts

in over a month.

Doesn't look as if we're going to have any.

I've seen dry spells before.

They can be pretty disastrous.

Well, it'll rain.

It's gotta.

♪♪

Wade... What do you want?

We brought you some water.

Here, take some.

You?

No.

Oh, it's so hot.

Dry.

It's the worst summer I've ever seen.

Isn't there a chance of rain?

Look at that sky, there's not a rain cloud up there,

just that sun beating down day after day.

I don't think it'll ever rain again.

Hoss Cartwright says...

I don't care what Hoss says...

crops die without water.

There's nothing else I can do here.

Let's go back to the house.

Mama, Mama, come look.

Look, Mama.

Ho! Ho.

How about some water?

I got tired of waiting for the rain,

decided we'd do a little irrigating.

Too late, Hoss, it won't work.

Ain't got time to argue with you, Wade.

- Will you tell him, Abigail? - Wade...

We can't let the crops die.

Come on.

Give me your hand, sweetie.

There we go. Whoopsy daisy.

We'll be out in the corn fields

if you change your mind, Wade.

Giddap, giddap. Hyah.

♪♪

Thank you, Hoss.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Abigail, why don't you slow down a little bit?

You're pushing yourself way too hard.

I can't, Hoss.

Well, that's the end of it.

I reckon I'll have to ride back

to the Ponderosa and get some more.

And then what?

You know as well as I do, Hoss,

it'll take a rain to save this crop.

- Now, you listen to me. - Mama! Mama!

Mama, please!

Mama! Mama, please! Please!

I'll take her to the wagon.

No, don't touch her.

Get away. Don't touch her.

You don't want us. You hate us.

You hate us, and I hate you.

Come on, honey.

Take Miss Abigail on back to the house.

- I'll go get the doctor. - Yeah.

Well?

Well, the doctor's in there looking at her now.

He told me to wait out here.

How's Bonnie?

She's asleep now. I covered her up.

Look, Wade, you're dead on your feet.

Why don't you get some rest?

You're going to need it for tomorrow's work.

I'll get the water over here first thing in the morning.

What for? I don't care anything about that crop now.

Don't you talk like that.

Dad-gumit, you got... you got me,

you got anything I got.

Money, my two hands.

You know you can depend on me.

Oh, I've been a rotten husband, Hoss,

and a worse father.

I gave everything I had to this place,

and gave them nothing.

That Bonnie... she hates me.

That child just hates me.

That ain't so.

She didn't mean what she said.

She was just riled up.

Little young'un was dog tired.

Well, Doc?

Your wife needs rest, Tyree, but she's in no danger.

Well, what seems to be ailing her?

Working out in the sun too long?

That didn't help any.

Anyway, you can go see her now.

Thanks, Doc.

Look... Doc, is there anything I can do?

Well, I doubt

if Mrs. Tyree will get the rest she needs here.

Not with that little girl to take care of.

Yeah. Yeah, I could take 'em out to the Ponderosa.

At least she wouldn't have

to do any housework or cooking out there.

It's certainly advisable, Hoss.

I'll see you.

Right.

You, um, gave us quite a scare.

I'm sorry.

She's, uh, kind of all worn out.

Poor baby.

You know, Abigail, uh, this is no place for a young kid.

Truth is, I've been thinking.

Wade?

Yeah?

I'm going to have a child.

Wade?

Company all bedded down for the night?

Yeah. Little one's sound asleep.

She's all tuckered out.

Hmm.

What about Abigail?

Sitting up, feeling better.

Wants to talk to Wade.

Oh.

You know where he is?

Mm. By the barn.

What about his crop?

Oh, I think... I think we could probably save enough of it

that he could scrape by, maybe.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

You know, we'd all be happy to pitch in,

but, uh... it's his decision.

Yeah, I know, but it seems like that...

That... Remember what I said.

Hoss?

Wade, Abigail wants to talk to you.

Oh, good.

Look, I, uh... I want you to come along with me

and hear what I got to tell her.

What are you going to tell her?

Well, never mind.

Just come on along, will you?

Are you feeling any better?

Uh... Abigail I got something I want to tell you.

I've got something I want to tell you.

Well, let me finish.

I want to tell you this

while I got it all straight in my mind.

And I want Hoss to hear it, too.

Abigail, uh,

well, you, uh, married the wrong man.

It's as simple as that.

Like I was telling Hoss, I... I've been a poor husband

and a worse father,

and I don't blame Bonnie at all for hating me.

Oh, now, come on, Wade.

You know she didn't mean that.

That little gal doesn't hate you.

Oh, she hates me. She hates me.

I... I'll never win her trust again.

Sure you will.

You never lost it.

Did he, Abigail?

What else have you got to tell me, Wade?

Well, I, uh... I know when I'm licked.

I'll call it quits.

But, Wade, wait.

What about your wife and... and little Bonnie?

I'm going to send them back to Illinois.

Well, if that ain't the dangest fool thing

I ever heard of in my life.

I've got my mind made up.

But I'll, uh... I'll still need your help, Hoss.

What kind of help?

I'll need a loan of some money to get 'em back there

and keep 'em going until I can pay for their support.

You figure that's the right thing to do?

I mean, with a new little one coming along, right?

Do I get the money, or don't I?

If that's the way you want it.

That's the only way.

They can... they can go

as soon as Abigail feels like she's strong enough to travel.

Well, I'll have no part of it.

I'm going to wake up Bonnie, and we're going home.

Home?

What do you mean... the house?

What other home do we have?

Well, Abigail, there's nothing there.

Crops are dying,

there's no cattle, there's nothing.

Oh, Wade, all your hopes and dreams... they're there.

Well, that homestead's as much mine now as it is yours.

If you choose to-to leave, then go.

But I'm not quitting. I'm staying.

I'll get Bonnie.

That's the way to talk, Abigail.

I'll be out there to help you all I can, too.

Oh, no, you won't, Hoss Cartwright.

I don't want another favor from you ever, do you understand?

Abigail, what are you talking about?

I think you know what I'm talking about.

You've cut my husband down to nothing

with your interference, forcing your help on him.

Forcing it?!

Yes, I said, forcing it.

Well, just remember this, Hoss Cartwright.

You're not going to do that to Wade Tyree's wife and children.

We're going to make that homestead work.

Why, Wade built that house with his own two hands.

He-he cleared and plowed our land

without your help, and I...

I guess we can do it, too.

Abigail, I...

Wait a minute. You let my wife talk.

Yes. He's no doormat for anybody.

He can stand on his own two feet. He doesn't need

you or... or anybody else

to-to prop him up.

You're doggone right.

All I need is my wife and family.

And another thing, Hoss Cartwright. You...

What did you say?

Oh.

I said, all I need is my wife and family.

Oh, Wade, Bonnie loves you.

All she needs is

for you to let her know that you love her.

Go upstairs and wake her up, and... we'll go home.

All right.

What's the matter, son?

People.

I just don't understand 'em.

Confusing.

Strange thing about people.

They wouldn't be much fun any other way.

Rain's coming.

Hoss, it's going to rain.

I had nothing to do with it.

I ain't responsible for this.

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