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Previously on Hope Valley 1874.

I promised myself nothing and no one

could ever take her away from me.

Who would take Sarah?

- Jim's parents. - What?

See?

It just takes a gentle touch.

Settlers are required to get land patents now.

I already own the land, Constable.

Remarkable.

Okay.

- Can I see it? - We're almost there.

Oh, I like it.

Welcome to our new bedroom.

Oh.

I love it.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

All right. Can I bring in my things?

Yes! Go!

Well, it certainly seems to have made her day.

Yeah. Hattie, look at these curtains.

I stayed up all night working on these,

but something's not quite right.

Oh, Rebecca, they look fine.

I don't know, I've got to do all the guest rooms in these,

and if the pattern's not right,

I'm gonna have to start all over again--

Rebecca.

How are you doing?

What do you mean?

Well, you seem a little preoccupied with being occupied.

Oh...

I'm probably just trying to get the boardinghouse in order.

Yeah, but nothing's going on?

Well, uh...

Jim's birthday in a few days.

Probably just distracting myself.

Okay.

The first one since he passed?

Oh, that's pretty hard.

How's Sarah?

I haven't found a way of talking to her about it yet.

She's been so happy.

Um...

Okay, I know exactly where I'm going to put the bed.

Where?

Rebecca... It's here!

Oh!

- Oh! - Let's go see!

- Yes, yes! - Oh, it's beautiful!

Thank you, ma'am.

Do you still want it in the middle?

Yes, I do. Uh, just right- just here.

Um, yes. Over, over, over. Stop.

Ah.

Oh my goodness.

Oh wow, Clayton.

This is where my boarders will start and end their days.

- Us, too. - Us, too.

Oh, Clayton, you truly outdid yourself.

Eh, it was Olivia's design.

Well, we did it together.

Rebecca, the whole place looks so beautiful.

It could be shown in a magazine.

I don't know about that.

I still have to finish all the boarders' rooms and uh,

oh, I've got to make lunch for the mess tent.

Oh, everything doesn't have to happen at once.

It actually does, because I've got to pay Vince

for all the furniture that's on the way.

Mama, don't forget about the mattresses

Jenny and I have been making at the ranch.

Yes, we'll get those today.

When are you taking on boarders?

No time like the present.

Alexander.

You're back.

All is well in my territory. Did you miss me?

We always do.

Oh, right. Welcome back.

Your room is not ready yet, sadly.

I guess I'll just have to take it as is.

Are you sure? Because I haven't been expecting boarders,

so it's not... nice.

Beats sleeping outside.

Besides, I... I like the neighborhood.

Must have a lot of work to catch up on, Alexander.

Actually, I do have a lot of paperwork for you

back at the Trading Post.

Folks are bringing by their applications for land patents.

I'll be right over to pick those up as soon as I'm settled.

Uh, yes, all right. Follow me, I'll show you to your room.

Sarah, are you all right?

Yeah. I...

I just didn't know that policemen would live here.

♪Is there hope in the valley? ♪

♪I, I wanna see it come alive ♪

♪I wanna see you come alive ♪

♪Is a storm in the coming skies ♪

♪I wanna be here when it dies ♪

♪I wanna see hope come alive ♪

♪I wanna see you come alive ♪

All right, here it is.

Just uh, four walls, and a ceiling and floor.

It's perfect.

I hope to have a mattress for you tonight.

A mattress would be grand.

Uh, it was...

Five dollars a week we agreed to.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Oh, this is, um, seven.

Yes. About that. Uh...

My commanding officer has authorized me

to make your boardinghouse my base of operations.

I'm sorry?

If that's okay with you, of course.

It might just mean using your parlor every now and then

for Mountie business, which I try to keep to a minimum.

If the additional two dollars a week isn't enough...

It's fine.

Great. He will need you to sign this contract.

If you're worried

about me bringing danger to your door,

I assure you the whole reason I'm out here

is to protect folks like you and your daughter.

All right, I'll have a look.

But you said there wouldn't be any police in the Northwest.

I- that's what I was told.

I didn't know about them starting an entirely new force.

Now there's a policeman living with us.

He does seem well-intentioned.

But perhaps we ought to be careful how much we say to him

about where we're from.

- So they won't find us? - That's right.

Whoa.

Easy, easy, easy.

We can't afford both of us having broken legs.

Somebody's got to break in this here stallion.

Hey, easy, easy.

I gotta be straight with you, Tom.

I don't got a good feeling about this.

Thunder and I here, we got a bit of an understanding, don't we?

It's gonna be a short, smooth ride.

- If you say so. - Here we go.

Hey, hey!

Woo!

There you go.

That was certainly short. Not exactly smooth.

Very funny.

Okay.

Just take him back. Give him a little break.

- Are you okay, Mr. Moore? - It's like you wanna get hurt.

I tried to warn him.

I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Sarah.

See, Sarah? Only his pride is broken.

- That's a good one. - Can I go find Jenny?

- Yes. - Yes!

But don't forget, we've got to serve lunch at the mess tent.

Okay, Mama.

So what's the secret to breaking a horse, anyway?

Oh, it's just finding common ground.

Ah. Is that just not one of your strong suits?

Clayton tells me you've been putting my lumber to use.

I have, yes.

I'm almost finished with all the rooms in the boardinghouse.

- That's good. - Yeah.

You should be celebrating.

I should be, except that Constable Vaughn is moving in.

Mm. A little too close for comfort.

I just can't believe I moved us all the way out here

to avoid crooked policemen, and now he's making

the boardinghouse into a police station.

Only difference, of course, being that Vaughn is too much

of a by-the-books man to be crooked.

Suspicion breeds suspicion.

Try not to give him anything to be worried about.

Yeah. You're right.

- Mama, look! - Whoa.

We can carry it ourselves!

That's a big load for small fry.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me help you here.

Let me help you here.

- Are you ready? Here. - Yeah.

- I got it. Go. Come on. - All right.

Use your muscles! Use your muscles!

- Man. - What is going on here?

Look at all this water.

Hold up there, big guy.

What's going on?

It's the alfalfa. It's flooded.

The shoots are drowning.

Think it's from the rain?

No.

This water came fast.

It's too much for the soil.

It's coming from the stream.

It's coming from the stream!

- I'll come with you. - No.

You and John go get some ranch hands and start digging

drainage ditches as quick as you can,

or all this work will have been for nothing.

You got it.

Let's save the crop, Nash.

Let's go!

We're going to have to hurry

if we're gonna make soup in time for lunch.

Okay, Mama.

And then I'll go back to the boardinghouse

and keep working on the rooms.

Oh, one, two, three...

Okay.

Mrs. Clarke? I brought you a loaf of sourdough.

Thank you so much, Rachel!

How did you do this without an oven?

In a pot, on our fire pit.

Oh, that must not be easy.

You know, you're welcome to use the oven at the boardinghouse anytime.

I don't mind taking you up on that.

- All right. - I was wondering,

maybe I could keep bringing you sourdough, um...

Maybe I could keep making you sourdough in exchange for meals?

Uh, Lars and I have been saving up to move into your place.

I think that's a great idea.

Should we be reserving you a room?

Lars has been away a lot.

Panning.

It's been um... tough getting him to commit.

Yeah.

I understand.

- Here, let me help you. - Thank you.

You know, I remember after Sarah was born,

Jim went away to war...

And then after, it's uh...

It's hard to be on your own.

We gotta look out for each other.

"Archie Doyle and Tom Moore".

This is going to get ugly.

A dam?

That's right.

Your dam upstream flooded my property, Doyle.

Oh, that wasn't my intent.

Well, what did you think was gonna happen?

Well...

First off, who says this is your land?

- Me. - And second,

that Mounted Police Officer said we could prospect here,

and that's exactly what we're doing.

- You tell him, Pa. - There's nothing you can do.

Actually there is.

I've applied for a land patent

to keep you off my land for good.

Yeah?

I applied, too.

Soon...

this will all be ours.

Sandbags doing anything?

Yeah. Helping to stem the flow away from the field.

Water keeps coming, though.

Doyle's got no right.

Well, the problem is

that Mountie's made him believe he does.

Which is why I got to put a stop to it.

- You want some backup? - No.

I'll handle this one on my own.

Nice work, boys.

All right. I think this is everything.

Coffee, beans...

- Sounds delicious. - Bacon...

Oh! Good morning.

Come on in. I've, uh, made you a plate.

- Much appreciated. - Hi!

Taking you up on your offer to bake bread in your oven.

Oh, fantastic.

Constable, it looks like we'll have fresh bread in a few hours.

Fresh bread? It doesn't get better than that.

Mama, furniture is here!

Oh, he's a week early.

Oh my goodness! Mama, we have furniture!

We have furniture.

You see, that's why I love my job.

People are happy to see me.

I don't get that in my line of work.

Vince, you're early.

Well, I reckon you'd be eager to get a hold of this stuff.

Oh, I am, I just-

I don't have your money all quite together right now.

Well, I hear you're a woman of your word,

so don't worry about it.

Thank you.

- I'll help out. - Great. Okay, yes.

Hey, how about we all pitch in?

- Hello! - Hey.

That can go over there by the door.

- Okay. Okay. - Got it?

Oh, gosh.

Chairs over by the dining table.

You can put that there. And this one goes...

- Whoa! - Are you all right?

Maybe you should have a seat in one of your brand new chairs.

It's all right. I just have to get this finished

so I can get to the mess tent and pay for all of it.

Just- maybe you should take a moment for yourself.

When was the last time you ate?

I'm- I'm all right. Don't worry about me.

Finally.

- Good morning. - Hello.

Have you seen the Constable?

- Yes. He's inside. - Ah. Thank you.

Are you okay?

Yes. I think I just stood up...

Want me to help you?

Oh. Hey, whoa, whoa, Rebecca!

Rebecca?

- What happened? - I don't know, she collapsed.

What's wrong with Mama?

She'll be okay, honey.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Hey.

You all right?

I stood up to fast. I'm dizzy.

Here, I got you.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Take it slow.

Mama.

Oh, sweetheart. I'm all right.

Yeah. Been overdoing is all.

Yeah. Um, thank you, everyone.

We gotta get to the mess tent.

Oh, I don't think that's such a good idea.

Now that you've got a new bedroom,

let's get you where it's quieter.

- Yeah. - Okay?

Here. Come on. Okay.

Hey, Olivia?

Sarah.

Vince delivered a fresh batch of rock candy to the Trading Post.

Why don't we go get some?

Come on.

Well, that's enough excitement for me.

Boys, let's finish here.

I best get to my bread.

Constable, I was actually coming here to talk to you--

Before you say anything, I know about the dual applications.

Great. What are you gonna do about it?

I'm going to review the law and I'll make a determination.

No. You said that all I had to do was file a land patent.

I never said the filing alone would settle the matter.

Oh, for--

Doyle has dammed my stream,

and he's putting my crop in jeopardy.

I need that feed for my cattle this winter,

and I need you to get him off my land.

Mr. Moore.

I'll hold an emergency hearing tomorrow to resolve it.

Good.

Here you go.

No, thank you.

Must have given you quite a fright,

seeing your mama like that.

A little rest and she'll be right as rain.

That's what they said when my papa got sick.

Except he never got better.

That must have been really hard for you.

I know I was really sad when I lost my Pa, too.

I really miss him.

Of course you do.

Papa used to take me on long walks.

And then he'd give me a piggyback ride when I got tired.

That's a beautiful memory, Sarah.

I think about him all the time.

But talking about him makes Mama sad.

Ginger tea. Just like you asked for.

Oh. Thank you.

This will help with the dizziness.

You really need to take better care of yourself.

I will as soon as this boardinghouse is in order.

Sarah's really worried about you being okay.

Well, I'll get up and I'll show her that I'm fine.

Oh, no, she's- she's fine. She's with Olivia right now.

But, Rebecca, distractions only help for so long.

Yeah, maybe- maybe I just need some fresh air.

You know, when you're up for it,

there's something I'd like to show you.

It's my first real nugget.

It's a good one.

Okay, half an ounce.

I can give you $10 for that.

Uh, I-I thought it'd be more.

Ah. Sorry, Lars. It's what it's worth.

Constable.

Tom Moore's still giving me trouble at the creek.

He says you damaged his crop.

Oh, I have just as much right to my livelihood as he has to his.

Your land patent applications cover the same territory.

So tomorrow I'm holding a hearing

to decide whose prevails.

Let me ask you this.

Who filed first?

You did.

So I win.

Doesn't that decide it?

I'll see you tomorrow at the boardinghouse, 10:00 a.m.

I'll be there.

Rachel.

You finished early today! Hi.

Yeah, I uh, made a find. Got ten greenbacks for it.

Lars, that's two weeks rent at the boardinghouse!

What's wrong?

I need to tell you something, Rachel.

What is it?

We can't move in.

The money we have will barely cover food and whatnot.

Oh. We can find more.

In all the time I've been here,

that's the biggest nugget I've found.

If it takes that long again...

It just isn't enough.

I'm sorry.

That I let you down.

All these... promises of striking it rich...

Maybe buying our own farm one day is...

You haven't let me down one bit, Lars Yost.

No?

I followed you out here

because this was our dream.

Now, when you look at me,

you'll always see a failure.

When I look at you,

I see a wonderful husband and father.

And a kind,

hard-working man.

You may have been looking for pay dirt in that stream.

I hit pay dirt the day I married you.

I feel the same about you.

We're gonna figure this out.

Together.

This is stunning.

This is Frank's lucky fishing spot.

I always assumed me and Frank would grow old together, but...

my life changed in the blink of an eye.

Heart attack.

Jim died of pleurisy a week after his last birthday.

Uh...

such a long illness.

And his care and Sarah's well-being naturally

became the most important thing.

It took up all the time, and then...

And then afterward, it just became about keeping Sarah safe.

How long after Jim died

did you start planning this trip to the Northwest?

Weeks.

Rebecca, see, you never had time to grieve.

I heard Sarah talking to Olivia earlier.

I think she'd really love to talk to you about her father,

but she's worried about upsetting you.

Oh, I didn't mean to make her feel that way.

No. No, I...

After Frank died, I tried to be strong for Olivia.

I had to show her and everyone else that I could just carry on

as though nothing had happened, but...

grief has a way of catching up with you,

whether you like it or not.

That is the truth.

So I started coming out here.

To be with Frank.

Mm.

And the memories just made me smile.

He used to sit on that rock and say,

"Oh, honey, have faith. I'm going to catch a big one."

And he'd tell Olivia there were mermaids in the lake,

and there was treasure in the river.

Well, he wasn't wrong about that!

Oh, you're right!

You're right.

But yeah. It helped me get through my grief,

and appreciate the time we actually had together.

Oh, I envy you, that.

Oh, you don't gotta envy me.

You just gotta take some time to feel your feelings.

Give yourself some grace.

Yeah, I guess I can

mend up a boardinghouse until it sparkles,

and that alone won't mend my broken heart.

Come on.

- Thanks, Hattie. - Of course.

Are you sure you're feeling all right?

Yes.

Oh, sweetie, I just...

Sometimes I think I have to do everything at once.

I'm learning my lesson. Slow down.

I was afraid.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure you were.

After the way Papa left us, it must have worried you even more.

You know, tomorrow's his birthday.

I know.

I thought you forgot.

You thought I forgot? I will never--

I will never forget.

He's always going to be a part of our lives.

Yeah.

I just wish I could talk to him

one more time.

I'll tell you what he told me a thousand times.

That being your Papa changed his life.

- He said that? - He did.

And a thousand other wonderful things.

What did he tell you before he left us?

- He said that he loves me. - Mmhmm.

and that I'm kind, I'm smart, and I'm trustworthy,

and that he was grateful for the time

that he had with us.

That's right.

I think it's okay for us to be sad that he's gone, Sarah.

And we can be happy for the time that we had with him.

Yeah.

Oh, I wanna show you something.

I was waiting for the right time to show you

what he wrote to you on the back of this portrait.

"To Sarah,

"you will always be the source of my greatest pride.

"Love, Papa."

You remember this day that we posed for the photograph?

Yeah. Papa kept making me laugh.

He did. He loved making you laugh.

What are some of your other favorite memories of him?

Mmm...

Picking apples in the fall.

Oh, he loved that.

We would go to the countryside and get bushels full.

We ate apple everything.

He loved it. Apple cake, apple strudel...

- Apple pies. - Apple pies.

Who knew pie-making was gonna come in so handy?

I'd really like to leave this photo out

if it's all right with you. - Yeah.

Someplace we can see it every day.

Yeah.

Would you help me with this, Sarah?

Yeah.

Oh. Hello.

Hi. What do you have there?

Just some supplies for Rebecca.

Burning the midnight oil?

I'm preparing for a hearing tomorrow.

Oh.

I have to make a decision about a land dispute.

Police officer and a magistrate all rolled into one.

- Impressive. - Thank you.

It's more out of necessity than anything else.

The fact is, just 300 of us Mounties have been sent out here

to cover almost two and a half million square miles.

Not a lot of magistrates running around,

so they gave us that responsibility, as well.

Have you ever had to make a decision like this?

I just hope I'm up to the task.

Tom Moore and Archie Doyle both got strong opinions

on how this should go.

Well, just remember.

You're the one wearing the uniform.

Oh, Lars, Rachel. What do you got there?

Well, um, we were hoping that you might be able to buy

some of this panning equipment off of us.

We made a decision.

We're, um, we're packing up, and we're moving on.

- Oh, no. - You're giving up prospecting?

Truth is, I was never good at it,

and my family needs a proper roof over their heads.

Well, where will you go?

Uh, we thought we'd try Union City.

Maybe I could, uh, work at the candle factory there.

No, no. Tell you what.

How about I extend you some credit,

and you just stay on a little while longer?

And, Rachel, I could easily sell your delicious sourdough.

We sure do appreciate the offer, but...

it- it's simply not going to be enough for our future.

Well, we'll give you a good price for the equipment.

Yeah.

We're just really going to miss you.

We'll miss you, too.

Oh, can I let you in on a secret?

You've been our favorite prospectors.

Thank you.

All right.

Welcome.

Let's begin.

I've made my decision.

I've made my decision.

That's enough! Settle down, you two.

Let's begin. Okay.

Constable.

What's everyone else doing here?

We all wanted to know if we were going to lose our land

to these Johnny come-latelies.

Oh. Well, take a seat.

- Hey. - Hello.

- Are you feeling better? - Much. Thank you.

Oh, I suppose this concerns all of you as well.

You got that right.

You ranchers aren't the only ones who got numbers.

Looks that way.

Jeremiah.

Not you, too.

Sorry, Tom.

- So am I. - Let's get started.

This is a free country!

We ought to be able to prospect where we want!

Hey, easy on the table!

While you're in my establishment,

you will treat the furniture and each other with respect,

or I'll send you outside.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry.

Tom Moore and Archie Doyle,

the matter at hand concerns the two of you.

So I will allow each of you to make a statement,

and then I will make my decision as to who gets the property.

Mr. Moore, first you.

Look.

I've been working this land over three and a half years

before there was any law in these parts,

and now that there is,

I filed my application.

I poured my soul into this ranch,

and it has taken my blood, sweat and tears.

And the fine folks who live and work here

are counting on me to continue doing so.

There should be no question who it belongs to.

That's all I gotta say.

You should stand, Pa.

I stand for no man.

This rancher thinks he can plant a flag in the ground

and claim everything he sees as his own.

Well, it don't work that way.

My daughter here, she's smart as a whip.

She read a newspaper article about this law.

Go on.

It said that to get a land patent,

you got to be the first person

to file an application for that property.

That's me.

It also says that to file the application

you have to work the land,

which I have done by damming that creek and prospecting,

so, by law,

that property belongs to me.

Well?

I need a few minutes to collect my thoughts.

For... why?

It's the law! It's the law!

He's collecting his thoughts.

Hey!

If things get out of hand while I'm gone,

neither of you will get the property.

- Can he do that? - He shouldn't be able to.

I don't think he can do that.

I don't think he can do that either.

Here we go. Here we go.

I have made my decision.

The new land patent law is clear.

The first to file the application gets the property,

and it is my finding that

Archie Doyle filed his application before Tom.

You have got to be kidding me.

However...

I remember the words of my Commissioner who said

"In a world of right and wrong, uphold what is right."

Tom Moore has been working this land for years,

long before the prospectors arrived.

This new law was targeted at the vast territory

that remains wild, unclaimed. Not a ranch like his.

And is for that reason

that I will be accepting his application and not Mr. Doyle's.

There we go. Eureka! There we go!

So you're saying I can't prospect on the creek,

even though I followed the rules.

Not on the property that I've ruled belongs to Tom Moore.

And you can't do anything to the waterways

that would damage his land either.

And there you go. Get your dam off my property, Doyle.

You should have stood up, Pa.

There are other streams.

Not on his property, but nearby.

But it would take me nearly a day to get to 'em.

There's a thing called an easement.

It allows people to cross another person's property.

Under the circumstances, I'm going to rule that you

also have an easement to get to those streams.

Wait, wait, wait. I thought this ruling

was going to keep him off my land entirely.

Then you thought wrong.

- No. - Yes. And that's it.

Good day to you all.

It still isn't right.

I'm taking this up with your superior.

Go ahead.

On a fast horse it'll take you a week to reach him.

But be my guest.

Now, I think Mrs. Clarke would very much appreciate

having her dining room back.

Dismissed.

This is good news. This is good news.

Well, how do you feel?

I mean, I can't say I'm happy about the fact that Doyle

gets to cross my land, but...

could've gone worse.

Constable Vaughn seems like a fair man

who wants to see real justice done.

Yeah.

It's beautiful, what you've done here.

Thank you.

- Mrs. Clarke? - Hello.

We couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

Leave?

You've been real good to us.

What do you mean? I don't- I don't understand. Why?

It's time to face facts.

I haven't had much luck as a prospector.

I made more working for you.

We'll never forget you.

Wait! Uh...

I have a business proposition for you.

If you stay and run my mess tent,

then you can live here for free, room and board.

- Really? - Really.

I can't continue to run the mess tent and the boardinghouse,

and it's a part time job, so

you can still try your hand at panning for gold.

That sounds too good to be true.

What do you say?

- Yes! - Absolutely! Yes.

Wonderful.

- Thank you, Rebecca. - Yes.

- Thank you. - Thank you, thank you.

All right. Crisis averted.

Go get your things. I'll show you your room.

How's the field looking?

We did it. Alfalfa's gonna be just fine, boss.

Well, that is great work.

Gentlemen, you saved the crop. -Yeah.

Thank you.

I'm forever grateful.

- Just doing our job. - We?

I should say they did.

Pretty useless with this cast.

Don't sell yourself short.

Even with a cast you're my most steady hand.

That should be deep enough.

Pick a good one.

This is for you, Papa.

Happy birthday.

Well, that apple seed will grow into a tree.

And now every time we look out our window and see it,

we'll think of Papa's sweetness,

and his hope for our future.