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Aw, be careful there, will you?

Look what you're doing.

You know how much we paid for that sign?

Tell us again, we'll haul you up here,

and you can hang it yourself.

Uh, could you help me over here?

Oh, careful, fellas. The doorframe's still wet.

Brian!

"It is the custom to conduct rehearsal supper

on the evening of the third day prior to the wedding.

The size of the wedding party

will determine both the seating plan and the menu.

There.

Aw, that lace is just coming along perfect.

It's gonna look so beautiful across your shoulders.

Colleen, will you please read that part again

about the rehearsal supper?

That really isn't necessary, Grace.

Oh, no sirree.

This is gonna be the grandest wedding

that Colorado Springs will ever see.

You bet.

It's just, Sully and I appreciate your enthusiasm,

- but -- - Enthusiasm?

Why, this is the most excitin' thing

that's ever happened to the town.

What, with the train coming

in 3 days and then your wedding a week later...

It's just that grand isn't really

how Sully and I pictured --

Oh, speaking of pictures, here.

Come, sit down.

I want you to take a look at these necklines.

Now, what do you think about this one?

I love this one.

'Course, this one's beautiful too.

I love the way that it looks in the back.

Isn't it grand?

Sure, if what you want's a train rolling into town.

Of course that's what we want.

Sully's got more on his mind than trains about now.

That's right, Jake.

Sure it is.

Like a wedding night, for instance?

Well, I'm betting on a baby brother.

Brian.

Colleen wants a baby sister, so we made a bet.

What's on my mind, Jake,

is asking Robert E. here if he can fix my bucksaw.

Broke the blade.

How'd you do that?

What's wrong with Sully?

Think he'd be happy to finally get to...

Hank.

I think this discussion can hold.

It's all right, Reverend.

Ma told us about the birds and the bees.

I doubt she told you Hank's version.

Well, speaking of bets, I'm ready to wager that Sully

don't go through with it.

That's plain crazy.

Well, he don't sound too keen to me.

He's feeling bad.

Wanted Cloud Dancing to be his best man,

but since Washita...

General Custer killed Snowbird

and my friend No Harm.

Killing braves is one thing.

Killing women and children's another.

Well, still putting odds at 2 to 1.

Any takers?

"At all weddings of any pretension,

usher's cards...

are used to avoid the church

being filled with sight-seeing strangers."

I'm sorry, there's something I must do.

Sorry.

Dr. Mike's just feeling a little low

because Grandma's not coming.

Oh, well, who can blame her?

Imagine, a mother not coming to her own daughter's wedding.

What about the rest of her family?

Sounds to me like Grandma rules that roost.

Won't be, uh, the same without Cloud Dancing.

He's my best friend.

Still no word from your family?

The same without them, either.

I'm afraid not.

I'll be your family.

I'll be your best friend.

Ingrid?

It is a fine house.

Yes, it is.

Ingrid, what's wrong? What is it?

We will never have a house.

Matthew's always too busy with his cattle

to finish the building.

Well, Sully's offered to help him,

but Matthew always seems to have a reason not to need it.

Always excuses.

He's stubborn with pride.

He tries to prove he is a man.

When he already is one.

Yeah.

All done.

Good job, Brian.

Sully? Can I be your best man?

Brian, you're too young.

But I'm too old to carry the ring.

Says who?

Mrs. Godfrey.

In the book, it says the ring bearer's supposed to be

from 3 to 8 years old.

See? I'm 10 years old.

Well...

what if you were to carry more than one ring?

Has Mrs. Godfrey said anything about that?

No.

But there's only one ring.

Everybody knows that.

Apparently not everyone.

I've heard of couples exchanging rings.

Is that what you and Sully are gonna do?

Well, we've never discussed such a thing.

We sure haven't.

But that doesn't mean that we can't.

Does it?

Of course not.

I ain't wearin' a ring.

I thought you agreed we could discuss it.

That's right, and we just did.

You didn't even hear my opinion.

Michaela, no matter what it is,

I ain't wearing a wedding ring, so why waste your breath?

Well, discussion implies hearing all views

and then deciding.

Go ahead.

Well...

there are a lot of couples who exchange rings.

Many, in fact.

I haven't only heard of them,

I've met some of them, some of my father's libertist friends.

Libertists?

Free-thinkers.

People who aren't afraid to defy convention.

I'm not afraid.

No, I never said you were afraid.

This isn't going the way that I wanted it to.

No, what you wanted me to do is say yes.

No.

No, I just wanted us to share our thoughts, our feelings.

You've always been there for me, Sully.

You're always heard me out.

Well, if each of us wears a ring,

we're telling the world that we belong to each other,

we're husband and wife,

and that nothing else is necessary to prove that.

What're you gettin' at?

There's nothing that you can't say to me.

You know that.

The rings mean so much more than the name.

Tell me, honestly. How would you feel

if suddenly you had to change your name to Byron Quinn?

The Cheyenne don't change their names

when they marry.

We're not Cheyenne.

We're not gonna settle any of this right now.

Good night.

Two rings, you say?

I don't see what's so much harder about carrying

two rings than one, but you gotta be older.

Sully's going along with it?

Dr. Mike said they hadn't talked it over,

and Sully said they sure haven't.

How did he sound when he said that?

Kind of mad.

Odds just doubled, folks.

What about my bet?

A baby brother or a baby sister?

Heh, think you're putting the cart before the horse.

Mrs. Godfrey's book said,

"The bridesmaids have to be older than 13."

Hmm?

Fifteen's about average,

I'd say.

Fifteen you say, huh?

Yeah. My age.

Oh, Colleen. You must think...

I want you to be a bridesmaid.

You do?

Of course.

But you didn't say anything.

I've been much too preoccupied lately.

Because you've been hoping to hear from Boston?

I suppose so.

Would you do me the honor?

Ain't had enough time to decide yet.

I know.

I didn't come here for any decisions.

I came to talk about Matthew and Ingrid.

- What about 'em? - Well,

apparently Matthew thinks he has to prove his manhood

by building his own homestead all by himself.

Not such a bad idea.

Sully.

Ever since Olive left him her cattle,

he hasn't had enough time to --

Then he should've taken me up on my offer.

What offer?

To take the old homestead.

You offered it to him?

Months ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't see any reason

- to set you going on about it. - Like now?

Is that how you see what I'm doing, going on about it?

A man's gotta make those kind of choices for himself.

So does a woman.

It had better be.

Patience is not one of my virtues.

And I'm expecting a shipment of munitions.

Ah, meanwhile,

place this in full public view.

By mandate of federal law.

Oh, Michaela!

- Go on. - Come on.

Oh, you know how there's a day

you plan on for such a long time,

it gets so you think it's never gonna come?

And then it does.

Dorothy.

I've been meaning to ask.

Would you be my matron of honor?

Oh!

Oh, Michaela.

Dorothy?

What is it?

I could use some advice

from someone who's had experience.

Oh.

Well, don't you worry.

It's as easy as falling off a log.

Remember, I've never... fallen off a log.

Well...

I'll tell you everything I know, for whatever it's worth.

Didn't figure you'd come out to see the train.

I didn't.

Came for somethin' else.

I'm real sorry, Sully,

but I-I-I had to put it up.

It's the law.

Here it is.

Howdy!

Hey, look! It's John!

Who's John?

You know, John who got burned in a train wreck,

and Mom fixed his face.

No kidding.

- Hey, look who it is! - John!

- Hey, how are you? - Good, how are you?

As mayor, it's my privilege to welcome

the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad

to Colorado Springs.

- Yeah! - My munitions, gentlemen.

I should think you'd want to start off on the right foot

by making your deliveries on time.

General Custer,

I think it's only polite that we wait until tomorrow

to unload the freight and get on with the celebratin', don't you?

Why, of course.

Only polite.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the first passenger to travel by train

to our fair town.

Mother.

I was worried that you weren't coming.

Not worried enough to accommodate your own mother's

or your sisters' schedule the slightest bit.

Well, I was told that May 20th was the date

the wedding had to take place.

- Told by whom? - A close friend.

What on Earth was this friend basing such a mandate upon?

Spiritual guidance.

The reverend told you what day you had to marry?

No, well...

Cloud Dancing picked it.

Cloud Dancing?

I should've known.

The whim of some Indian is more important than --

Than a flower show?

And I'll thank you not to refer to him as "some Indian."

An Indian?

And it was not a whim.

He was given a sign.

The important thing is that we've all gathered together

for the wedding of our beloved Michaela and Mr. Sully,

and to celebrate it with joy.

Uhh!

Nobody treats my girls like that, understand?

I didn't mean no harm, man.

Speaking of ladies...

May I?

No, you may not.

Pleased to almost meet you.

That's Hank.

Hank is, uh...Hank.

He's rather charming...

in a provincial sort of way.

He's a pig.

Yes, well -- well, what do you think?

Oh, it looks the same to me.

I mean the sign.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

It was a birthday present from the whole town.

The entire town.

It's very nice, Michaela.

Yes, very nice.

Well, I realize it might not be as fancy as --

May not. And fancy?

Really, Michaela, your vernacular.

What?

You're beginning to sound more like these rustics than us.

Well, your accent's changed somewhat,

but I think it's charming.

Really? No one's said anything.

How would they know?

So, um, what do I sound like now?

Neither here nor there.

Mom!

Luckily, no one's sick enough to be needing a room right now,

so you'll each have your own.

Sick?

These are Dr. Mike's recovery rooms.

Don't worry, we clean them real good.

Well. You clean them well.

Right.

But if anyone comes down with something,

you may have to double up.

I'll save you the trouble.

I'll simply stay at a hotel.

All the way in Manitou?

- Mana-what? - Manitou.

It's 10 miles from here.

It's the nearest hotel.

The rooms are lovely, Michaela.

Especially this one with a balcony, Marjorie.

Stop it!

Michaela.

Children.

I know your sister's never had the sunniest of dispositions,

but something's wrong.

I'm afraid it's true.

It's been over a year since Everett abandoned her.

One would think she'd be feeling somewhat better,

or at least resolved.

Instead, she grows worse by the day,

or bitter by the hour.

Have you any antidote for betrayal, Michaela?

Would it be possible to pick up our freight tomorrow?

Freight?

I brought a few things for the wedding.

Few things?

As much of Boston as would fit into a freight compartment.

And some that wouldn't.

I've ordered a string quartet from Denver.

- But Mother... - No buts.

I didn't come all this way not to do this wedding properly.

China.

Silver.

Crystal, linens,

trow-su...

- Trousseau. - Trousseau.

Bridal party attire and wedding gown.

Mother.

Oh, it's just divine.

Mother had it made in London.

The tails as well.

It's nice of you to go to all this trouble, Mrs. Quinn.

Michaela and I got our own plans.

I'm gonna go check with Horace,

see where he can keep all this till the wedding's over.

Over?

But these things are the wedding.

A wedding isn't about things, Mother.

Have these crates delivered to the church, please.

But, uh, the...

They belong to me.

Yes, ma'am.

They're probably at Grace's for lunch.

We could talk to Horace there.

I'm sorry, Sully. Please try not to overreact.

What?

Custer made Horace put that up yesterday.

Sergeant. Come quickly.

General George Armstrong Custer at your service.

Marjorie, Rebecca.

We've just traveled all the way from Boston

for Michaela's wedding.

You will be attending, of course?

Of course.

I wouldn't dream of missing the social event of the year.

Sir.

Please take care of this munitions order.

You wouldn't happen to know the whereabouts of that Indian,

now, would you, Mr. Sully?

Load up!

Appreciate all the help you gave me on the house, Matthew.

Wasn't nothing.

- You built her yourself. - I guess mostly,

but I didn't have anything standing in my way.

I didn't have a herd of cattle to look after.

The way I see it,

that herd's just gonna keep getting bigger and bigger,

taking up more of your time.

I can't take the old homestead, Sully.

Matthew.

You'd be doing me a favor.

I don't wanna see it go to ruin.

You don't understand.

It's too big a gift.

Well, this herd wasn't too big a gift.

She died.

What do I gotta do, die in order to give it to you?

No.

Don't even joke like that.

Then just think about it, at least.

All right?

Come on.

They're there.

Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

- Isn't it wonderful? - Oh, it's absolutely charming.

It's larger.

What a beautiful view, Michaela.

Yes, isn't it?

Well, I agree with Mother.

It's the same as the other cabin, only somewhat larger.

No, it -- it's, oh, it's so much more than that.

There's --there's two stories, three fireplaces and more rooms.

The indoor plumbing...

What, this?

With all due respect, this is a latrine.

It's not a sewer system.

- But this is not Boston. - Precisely.

That really is the point, Michaela.

This is a lovely home for Colorado Springs.

That, we can all agree on, can't we?

Of course.

It's lovely.

- Good night. - Good night, Michaela.

I asked Matthew to wait outside with the kids.

We've gotta talk.

Actually, I gotta talk.

First, my name wasn't good enough.

Now -- now our house ain't good enough.

I saw how you turned and --

and you looked at it through their eyes.

I have heard more than I ever wanted to

about Boston and Colorado Springs.

Where you live is in here.

What I wanna know is when are you gonna start

looking at the world through our eyes?

Where you going?

There's something I gotta do.

I don't know why I waited this long.

Sully?

I believe everyone's met.

- Hello. - Hello.

Oh, it's so nice to see you all again.

And I understand you're doing the catering.

- The food. - Oh, yes, ma'am.

- Here's the menu. - Mother.

Grace has a perfectly lovely dinner planned.

What's this?

Lace.

It's going all over Michaela's wedding dress.

You can stop worrying about a wedding dress

this very minute.

Well?

Stunning.

Of course it is.

And will you look at that skirt?

And the train is 6 feet long.

Well, I've always liked long trains on wedding dresses.

What about these puffed sleeves?

Aren't they just delicious?

Oh, actually, the -- the top

is a little bit too flouncy for my taste, and...

Well, I-I do miss the lace.

And there's a groom's tuxedo

and bridesmaids' dresses, ushers' suits, and of course,

a lovely matron of honor's dress for Rebecca.

But...

Oh, Mother, I believe Michaela already has a matron of honor.

- I don't mind. - Oh, but...

No, really, Michaela.

Your Ma is right. It's tradition.

And that wedding dress...

Oh, nothing we can make could ever compare to that.

- Well, that's not true. - Yes, it is,

and we all know it.

You, secure Mr. Sully's horse.

Move out!

I have missed my brother.

You will marry soon.

Yes. That's not why I come.

A good marriage is one of the most important things

a man can make in his lifetime.

We are the lucky ones.

We found women strong enough to carry the weight

of a good marriage.

That you will find happiness with a wife,

this reminds me of the happiness I had with Snowbird.

Think of her often?

I do not. I do not have to.

She fills me.

That is why I no longer need this.

This was my wedding shirt from Snowbird.

You must wear it for us on your wedding day.

I wanted you to be my best man.

After all that has happened,

I often wonder if I'm still a man at all.

You're 1,000 times the man Custer is, Cloud Dancing.

He's put a bounty on your head.

I no longer ride with the dog soldiers.

I do not have the heart for their bloodshed.

I am alone and no harm to anyone.

Because you're a leader, a medicine man.

If Custer is meant to kill me,

- I cannot stop it. - You can run.

Go as far away from here as you can.

One cannot run from fate.

I will be this best man for you.

No, it's too dangerous.

You just lost me my prey.

No, Mr. Sully.

You just lost me mine.

The salmon mousse is slipping.

The souffle is falling.

The ice is melting.

My rehearsal supper wouldn't have been

slippin', fallin' or meltin'.

As soon as Sully comes, you will tell him yes, yeah?

- If Sully comes. - Thank you, Jake.

I didn't say that.

Well, did I tell you, you look beautiful tonight?

No, you've been to busy fawning over Mrs. Quinn.

Now, hold on there young lady.

Oh, that's the nicest thing you've said all week.

Would you like some?

You don't look so good.

I mean, you look beautiful, but kind of out of sorts.

You're burning up.

Let's get you some cool air.

Here, drink some. Drink it.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I got people waiting on me gonna worry.

I could just kill you now, be done with it.

But you won't.

- No. - No.

Because you've been doing

a little too much of that lately.

People got their eye on you, people in high places.

But I can still kill your friend.

You could.

But then I'd have to kill you.

Well -- well, now, you've amused me, Mr. Sully.

And for that, I'm gonna set you free.

What about my horse?

Well, come now.

You've got a reputation to protect.

You're the mountain man who doesn't need things

like guns and horses, isn't that right?

Oh, yes. That's right.

You better go now before I change my mind.

Don't worry, he'll be here.

You don't understand.

Sully left two nights ago, and he was angry with me.

I can't blame him.

I let Mother barge in here and take over everything,

made demands on him that may be impossible.

I wouldn't blame him if he changed his mind.

I wouldn't blame him if he never came back.

Whoa.

You're late.

I trust you had a good breakfast at Grace's.

It was, as they say, hearty.

Well, we'd better hurry.

I take it you've heard nothing from Mr. Sully.

He must have been unable to get word to us.

In fact, I'm worried that something

may have happened to him.

Oh, something did indeed happen.

I mean to Sully.

I mean to you.

- You were stood up. - Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Sully would never do that to Mom.

Yeah. He loves her.

I'm afraid love has nothing to do with it.

There are simply some men who,

when faced with the final commitment,

leave women standing at the altar.

He did not leave me standing at the altar, Mother.

At least he had the good grace not to wait

until your wedding day.

Stop jumping to conclusions.

I'm simply trying to protect you from further humiliation.

You can't actually plan to proceed.

I plan to find out what happened to him.

He may be hurt. He may need my help.

Why would he have left in the first place,

unless what Mother is saying is true?

He must have his reasons.

Even if he was one of those men, like Grandma said,

he would never just run away.

- Paul ran away. - You see?

Even a child is being more sensible than you,

Michaela.

Face it.

Your Sully was never a suitable choice for a husband.

Since when are you an expert on choosing husbands?

I know Sully would never run off and leave me for some trollop.

Ah!

Now, come along, children.

Come on!

Better let me talk to her.

I beg your pardon.

Marjorie and me, we understand each other.

Oh, really?

Well then perhaps you can explain

why she's always so vile to me.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

You can?

First of all, it's as plain as the nose on your face.

She's jealous of you.

Always has been.

She had all the boyfriends.

And where'd it get her?

Jilted and sick.

Sick?

I guess you're too close to see, Doc.

What are you talking about?

The fever and stomachaches that come and go,

I seen it in my girls plenty of times, Michaela.

That husband left her with more than anybody suspects.

Leave me alone.

No, I won't.

It seems you've had too much of being left alone.

Save your pity.

It's not pity.

Feeling fairly alone myself at the moment.

I came here to give you this.

What is it?

Flax seed.

I want you to drink a tea brewed from it

several times a day until the infection subsides,

and I'll give you an injection of silver nitrate.

It's usually all that's necessary.

In any case, it is curable.

I kept meaning to go to Dr. Kedritch.

I understand. But it's not your fault.

Everett gave it to you.

Everett.

- Marjorie, can't we talk? - Look,

- if you want me to apologize... - No.

- For slapping you, I apologize. - No, I meant...

You want me to thank you for giving me this, well, thank you.

I didn't come here because I want apologies or thank yous,

I came here because...

I want us to be friends.

Perhaps even sisters.

Oh, Michaela.

I hope Sully does come back.