All language subtitles for The Virginian - 07x02 - Silver Image

[ Hammering ]

[ Wagon Approaching ]

Whoa. Whoa![ Whinnies ]

Mrs. Price. Good morning.Oh. Della.

Uh, there was
a Cattlemen's Association
meeting last night.

I was there
representing Shiloh.

Since you haven't accepted
any individual offers,

some of the ranchers are
thinking of getting together...

and offering to buy your place
at a premium price.

Are you planning to go
into the oil business?[ Chuckles ]

Mrs. Price, Badger Creek
runs right through your place.

It's the main source of water
for this whole part
of the valley.

Now, if oil pollutes
the water up there,

it'll kill our stock and
make this whole range useless.

There's just one test well
on my place.

Yes, but if you sell out
to this fella Carstairs,
there'll be more.

Well, I guess some people
would say that comes under
the heading of progress.

Well, no one's
against progress,

and I guess there's room
for cattle and oil
if it's developed right.

But I talked to this fella
Carstairs a few times and--He seems like a reputable man.

My foreman Spector
trusts him.

Well, I hope you're getting
good advice there, Mrs. Price.

[ Men Shouting ]

Isn't that Spector?And one of your hands.

[ Yells ] Little early
in the day to be gettin'
yourself killed, isn't it?

You've got a problem,
you can talk it out.

I said all I got to say.

He catches fire faster
than a haystack in August.What happened?

I told him we'd drove
some of his strays home. He'd
like to chewed my head off.

He said to keep off
the Price land.

Anybody else would have
bought you a drink
for your trouble.

I guess they're worried about
somebody tampering with that
oil well they got out there.

It's not too popular,
that's for sure.

Mrs. Price still thinkin'
about sellin' out?

Spector's doing
her thinking these days.

Look, do me a favor,
will you?Sure.

You finish your errands,
ride on back out to the ranch
the long way.

And try to stay
out of trouble, will you?But I--

I've got a train to meet.

Morning, Lester.Mornin'.

Where are we?Wyoming.

Hmm.
[ Sniffing ]

What's the smell?Sauce.

For what?Trout.

Sauce, huh?
I was afraid some of Dad's
chemicals had tipped over again.

Mmm.
Get out of there!

Ew!
[ Coughs ]

Too salty.Not as salty
as you are, boy.

Now you get out of here!
And tell your father...

if he ain't out of
that darkroom in two minutes,
I'm throwin' it to the coyotes!

All right. [ Man ]
Don't come in!

Lester says--

[ Together ]
If you're not out of
that darkroom in two minutes,

he's throwing it
to the coyotes.

I'll be right out.

Like the man said,
a thing of beauty
is a joy forever.

Maybe the London Gallery
would be interested in it.Let me see that.

Now, what would
the railroad want
with something like this?

Well, they might put it
on the outside of the cars
to scare off the Indians.

Hmm. You better get
on the outside of this.

We'll be gettin' to
Medicine Bow pretty quick now.

I'm looking forward to that.

Grainger's letters
make the town and Shiloh
sound mighty appealing.

Anything would beat
our last stop.
Lodgepole.

Why'd anybody name
a town Lodgepole?

[ Together ]
Too much salt.All right.

I'll eat it myself
and fix you some cornmeal mush.[ Voices Overlapping ]

"Too much salt."
"Not enough salt."
"Too much salt."

Doggone it!
I wish I could cook a meal and
it'd be appreciated around here.

[ Whistle Blowing ]

I can't understand her
entertaining an offer
from Carstairs.

He's an outsider.
She and Sam,
they were part of this town.

Sam was, Mark.
But I wonder
about her.

I've talked to her a few times.
She's always seemed
kind of distant.

Above us, you mean?No, apart from us.

That's why
an offer from Carstairs
is the same to her...

as an offer
from any one of us.

Well, the fact is,
there's nothing illegal about
her selling to Carstairs,

so there's nothin'
anybody can do about it.

Well, you heard the stories
about places
like Beaumont, Texas,

where they've struck oil?

Yeah.Only one has to say
is "oil."

And before you know it,
the scum and the riffraff
from everywhere come pourin' in.

A tent city pops up
on the outside of town.

Anybody who thinks
he isn't getting his fair share
of the quick money...

turns to stealing, or worse.

Yeah, it can be pretty bad.
How do you stop it
if it's legitimate?

I guess you learn to live
with it. But how do we know
this is legitimate, Mark?

I think I'd better
check up on Carstairs.

You know, I don't like
the way things are shaping up.

I had to break up another brawl
in the saloon last night.

Young Kinsman and
two of the Price hands.

Harper and Spector
had a few words
just a little while ago.

Next, it's gonna be guns.

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

Let me know
as soon as you can, Mark.Yeah, I sure will.

[ Bell Clanging ]

You got all the stuff
together, Jerry?Yes, sir.

Mr. Sheppard?That's right.

I'm the foreman
of Shiloh Ranch.Oh, nice to meet you.

This is my son Jeremy.How do you do?

Hi.Buggy's right over here.

Good.

Hey, mister.

What's this here
"stud-io"?

Well, it's a place to have
your photograph made.

Two poses
for three dollars.

An ideal gift
for your wife
or your loved ones.

Well, it so happens
I ain't got a wife.

Well, I'm not
surprised at that.

And I'll bet
you haven't got
three dollars either.

So what are we
standing here
palaverin' about?

[ Shutter Clicks ]

Beautiful.I'm sorry I couldn't
get away to meet your train.

The last thing we want to do
is interfere with
your work here.

Your father's
quite a man.

Yeah, he's always like that.

He'll get caught up
in some work he's doing
and be lost for days.

I think he's forgotten
I'm alive.
And then he'll look up...

and notice me
all of a sudden
and say, uh,

"You're not gettin'
a proper upbringin'
with all this traveling.

You belong in a good school,
and the next stop,
I'm gonna inquire about it."

Two minutes later,
he's forgotten all about that.

I envy you,
traveling through
all those places,

never knowing what you're
going to see when you look out
the train window in the morning.

It's fun.
But it can be lonely too.

It's hard to make friends
when you're moving around
so much.

Well, you've already
made some right here.

Thanks.

You know,
I like your father.

I feel like
I've known him
for years.

Yeah, he's easy to like.

[ Dan ]
Most people back east don't know
a thing about the West,

except what they read
in the pulp magazines and
exaggerated newspaper stories.

And that hardly
encourages travel.

So the railroad
took to my idea.
I keep them supplied...

with photographs
of the scenery out here,

and they furnish me
with transportation
anywhere there's track.

First-class transportation too.
That car is really
something to behold.

Apart from the work
I do for the railroad
and the studio pictures I take,

I make time to photograph
things that interest me.

When I heard about Shiloh,
I got the idea of recording life
on a large cattle ranch...

the way it really is.

So I wrote to Mr. Grainger,
and he invited me
to stop over.

I want to show
the men working.

When people look
at my photographs,
I want them to be able...

to smell the smoke
of a branding fire...

and taste the grit of
the dust in their teeth.

I want to photograph
the feel of things,

like those 40-below mornings
you get out here.

All right.
Sit still now.
That's good.

Great.
You know, in Abilene,

I saw three young girls...

wearing torn net stockings
and beer-stained spangles.

They were lined up
against the side of
the saloon where they worked,

their heads back,
their eyes closed,

trying to wash themselves
in that morning sun
before the day started.

That's the kind of thing
I want to capture on some
light-sensitive silver salts.

[ Chuckles ]
I'm talking too much.
Must be the air out here.

I'm suddenly a little dry.Well, we'll fix
that up inside.

Come on.
I'll show you the house.

Your offer
is more than fair,
Mr. Carstairs.

I'm not questioning that.
It's just that...

I feel a certain responsibility
to this community
because of my husband.

Your first responsibility,
Mrs. Price,
is to yourself.

Look, these ranchers
aren't worried about
your welfare.

They want your land
for their own interests.

And that's why my offer
is ideal for a lady
in your position, Mrs. Price.

You'll receive one eighth
of all the oil royalties
taken from this land.

You'll be free to travel.
You can go to New York, Europe,
anyplace you like.

And you'll have the comfort
of knowing that money...

is deposited
to your bank account
as regular as clockwork.

You'll be part
of a new industry.

Yes. Yes, I know.
It is very attractive.

I, uh, had these papers
drawn up for your approval.

Why don't you just
leave them here,
Mr. Carstairs.

I will read them
in the morning.

All right, Mrs. Price.

I thought as long
as I was here,
I'd explain any details.

Good night, Mrs. Price.
I'll keep in touch.Good night.

Talk about
stubborn women.

Depends on what
you mean by stubborn.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

She's been kind of friendly
since the old man died.

Nothin' improper, mind you,
but the signs are favorable.

Like what?Like she's lonesome.

Even when she's
handin' out orders,
she's got kind of a...

"head on, you wouldn't dare"
way of lookin' at me.

Yeah, well, I don't like
the way she's balkin'.

I thought you said you
could handle her, get her
to do anything you wanted.

I got her to let you sink
that test well, didn't I?That's right.

And it's about time
I received some return
on that investment.

Another day.You're tired,
aren't you?

It's this indecision.
I'm not sure what to do.

Mrs. Price--

Della--

I might be
in the wrong pasture
talkin' like this,

but, well,
I've had my eyes open.

And as good a man as he was,
Mr. Price plowed back every cent
this ranch ever earned.

This ranch
was his life.That's fine.

Fine, if that's what he wanted.
But you've got a life too,

and it's just
as important as his.

You owe it to yourself
to do some livin'.

Good night, Jim.

Good night, Della.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Man Shouting ]

[ Whinnying ]

Hold it now.

Thanks, boys.

Hey.
A fellow that interested
in cuttin' logs...

might be persuaded
to get even closer
to the subject.

That's the best thought
you've had this week.Hey, Mr. Sheppard!

Let me know when
you get tired, Mr. Sheppard.
Then we'll take a breather.

I'm fine.
Might as well finish it.

You gettin' any clear water
down there yet?Some.

Might be a good idea for you
to clean out those willows
down below while you're at it.

I could argue
all day about that.

It'd still be a good idea.
Where's Mr. Sheppard?

He was around here
takin' pictures.

He said he was gonna lend us a
hand, but first he wanted to get
a better perspective of the job,

so he backed off
somewhere over there.

And when we looked up,
he was long gone.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Shutter Clicks ]

- What is it?
- A coffin, maybe.

[ Chuckles ]
On end? Hey!

Somebody in there? No.

Come on out. Can't right now.

Maybe he's got company.

[ Spector ]
What are you doin' in there? I'm washing a plate.

Well, let the dishes go
and come on out of there.

I'll be out in exactly
three and a half minutes.

It's a photographer!

Hold it!

- Now, what are you
doing out here?
- I thought we'd covered that.

Listen. I can shoot you
for trespassing and never
spend a night in jail.

Now you keep that
on your mind
when you're answerin' me.

Trespassing?
Isn't this part
of the Shiloh ranch?

Not by a country mile.
You working for Grainger?

I'm his guest.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, now,
why didn't you say so?

Well, Cliff,
I think the least we can do
under the circumstances...

is escort this gentleman
back to the property line.

Right.

You're forgettin'!

[ Hooves Galloping ]

Look,
I've warned your people
about comin' over here.

Spector, you're beginning
to irritate me.

[ Chuckles ]
Cliff, get goin'.

With luck,
you might get 10 feet.
Now, undo that rope.

Next time one of
your strays gets loose,
I'll, um--

I'll shoo him
on home for you, huh?

Nice neighbors.Well, they used to be,
till Sam Price died...

and the widow Price
got some notion about
goin' in the oil business.

Since then,
they've kind of dislocated
themselves from the community.

Well, it looks like
a long way to go
for a cup of sugar anyway.

[ Laughs ]
I'll give you a hand.

Sheppard's Palace Studio.
Don't miss this
golden opportunity...

to get your photograph made
while we're in your town.

No waiting, no discomfort.
Two poses
for only three dollars.

Oh! We're only
gonna be in town
a few days, ma'am.

So, uh, don't delay.
We can take you
right now if you want.

That's a perfect costume
you're wearing, and you have
unusually fine bone structure.

Well, it's about time.What's for lunch?

Roast buffalo hump.[ Chuckles ]

You know what
an old miner told me
thatwas good for.

[ Clearing Throat ]What?

What's the matter?

Good afternoon.Good afternoon.

Are you the photographer?

- Uh, yes.
- [ Scoffs ]

My dressmaker told me
to come here.
I should like a portrait made.

Well, uh,
step that way, please.

Which backdrop
would you like?

Hmm. Which
would you suggest?

[ Jeremy ]
Um, I think...

this one.All right.

Would you like
to sit down?

I understand that my head
is held in a vise.

No, that went out with
the old collodion process.

These new gelatin dry plates
are much more sensitive.

- Here.
- Oh. Thank you.

Would you tilt your head?

Fine.

[ Clears Throat ]

Just a minute.

All right.

Hold it.

Well?

These are good, Jer.
Real good.

What did you say
her name was?Mrs. Price. Real nice lady.

First time I can remember
when he forgot lunch.

You're learning by doing.
That's the best way.

[ Lester ]
Yeah, just like he learned...

that you don't raise
when there's a
"four cards to a royal" showing.

[ Sighs ]
There was a chair open,
and, uh,

I figure if you take five
dollars a week out of my pay,
we'll be squared up by November.

I'll remind you.You won't have to.
What else?

He found out
that he couldn't drink
a water glass...

full of whiskey
without takin'
a deep breath.

I never heard so much
moanin' and groanin'...

since our six old milk cows
got into some fermented
apple peelings.

Now, if you want me to,
I'll hog-tie him
every night at sundown.

You'd better come back
to Shiloh with me.

It was a bet, Dad.
There was a bunch
of people watchin',

and I wasn't gonna let 'em
laugh me out of that place.

Well, better than
bein' carried out.

Well, if no one's gonna eat,
I'm throwin' it to the coyotes.

Oh, now,
they're not that good.

I used to know this lady...

many years ago.

Her name was Evans then.

Della Evans.

You know, I just can't
imagine Della living
out here running a ranch.

When I knew her,
she was hardly the type.Did you know her well?

If I hadn't taken
a job as a deckhand
on a riverboat one year,

we might have been married.Hmm.

Well, I was young and restless.
I wanted to see everything,
do everything.

I know the feeling.I guess Della just
got tired of waiting.

Well, I talked to
Mrs. Price a few times.
She seems like a fine woman.

Of course,
being a woman is one thing,

and doing business
like a man is another.

Seems to me
she's free to sell her land
to whoever she wants.

If the oilman is offering
a fair price--

Well, maybe he is.
But it's not that simple.

He's just one man.
You get a hundred men
camping out there...

all looking for oil
and all competing
with each other and--

Pretty soon,
everyone's walking around
ankle-deep in the stuff, huh?

If there is a field.
If not, the damage
has been done anyhow.

Well, I guess you do
have reason to worry.

Well, I'll tell you this.

I know these ranchers
around here.

They're not gonna let
some stranger come along...

and destroy something
they've spent a lifetime
building up.

You know,
I'd kind of like
to see Della again.

I wouldn't try that.
With Spector around,

I doubt if you'd get
within shouting distance
of the house.

You sure don't lack
for gall.

I'm here to see
Mrs. Price.

What about?I think
that's my business.

Well, it's my business
to see you don't bother her.

Cliff, you and Billy
show him the way out.

[ Blows Landing ]

[ Della ]
Stop it!

Stop it!I caught him trespassing
the other day.

That's hardly reason
to kill him!

He's got something to do
with Shiloh, and I warned him
to stay out of here.

I don't want to start
a range war.

Bring him inside.

Dan.

Dan Sheppard.

I was, uh,
just passing by.

[ Della ]
Mr. Sheppard
is an old friend.

Well, I'm sorry,
Mr. Sheppard.

We've been having
trouble around here.

I'll be down at the forge
if you need me, ma'am.

Even when your father
had the gout, he was
more cordial than that.

Are you all right?

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, Dan.
What are you doing
way out here?

Returning your call.

Sheppard's Palace Studio.That's yourcar?

Mine,
and the railroad's.

Well, then--
then who was--

My son Jeremy.

[ Chuckles ]Your son?

That will take
some getting used to.

And is your wife
traveling with you?

My wife's dead.

Oh, Dan, I'm sorry.

Come on inside.
We'll clean you up.

Some friends of my father's
introduced us.

Sam was quite a few
years older than I.

He was the sort of man who--

the sort of man who always
looks like he's suffering
when he wears a suit.

That's why I didn't
bury him in one.

Well, the time had come
when he decided
that it was time...

to take onto himself a wife,
and he wanted me for the job.

I told him
it was impossible.

Well, for a dozen reasons.

But there was
no stopping Sam.

Every Saturday night,
he would come calling.

He would sit on the couch,

not saying much,

staring at his feet
and-- and fidgeting.

And-And after a while,

he would clear his throat
once or twice.

And then, he would
get up and leave.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, at least I never
had to loan him money
to take us out.

You had a champagne appetite,
and I had a beer pocketbook,
when I was lucky.

When my father died,
Sam was there
taking care of everything.

And I let him.

I guess that's when
my resistance got low.

I don't know.
I don't know
if I was lonely or--

or if I felt obligated
or-- or what.

Maybe it was to show you.

Anyway, when he said
that he would like
to bring me out here...

and make a life for me,
I said yes.

And that's how I came
to be Mrs. Sam Price.

You can't take a man
like that lightly.

He knew what he wanted
and went after it.

And you?
Did you find
what you wanted?

I think so, Della.
I'm very interested
in my work, my son.

- Did you love your wife?
- Very much.

You were fortunate.
Both of you.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Knocking ]Excuse me.

- Good morning, Mrs. Price.
- Hello.

[ Jeremy ]
I was out this way, so I thought
I'd drop by your photographs.

Oh, how very thoughtful.
Come in.

[ Jeremy ]
I can only stay a minute.

I think they turned out
very well.

- Hello, Jer.
- What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood
and just thought I'd drop in
and renew an old acquaintance.

You know Mrs. Price?

Since before
you were born.

Well, why didn't you
say anything when
I showed you the photographs?

I don't know.

She's fast.
Has a wonderful trot.

Smooth as silk.Sounds good.

Would you like
to ride her tomorrow?

I don't know.
If I have time.

She's a good-lookin' mare.
Thanks for lettin' me see her.

I hope you're having
a good time here.

Oh, it's all right.
It's fine.

There's nothing wrong,
is there?

No.

Jeremy?

I thought
we were friends.We are.

If there's something
on your mind,
I'm a good listener.

Nice to have somebody
to talk to besides Lester.

You have your father.

Well, sometimes it's harder
to talk to someone like that
than it is to a stranger.

- I mean, a new friend.
You know what I mean?
- I think so.

You see, no matter
how old you are,

to your father,
you're always a kid,
not a person.

I guess that's true,
in a way.

I don't mean
I can't talk to Pa.

It's just that
there are some things
that don't come easy.

You know, like, uh--
[ Sighs ]
Like Mrs. Price.

I never saw Pa
with a woman before.

Not like that.
Just my ma before she died.

It's hard
to imagine a father
having any interests...

that don't include
his children.

But I guess they do.

I mean, well,
they're people too.

- You want to walk
for a while?
- Sure.

Whoa. Whoa!That must be Lester.

[ Dan ]
Don't mind him.
He's all bark.

The view is always changing
out our parlor window.

And the studio's close enough
so no one has an excuse
to be late for work.

Well, I guess
that about completes
the guided tour.

Except for the dark room.
You want to see it?

Yes.

You seem about
30 miles away.

Come on. Sit down.
Lester's fixed us
some lemonade.

Maybe you'd like to have
something a little stronger.Oh, this is fine, thanks.

Oh.

Thanks, Lester.

It's good.

I'll talk to Della if you think
it will do any good.

I don't want you
taking on our problems.

No trouble.
I'll ride out there
tomorrow or the next day.

I thought we were leaving
for Colorado in two days.

There'll be other trains
heading that way.

Well, I don't think
you should get
mixed up in this.

You already got beat up once
heading out there to see her.

I was doing all right.
They just got in
a couple of lucky punches.

Maybe it's not
such a good idea, Dan.

Jeremy,
the folks at Shiloh...

have gone out of their way
to help me in my work.

They've given us
the run of the ranch.

I consider them
our good friends.

If there's anything
I can do to help,
I want to do it.

I'm sorry you don't feel
the same way.

Youth must be served,
but there's a limit.

Dan.

Don't you want to know
how it turned out?Mm-hmm.

He loves me.
[ Chuckles ]

But then I made it
turn out like that.

Not so easy
in real life.

Mmm.Mmm!

Is that all you can say?
Mmm!

Mmm.

All right.
What would you like me to say?

I'd feel like an awful fool
if you didn't kiss me.

Hold me.

Just hold me
for a minute.

Oh, Dan,
I've been so lonely.

Well, you're not expected
to wear widow's weeds
more than a year, Della.

Sam's been dead
longer than that.

I wasn't talking about
one year of loneliness.

I was talking about...

19 years of loneliness.

Do you know that
Sam and I never spent
one day like this...

in the time
we were married?

I'd almost forgotten
what it was like to tease
and laugh out loud...

and kiss like that.

I feel as if
I've been cheated.

There are plenty
of days ahead, Della.

For both of us.

Oh, I have to be
getting back.

Is this why
you have to go?

Thisis why
I have to go.

I have work to do.You took that photograph,
didn't you?

Mm-hmm.

I can tell.

Will you photograph
me sometime?

I'd like to very much.

Della, you haven't mentioned
what you're going to do
about the ranch.

Oh, I didn't think
you'd be interested.

I told the Virginian
I'd speak to you.

Oh?

Is that why you
came out to see me?

No.

Well, what would you
advise me to do?

Well, I'm in no position
to advise you, Della.

But I think
the ranchers deserve
a straight answer.

I've only known the Virginian
a few days, but he seems
like a very nice fella.

If he represents the others,
I'm sure no one will
take advantage of you.

[ Horse Whinnies ]

Well?

There's nothing new.

This job's gonna take
a little longer
than I'd expected,

so I'm gonna need
my money in advance.

Not a chance.

I've spent a pretty penny
sinkin' this well to prove
that there was oil here.

And for what?
Now, I'm sure not gonna
throw good money after bad.

All right,
I'll come right out with it.

She gave me a $5,000
bank draft to pick up some
breeding stock in Wheatland.

So Cliff and I
rode over there.

And the first night,
we had ourselves
a few drinks...

and figured we'd double
the stake playin' faro.

Then we'd buy the stock
and have a little
wad of our own.

And you got trimmed.Yeah, the whole thing.

Now, she's expecting
that stock.
And when it doesn't show up,

she's gonna start
askin' questions,
and I'm gonna wind up in jail.

Mm-hmm. Well, you should've
thought about that...

before you started gambling
with other people's money.

Carstairs, I don't need advice.
I need money.

And I'll take it back to her
with some fancy tale,
and she'll be none the wiser.

That's a sad story,
cowboy.

The minute she signs
that bill of sale,
you'll get yours,

and not before.

[ Laughs ]

Hey, fellas,
come on over here.

I just want you to see
what the rest of us
have to live with around here.

[ Harper ]
Well, when did that happen?

All the time.

Wait. There's more.

[ Dick ]
I don't remember that. [ Harper ] I do.

I tried to get a picture of
you two working, but I couldn't
focus my camera fast enough.

Say, here's what
I want you to see.
Take a look at that.

[ Dick ]
Oh. Isn't that a nice picture?

Here's another one.

Isn't that somethin'? [ Harper ]
That's pretty.

They're great, Dan.
All of 'em.

Yeah, I guess even a mud fence
is pretty if you look at it
the right way.

Never underestimate
the power of a woman.

Maybe now Jeremy
won't be so anxious
to get on to Colorado.

[ Chuckles ]
We gotta be moving soon.

I want to get there
before the leaves fall.

Dad, Liz is gonna show me
a hot springs
up in the hills.

You wanna ride along?Oh, thanks, Jer.

But I'm taking pictures
of Mrs. Price
this afternoon.

Well, uh, when
are you gonna be back?

I have no idea.
I'm staying for supper.

Well, we'd better get started.
It's a good five miles up there.

Looks like I've raised
an overprotective son.

I don't know what he thinks
is gonna happen to me.

Well, never underestimate
the power of a woman.

Heathcliff!
Heathcliff!

Would you settle
for Daniel, lady?[ Sighing ]

I love it here.
I used to come up alone...

and pretend that
I was Catherine on the moors
searching for her lost love.

Imagine a grown woman
playing games like that.

It's easy to imagine.

Catch!
How was I?

Beautiful.I feel beautiful.

Don't look like
she's in any hurry...

to sell to Carstairs
or anybody else.

Well, it better be Carstairs,
or there'll be nothing
in it for us.

Cliff. Cliff, I want you
to get a couple of sticks
of dynamite...

out of that powder shed
and blow the top
off that well.

And do it tonight.Well, what good'll that do?

It'll give her a shove
in the right direction.

If I know Della Price,
she's not gonna sell out to a
bunch of night-riding ranchers.

That's who'll get the blame.
[ Chuckles ]

We haven't been
keeping the pot boilin'
for nothing, Cliff.

Carstairs is not about
to pay $5,000
to get his well blown.

We could wind up in jail.

Well, that's just where
we're gonna wind up if
she finds out we lost her money.

Well, that was your idea.You went right along
with it.

You'll go the rest
of the way too.

You sure learned to cook
in these 19 years.

I had my best
foot forward tonight.

[ Sniffing ]

What is that?[ Sniffs ]

Lilac.
And roses.

Sam brought some shoots
back from St. Louis
one year.

That's a long way
to nurse something
like that.

Not many ranchers would
waste time with flowers, huh?

Well, what is your pleasure?
We have brandy and cigars.

No slippers?Anything you want.

Don't need a thing.

Did you enjoy today?

I don't know
when I've enjoyed
a day more.

I wish they could all
be like that.

Dan, when I sell this ranch,
I'm going to be rich.

I don't mean just well off.
I mean rich.

Yeah, I'll bet. Yes.

And I want to do
something with that money,
something worthwhile.

Now, I know how important
photography is to you.

Well, after all, a man's work
is a vital part of his life.

Della-- No, don't interrupt me.

I have this
pretty well rehearsed.

I don't want
to leave anything out.

You said that one day,
you hoped you would
be able to settle down...

and have some time for
experimenting with lenses.

You wanted to develop
some kind of a smaller camera
that anyone could use.

Right?Something like that.

I could help you
to do that now.

Della, don't do this
to yourself.

Do what to myself?

We're good for each other, Dan.
We laugh at the same things.

We're each interested in
what the other has to say.

And even when there isn't
anything to say,

then the silence
is, uh, warm.

And... as I remembered--

I remember it
that way too.

I can't argue with you
on a single count, Della.

But, um,
it wouldn't work.

Why wouldn't it work?
Jeremy? I know I can
get him to like me.

It's got nothing
to do with Jer.

Well, then what has it
to do with?

A ghost that you carry
around in your pocket?

I, uh--
[ Chuckles ]

I don't love you, Della.

Not that way, anyway.
And that's the way
it would have to be.

You did love me once,
didn't you?

Yes.

But we couldn't have
loved each other enough,

or things wouldn't
have turned out
the way they did.

Now-- We're different
people now.

Good-bye, Dan.

[ Knocking ]Yeah.

What's wrong?

Get ahold of Carstairs.
Tell him I want to see him.

I've decided to sell.

Sure. Sure.
When do you want to see him?

Anytime.
The sooner, the better.

Della?

When this thing's over,

you're gonna wanna get
as far away from here
as you possibly can.

You're gonna wanna
keep on goin'
and not look back.

Get everything out of life
that you got comin' to ya.

You can't do that alone.

Don't tell me the thought
never occurred to you.

Let's drink to that.

I just remembered something
I have to do.
You make yourself at home.

I won't be long.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Sobbing ] [ Galloping Hooves ]

[ Clattering ]

Who's there?

There's a fire!

[ Voices Overlapping ]

[ Whispering ]
Cliff. Cliff, over here.

What happened?

Just as I was getting away,
somebody shot me.

Did anybody see you close up?

Jim, it hurts.
What are we gonna do?

Jim, what are we gonna do?

Hey, roll out of there!

Fire! A big one!

[ Chattering, Shouting ]

[ Shouts ]
Hold it!

Men, come up here
and hold these horses!
We may need 'em in a hurry!

Get some shovels, boys!
Let's get at it!

Howdy.
Everybody in one piece?More or less.

Looks like it'll be a while
before some of that acreage
will support a steer.

I checked the other ranchers.
Metzler was hit worst.

Kinsman lost about 40 head,
and a lot of that
Price graze is gone.

Does anyone know
how it started?Not for sure.

But one thing is sure.
There's oil on the creek
all the way to Flat Rock.

Thanks for your help, Dan.

Restraining order?
You're liable
to find yourself in court...

the way
Carstairs is talking.

That well was dynamited,
and he claims you did it.

Me?Well, cattlemen.

Right after the explosion,
he shot at a rider
and he thinks he hit him.

Now, I've got to find that man
before this thing spreads
into a full-blown range war.

Have you checked
the ranches?All but Shiloh.

No one from our crew
did it, Mark.

If Carstairs thinks
we blew his well,
all I can say is...

it's cost the ranchers
a lot more
than it has him.

Oh, I, uh, heard from
the sheriff at Elkhorn.

This Carstairs
is a promoter--
what they call a wildcatter.

He scratches around
for land with oil potential,
and makes a deal.

Then he punches out
a test well.

If he hits oil,
he buys the land.

But he doesn't stay around
to see if the field proves out.

He sells it off in
two or three acre parcels...

to whoever's got the cash,
and he moves on.

Well, does Mrs. Price
know this about him?

She says she can't be
responsible for what happens
after she leaves.

Apparently, she wants out.
She feels that her neighbors
dynamited that well.

Carstairs's offer
still stands. [ Door Opens ]

I don't know whether
this means anything or not,

but, here, take a look.

I didn't even notice it
when I was up there,

but when I developed
the picture, I saw
this horse back here.

It's hard to make
anything out of it
from that distance.

I got a pretty close look
at a horse
very much like that one...

the day I strayed
onto the Price ranch.

Cliff Barber.
It could be that
light sorrel horse of his.

But what would it be doin'
up there without a rider?

The fire could have
driven it up there...
if it lost its rider.

Isn't that
Cliff Barber's horse?Yep.

Where'd he come from?Oh, I found him
up in the hills.

Hey, Jim, we seem to have
a little confusion here.

Maybe you can help us
straighten it out.Maybe.

When we talked before,
you told me
you fired Cliff Barber...

because he wasn't
pullin' his weight.

That's right.

[ Abbott ]
These men tell me
he was a good worker.

I'm runnin' this ranch.
I do the hirin'
and the firin'.

They'd do well
to remember that too.

Mark.

Barber's war bag
is still under his bunk.

What's he
nosin' around for?

Doesn't it strike you as strange
that a fired hand would
ride off without his gear?

Look, maybe
he's gonna send for it.
I don't know.

I told him I wanted him
off the place,
and that's what I meant.

- Was that before the fire?
- Yeah. Yeah, why?

Well, for a man
in such a big hurry,
he didn't get very far.

There's burns on
his horse's shanks.

[ Mark ] Which means he was
still around during the fire.So?

I took him
by the well site.

The drillers tell me
he could easily be the horse
they saw that night.

Sheriff, you and your friend
here got something to say,
get it off your chest.

I'm sayin' that
your recently discharged friend
might have blown that well.

Possible. But it wouldn't
be the first time...

a fired hand ever tried
to burn down a barn
or something, would it?

I'd sure ask him about it
when I caught up with him.We already have.

Yeah? Where?

In a fresh-dug grave
where you left him.

[ Laughs ]
What are you talkin' about?

Lucky thing the fire burned
that thicket out, or we never
would have found him.

You got somethin'
to back up
all this talk?

Well, if Carstairs shot Cliff,
maybe he had reason.

But why would anyone
wanna bury him like that?

Now, you rode with Cliff.

Anyone finding him dead
would wanna ask you
a couple of questions.

Like where were you
when that fire broke out?

Right here with Mrs. Price
the whole time.No, he wasn't.

We were together
for a few minutes.

Suddenly, he remembered
he had something to do.

It was terribly important.

- Cliff?
- Look, I wanted to stop him.

He wasn't too bright.
It must've been your idea.

You told him to blow the well,
and then you tried to stop him?

Look, I was trying to
get money out of Carstairs.

This debt I owed-- [ Hammer Cocks ]

You don't mind, Mrs. Price,
I think we'd better go in
the house, get the whole story.

I'll send you
a print from Denver.Now can we get aboard?

This train leaves
in two minutes.

I promise I'll answer
if you'll write.

I will. [ Dan ]
Thanks for everything.

Give my regards
to the Graingers.I'll do that.

It's been a pleasure
having you with us,
and I sure appreciate...

you and Jeremy helping
us out with that fire.

I'm sorry I couldn't be
more help with Della.

Have you heard
any more from her?Not a word.

I guess it doesn't
look good. [ Carriage Approaching ]

Whoa!

Jeremy.

Thanks
for coming down.

I wanted to thank you for
sending me the photographs.You're welcome.

They made it
so clear to me.

The house...

and the arbor
and the flowers,

the swing--

They were all expressions
of Sam's love.

And I'm sorry
I realized it so late.

I was loved.

Sam just never knew
how to say it.

But it was you, Dan,

those wonderful photographs
that made me understand.

I will cherish
what he gave me...

just as you cherish
what you had.

Get aboard, or get left.
Makes no never mind
to me.

Good-bye, Mrs. Price.

Good-bye, Jeremy.

Good-bye, Della.

Thanks, Dan.

Dan.

I got up at 5:00
this morning.

It took me two hours
to get dressed and
two hours more to come here,

and I'm going to feel
like an awful fool
if you don't--

[ Train Whistle Blows,
Bell Clanging ]

Mrs. Price, there's
something that I'd like--Oh.

Would you tell the others
that I'm afraid I'm not going
to be able to accept your offer?

- Then you're, uh--
you're selling to Carstairs?
- No.

What about the oil?

They say it's been there
for a million years
or more.

I guess it can wait
a little while longer until
we can develop it properly.

Are you staying?

I will for a while.

Who knows?
I may even learn to run
the ranch the way Sam did.

Must be nearly lunchtime.Yes, it is.
I don't suppose you'd--

Hmm? Oh.
I would love to.