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Come on, shoot!

Keep up! Come on!

Keep up!

Come on, buddy, shoot him!

Keep moving!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, here!

Come on, boys!

Woo! We ain't never had a lawman that close on our heels.

D'you think that sheriff caught Bart?

Might've.

But he ain't gonna get us. We're gonna see him first.

Any sign of him?

Drop your weapons.

And tell your cousin there to do the same.

A woman?!

An impatient woman. Drop 'em.

All of them.

Kick it over here.

That's not a woman. That's a child.

I'm older than I look.

Fortunately for me, you ain't smarter than you look.

Time to go, boys.

Who are you?

Paisley Bell, sheriff of Savage Wells.

Sheriff!

I heard the Grantland Gang was shipped off to Laramie.

You heard correct, Jenny.

You're a pretty good sheriff, Miss Bell.

I try to be.

Do you think you'll ever be as good as Sheriff O'Brien?

He's the most famous sheriff in the world.

They write about him in the Laramie newspaper.

He's been sheriffing for years.

I've only had a few months.

I can go prove as good as him in time.

Do you really think he's done all the things

people say he's done?

Marshal Hawking has mentioned Sheriff O'Brien

in his telegrams,

so I'd wager the rumors about him are true.

Let's sit you up.

Now I'll send you home with some powders.

Finished up?

Your daughter's here, Mr. Bell.

I've been here with Dr. MacNamara.

Hi, Papa.

Did I overreact in bringing him here, Gideon?

He's noticeably more easily confused than before.

I've been telling myself I'm imagining

how quickly he's deteriorated.

You're not imagining it.

You need to prepare yourself, Paisley.

He'll only grow more distant in time.

He's also more often frustrated.

He used to be unceasingly patient.

It's impossible to predict

how the deterioration of his mind will change him.

The only thing I can say for certain

is that it will change him.

It's a good thing then that this town has allowed me

to be acting sheriff.

I need the job and the income.

You have been a very good interim sheriff.

Interim?

Do you know something I don't, Gideon?

The town council met last night,

and we all agreed that Savage Wells

ought to have a permanent sheriff.

I'm being made the official sheriff.

Mayor Brimble sent out a telegram this morning

letting everyone in the territory know

that we're on the hunt for a sheriff.

Anyone interested is to report to town a week from today

so we can sort through the candidates

and give the best ones a chance to try on the job for size.

I've been doing this job for months.

Was the town council even gonna tell me

about this sheriff roundup?

I'm telling you.

I need this job. I've earned this job.

I know and now you know

this is how the job is going to be filled.

Time to go home, Papa.

Where... Where is that?

It's not too far. I'll show you.

Will Joshua be joining us?

Joshua?

Don't ask.

Morning, everyone. Thank you all for coming.

Now...

Oh, are you also here for the job of sheriff?

Mm-hm.

What's your name? Cade O'Brien.

Cade O'Brien.

Cade O'Brien?

Hold on, I'm just...

No need to go.

Alright.

Looks like we're down to two.

Three.

Oh, now, now this is decidedly odd.

"Decidedly Odd" is my nickname in this town.

Put my name as a candidate for sheriff.

A woman?

What kind of daft town is this?

I've been acting as sheriff

of this "daft town" for months.

I'm more than qualified.

I've been sheriff of a few towns. Kept 'em peaceful, safe.

What about you? Do you have any experience?

A bit.

"A bit"?! Well, everyone's heard of Sheriff O'Brien.

He's been cleaning up the West for a decade.

Just rumors of him arriving anywhere

are enough to send criminals running for their lives.

The US Marshals.

They've been begging him to join up for years.

Why he's... he's...

He's a legend.

That's quite the introduction.

As flattering as this is,

we're not here to make a spectacle.

Let's head inside.

Oh... Ah...

Follow me.

You have three candidates here,

how do you mean to move forward?

Well, each candidate will be sheriff for a day

and then, after a couple of weeks

of the three of you taking turns to be sheriff,

we should know who's the best fit.

Strange approach. It's not a bad one.

The one's not sheriffing for the day,

may they hang around?

Personally, I'd like to see how the others handle the job.

No skin off my hide.

I don't mind either.

Who goes first?

Mr. O'Brien?

Well, I'll go second,

Which puts me third in the rotation.

Well, good, good, good.

Mr. O'Brien and Mr. Rice, you can stay at the hotel.

We have a hotel.

I guess we'll see each other in the morning then

so we can watch the legendary Cade O'Brien

do what he does best.

You're also meaning to go head-to-head with me?

It's either this or a shoot out on the street.

I don't shoot women.

And I don't shoot peacocks, so I guess we're both safe.

Saints, preserve my sanity.

May the best sheriff win.

I will.

I haven't yet found out who you are.

Gideon MacNamara, town doctor.

Member of the town council.

And your nearest neighbor if you get this job.

That Ms. Bell, she's about as stubborn as a Kilkenny cat.

She is.

She's also a fine woman.

What are the chances you mean to tip things in her favor?

Paisley would never accept charity or cheating.

She really means to make a go for the job of sheriff?

There's not a chance Paisley will step aside

without a fight.

What in the blazes are ribbons doing in a jailhouse?

A dear lady, Mrs. Wilhite, sells them here

a few days a week.

She has, ever since her husband died.

She was in need of both money and company.

The sheriff at the time chose to show her compassion.

She could sell her ribbons at any of the shops in town.

The one chosen as sheriff decides to toss her out,

she'll have to.

You don't like my ribbons?

Those Grantland boys like them.

The Grantland gang?

Caught them rustling some cattle nearby.

I invited them to spend some time in here.

Invited?

With a bang.

I think you could grow fond of the ribbons, Mr. O'Brien,

if you are round long enough.

If you make a crotchety ol' cuss like me fond of ribbons,

you'll be a regular miracle worker.

Miss Paisley!

Mr. Holmes says for the sheriff

to come to the mercantile right away.

Coming to see how it's done?

I'm coming so I can bail you out

when you get in over your head.

No, I insist.

No, I insist, Mr. Jones.

No, Really, really, Mr. Oliver.

What's happening here, man?

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.

I don't need an apology. Explain.

Mr. Oliver was here before me,

so I mean to let him step inside first.

I don't mind though

letting Mr. Jones go ahead.

I insist.

But, please, Mr. Jones.

Nope. You were here-

They're Canadian.

Whichever one of you is oldest, go inside.

Next time, youngest goes first.

Alternate, understood?

Yeah.

Sorry.

- Oh! Oh, sorry. - Great sorry.

There have been ample apologies. Go inside.

That was well handled, Cade.

He is a legend.

Mr. Holmes is inside.

Oh! Sorry.

Mr. Holmes, you sent for the sheriff?

It's Wednesday.

Wednesday?

Why were we summoned?

I'll know soon enough.

What does the sheriff do here on Wednesdays?

Delivers Mr. Gilbert's groceries.

Last delivery I made as a sheriff,

I was handing a team of bank robbers

over to Marshal Hawking himself.

Just pretend it's a notorious outlaw.

You can even shoot it if you like.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes, Ms. Bell?

The Gilbert place is in the other direction.

He'll recognize it by the white picket fence, the gray brick

and the man up in the tree with the rifle.

- The what? - His name's Andrew.

He's generally very reasonable

and only a touch protective of the house.

Good luck.

What do you want, stranger?

I've come with groceries, Andrew.

How'd you know my...

Hey, do you get premonitions?

I've been looking for somebody who does.

I knew you were gonna say that.

How long you been in town?

Since yesterday afternoon.

Will you let me know if you get any inklings

of things to come?

Sure will.

You can leave the groceries.

Come by again. I promise not to shoot you.

You ain't one of the enemies.

An armed man with odd notions in a tree.

That's a tragedy waiting to happen.

That kid O'Brien is a very sheriffy kind of person.

He'd be a good sheriff for a violent town,

but I don't think he understands Savage Wells.

I'm the only one of the candidates who does.

That ought to account for something.

Mrs. Wilhite.

I see Andrew didn't shoot you.

He's a reasonable fella.

You didn't threaten him, did you?

No need.

That's a report from Marshal-

Hawking. I know

That one is two weeks outta date though.

We should receive another before the weeks out.

No need telling me what I'm already aware of, sweetie.

Don't talk down to me.

Hush your bickering, you two. I see a customer coming.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Wilhite.

This is Mr. Lewis, the town banker.

Oh, Mr. Lewis. I do hope you've come for some ribbon.

I have. Blue ribbon in fact.

You really are trying for the job of sheriff?

I've been the sheriff unofficially for months.

Why is it suddenly so strange?

Changes are coming. The bank is growing.

We need a real sheriff.

And they're a better fit.

Papa?

Papa! You aren't supposed to cook.

Ah, but I know how to cook fish. My papa just taught me.

I'll fetch some bread.

I'm close to securing a new job.

One where I can help a lot of people.

Mary-Catherine is forever helping people.

Mama was remarkable.

I have to secure this job.

When this sheriff job doesn't work out,

you could become a carpenter.

Stubborn woman sure can beat the devil.

My mother used to say,

"Often as not, it's a man's mouth that breaks his nose."

Paisley! Paisley!

He's done it again. You have to write it down.

If you're here about sheriff business,

you'll have to wait until Mr. Rice returns.

Then again, if it's urgent.

Clark is heartless. Write it down.

She came on her own, Abbott.

A heartless sneak thief.

Paisley's gonna write it down this time. It is official.

Mr. Abbott, Mr. Clark, Cade O'Brien.

Howdy.

Annabelle chose to come live with me.

You enticed her! Tricked her!

These two men have spent-

I'm sure I could sort it out on my own.

We're supposed to share Annabelle. Share her.

There's always the judge's solution.

A fried chicken dinner.

Absolutely not.

I think we need to hear Annabelle's side of all this.

Won't work. She'll go to the first person who feeds her.

We tried letting her decide,

but her tiny little chicken brain

just won't remember what it wants.

Tiny little..?

Annabelle's a chicken, ain't she?

Ah, Jerusalem crickets!

You thought we were fighting over a woman?

That was quite a trick.

Trick?

I tried to tell you

but you insisted you didn't need my help.

Because I'm not entirely sure that your help

wouldn't end up undermining me.

And you taking over the chicken dispute

when it was Rice's day wasn't undermining him?

Rice was gone. There was a problem.

I'm efficient, not underhanded.

And I'm a straight shooter. Are you?

No trickery from me.

I promise to give you any help

you inevitably admit you need.

I suspect you enjoy brangling

with someone who can keep up with you.

And you figure that's you?

If it's a challenge you want, darling,

I'll happily oblige, but I won't go easy on you.

Now where would be the fun in that?

Excited for your day sheriffing?

It's been my day for months. This ain't nothing new.

Paisley. The millinery has been robbed.

Tell Mrs. Carol I'll be right there.

How much money does the milliner shop keep on hand?

It's my day as sheriff, Mr. Rice.

Burglary is out to be handled by-

My day.

Mind if I tag along?

And do what exactly?

Observe. Meet the milliner.

Stay outta your way. - Mm-hm.

Mrs. Carol, I understand you've been burglarized again.

Someone has come in during the dark of night

and made off with all of my paper cherries.

Write down that they are quite fashionable.

These criminals have excellent taste.

They'll be after your ribbons before long.

I'll keep watch tonight as usual,

but I do believe your robbers

will see the error of their ways once more.

Thank you, Paisley.

My pleasure.

Thank you.

You ain't gonna solve this crime?

Already have.

If you need anything else, let me know.

He winked at me.

So, who's our thief?

Mrs. Carol.

Stole her own paper cherries?

That don't make no sense.

She misplaced them. It happens a lot.

I'll come back tonight,

find them and return 'em to her tomorrow morning.

Why don't you tell her to find them herself?

A sheriff has a lot to do without a-

A sheriff's job is to take care of their town.

Sometimes that means not humiliating

a kind-hearted old lady.

And another thing, "if you need anything else, let me know"?

This is my day, Cade O'Brien.

You undermined me in the first 10 minutes.

It was a habit.

I stepped by Marshal Hawking's efforts once.

And he didn't shoot you?

He finds me too valuable to shoot.

Well, maybe he'll offer you a job

when Savage Wells doesn't.

Would you miss me?

Not for a moment.

- I don't believe you. - And why not?

For one thing, your eyes sparkle when we banter.

For another, you're still holding my hand.

Have a good day sheriffin'.

Tomorrow, I'll show you how it's really done.

Did you know Paisley's breaking into the hat shop?

She's very good at picking locks.

She's an odd sort of woman.

She'd make an odd sort of sheriff.

Most sheriffs you know don't break into shops?

Or smell nice.

And she doesn't dress the part.

I'd say in terms of a female sheriff,

Paisley's inventing the part.

She was sheriffing for months,

why is everyone so baffled that she's vying for the job now?

Probably, because a woman's sheriff is a new thing.

Partly because the town doesn't realize

how much she did for us while she was sheriff.

Good evening. How's everything?

You are in a fine mood this evening.

Nothing brings a twinkle to my eye

quite like picking a lock.

How's your father?

Some days are better than others.

I wish there was more I could do.

So do I.

A box of cherries?

You're not trying to make a pie, are you?

With paper cherries?

Might still be an improvement over your last attempt.

So you don't bake then?

I can. That particular pie just went wrong.

Horribly wrong.

Well, I should get going.

Papa gets easily confused when I'm home later

than he thinks I'll be.

Evening.

Evening.

She must have known the right way to look

to find those cherries so fast.

She knows the townspeople very well.

I admit that's an advantage she has over me.

I'm having a few people over for dinner

day after tomorrow.

Join in and you'll have a chance to get to know them too.

I'd appreciate that.

Alright.

Mr. Lewis, right? The banker?

That's right.

I'm glad you happened by. I have a question for you.

You said a few days ago

that changes were coming at the bank.

What are you anticipating?

Nothing's been decided,

but the Western Bank of Omaha is considering making

the Savage Wells branch very important.

Sounds like something the sheriff of the town

ought to know about?

I will make sure whoever's chosen

knows everything just as soon as I do.

You'd have Jenny's vote if she were on the town council.

I'll see if I can get the lass appointed.

That'd likely be a violation of your vow

not to approach this competition underhandedly.

I'd not actually rigged the council vote.

I'm a man of my word.

I've known a few men of their word in my life.

The only thing they taught me was that people lie.

Sheriff! My Jenny stuck up in the tree.

Please, she needs your help.

Show me where she is.

She's right up there!

Oh, Jenny's never climbed that high before.

None of us can make that climb safely.

Andrew Gilbert can make it.

I'm scared, Mama!

You should send for Dr. MacNamara, too.

Hold tight, Jenny.

We'll have you down quicker'n a cat with her tail on fire.

I'm scared, Mama.

Oh, I don't think I'll breathe

until she's backed down on the ground.

Andrew can get her down.

Too high, Mama.

Here he is. I've fetched him for you.

That's him?

Come on, boy. Look lively.

He's waiting for you to step back.

He doesn't like strangers.

Why isn't he assisting Mr. O'Brien step back?

Andrew trusts him.

We're wasting time. Move back, Rice.

Right here, I got you, Jenny.

You frightened your mother outta her wits.

Best throw your arms around her neck and say you're sorry.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Thank you, Andrew.

Thank you, Andrew.

Well done.

Good thinking, Cade.

Why is Andrew so afraid of people?

War changed him.

Andrew keeps to himself in a fantasy land of sorts.

Lived near a battle, did he?

Andrew ran off and joined the fighting

when he was only 12 years old.

How old is he now?

24.

He don't look it.

He does. If you're close enough to see him properly.

He's a fragile old soul,

stuck in the darkest memories of his own past.

Andrew spends his days up in a tree with his gun

waiting for the enemy to return.

He's hoping for even a moment's extra warning to save lives.

He's looking for a premonition.

Exactly.

And when the dust has settled,

I had both train robbers locked up,

despite them being uncatchable.

Hawk says he prefers assignments

that everyone says are impossible.

Marshal Hawking?

Yeah, we worked together a few times.

Impressive. Very impressive.

When the Grantland Gang showed-

And we heard all about that.

Now have you either of you been to Laramie lately?

I hear it is quite dangerous.

I've spent some time in Laramie.

It's one of my favorite towns.

Not much ranching up there.

Sheriff?

Hi, Ned.

Rumor has it, we've two shoot-from the-hip types

vying to be our permanent sheriff.

You go on in there and you tell them two sheriffin' types

they met their match in me.

Tell 'em yourself. Come inside.

Cade, Rice, this is Ned.

Use the name.

I am not calling you that.

You wrote it down. That makes it official yet.

Call me by it.

This is "Dead Ned, the Wyoming Kid."

Those persuaders are loaded.

I'll have your head before you have a chances

so much as look at 'em.

They're unloaded.

Why do they call you Dead Ned?

'Cause I'm dangerous.

Off with you now

and don't let me hear you've been causing trouble.

This town's entertaining, Mayor, I'll give you that.

But you haven't seen all of it yet.

I wouldn't mind seeing a bit more.

Here to show me around?

Yes. Follow me.

Who do I get to meet next?

Soothsayer? A resident ghost?

I'm not spilling all our secrets.

Not even a secret about you?

How about one about you?

You want a secret?

Very well.

My name is not actually Cade.

And before you ask, no plans to tell you what it is.

I'll be sheriff tomorrow, you'll have to tell me then.

I'm finding myself in a charitable mood,

so I'll share another secret.

My secret is

I never kiss a fellow lawman.

Personal rule of mine.

Well, just so you know, whatever your name actually is,

I don't have the same rule about not kissing lawman.

You didn't make this.

Paisley did.

Gun-toting, sharp-tongued Paisley?

The very same. She's a godsend.

When I host dinner party, she does the cooking.

That's how she pays for the doctoring that her father needs.

Okay, and that will be the rest of the guests.

I'll go let Paisley know.

Why are you in here working

rather than out with the other guests?

Won't Joshua be wondering where you are?

No. Papa Joshua will not be-

Who are you?

Cade O'Brien.

Do you live near Abilene?

We're in Savage Wells, in Wyoming Territory.

I know where I live. Abilene.

He is...

He grows easily confused and it frustrates him.

Gideon says the guests are here.

Uh, so, how far does this dead Ned take his act?

He swaggers and talks stuff, but nothing more.

You'll never have to shoot him,

which I suspect will disappoint you.

I'm no cold-blooded killer, Paisley Bell.

I didn't call you a cold-blooded killer.

Wrap it in fine paper if you want,

but saying I'd be disappointed to not shoot an innocent man

ain't exactly a compliment.

At least hand the dinner rolls over

before having a shoot-out.

Shoot out?

Paisley, you really shouldn't wear your gun all the time.

I'm Miss Dunkle, the school teacher.

I am so pleased to meet you.

Where are you two from?

Ohio, though I've lived in Wyoming Territory

for a near decade, sheriffin' a few places.

I grew up working in a factory in Boston.

Then I fought in the war.

Been out West ever since, sheriffin' too.

You both have lived such full lives.

Savage Wells must seem like a dull place.

All I've known, since the start of the war

is death and violence.

Savage Wells may be dull but it's peaceful.

People here can live their lives unafraid.

I've been looking for a place like this for a long time.

Has the town council come close

to choosing our new sheriff?

We wish we were closer,

but it's been harder than to expected

to really get to know the sheriff candidates.

Abilene has a Marshal, not a Sheriff.

Oh, what can we do to help everyone get to know us better?

Town meetings? Demonstrations of skill?

What skills do you have in mind?

Disassemble, clean and reassemble a weapon for one.

Quickest draw and truest aim.

So these demonstrations would be

a bit of a friendly competition?

I have no objection.

Me neither.

Might suggest we add to the list

best strategy for guarding a stagecoach.

And sewing.

Sewing?

It would demonstrate self-sufficiency

and the town could see how each of you

handles an unusual challenge.

And Paisley could sew a dress

and the men could all sew shirts.

And wear their creations to the town social in a few days.

Sewing? It ain't got nothing to do with being sheriff.

That's what makes it an unusual challenge.

Like it or not, it sounds like we have our first contest.

Paisley's more brass than I expected.

She's good at sheriff'n this sleepy place,

even if no one seems to give her credit for it.

The life hasn't been fair to her.

I wish there was more I could do to change that.

You two care a lot about each other.

I have to keep reminding myself of that.

I do care about her, mostly 'cause our Granny Aisling

would come back and haunt me if I didn't look after Paisley.

Your granny?

Paisley's my cousin.

I thought maybe you two were sweet on each other.

That's disturbing.

You truly aren't?

If you ask me one more time if I'm courting my cousin,

I'm gonna punch you in the face.

Cousins, huh? I like that.

Excellent choice. This color will bring out your eyes.

Say, any idea what Paisley's working on?

Good luck on the sewing contest.

Thank you, Mrs. Carol.

Marshal Hawking.

Sheriff O'Brien.

Not yet.

What brings you to town, Hawk?

I was just on my way to settle a matter in Luthy

and I had to stop by to see

if there's any truth to a rumor I heard.

What's the rumor?

That Cade O'Brien is vying to be sheriff

of the most boring town in Wyoming Territory?

After a decade of cleaning up the vilest towns

of the West, I figured I've earned a touch of boredom.

And after nearly a decade of asking,

I figure I've earned the right for you to join my deputies.

Ain't gonna happen, Hawk.

Get to see the whole territory.

Forge a connection with the other deputies.

It's better pay and you'd be ridden this territory

of the most violent, dangerous criminals.

I'll leave all that to you.

I'm finding I like Savage Wells.

Sleepy little town like this has nothing to offer.

Then again.

Quit gawkin' at the locals.

Come have some coffee before you ride on.

Noticing ain't the same as gawking.

Is this your sheriffing competition dress?

Hm. Do you think it's enough to win?

You're about to find out.

Will your mother be here shortly?

She usually isn't late.

She's likely fussing with her hair,

wanting it to look just perfect.

Paisley, come on.

She's here.

Excellent.

Time to determine the winner of our first contest.

Friends, friends.

Neighbors.

Now, you've all heard about the contest

that the sheriff candidates have agreed to take part in.

Well, tonight, we have the results of the sewing challenge.

Paisley first. Please.

Wonderful, Paisley. Now, Mr. Rice?

This challenge was designed to see

how we would handle the unexpected.

Something were to arise not as important as sheriffing.

Well, I would just do my job.

So I spent my time with the banker discussing his needs

instead of selling some shirt.

'Cause I already have one.

I, I, I, I suppose it is a way to answer the challenge.

Legitimately.

Cade?

I grew up working in a factory,

fastest seven-year-old shirt-maker in Boston.

I hate you.

No, you don't.

I really hope the next challenge

is actually something sheriffing.

So do I.

Alright. Alright.

We have decided that the winner of the first contest is...

Is Paisley.

Oh, what's the next challenge?

We'll decide that tomorrow.

For tonight. Enjoy the sociable.

If I may be so-

Sheriff O'Brien, surely you'll have to dance with me.

Sure, I will.

How are things at the bank, Mr. Lewis?

Excellent.

Western Bank of Omaha is very impressed with my branch.

They're contemplating significant changes.

What do you think? How's that punch?

Pretty tasty, huh?

Drink up.

Drink it up.

Cake looks pretty tasty. But I want that piece of cake.

It looks better than that one.

You're a blustering old fool.

I am not a fool.

Did you put liquor in the punch?

Sociable needed livening up.

Liquor's been poured in.

Goodness me.

Don't take the punch now.

Oh, you killed the cake.

You've been drinking the punch, Papa?

Uh-huh.

Oh, please leave-

It's your day as sheriff, Rice.

How do you want to handle this?

Yeah, I'll take Ned to the jail so he can sober up.

Can you handle it here?

You'll rue the day

that you arrested Dead Ned, the Wyoming Kid.

I need to take Papa home.

He was already overwhelmed and now he's accidentally drunk.

The town really looks forward to these sociables.

See if you can salvage this one.

Sorry, folks.

Is the sociable over already?

Not yet. I've come to see how your father's doing.

Are you sure you haven't come to escape Ms. Dunkle?

She is doggedly determined

to snag herself a husband.

Through fair means, thus far, though foul can't be far off.

Who knew sociables could be some dangerous.

So, how is your father?

Asleep.

The liquor made him drowsy, not belligerent

and the senility makes him confused, not violent.

It's not much to be grateful for, but I am.

Well, I've learned to be entirely grateful

for any situation that isn't violent.

You said at the dinner party

you've been looking for a peaceful town.

I've waded knee-deep in death and suffering

for too many years.

My father was running the bank in Abilene

when two bank robbers killed the Marshal.

Savage Wells has been a welcome haven after that.

I didn't answer the call for a sheriff here on a whim.

I've needed a place like this.

It is a wonderful town.

Even if the mischief tonight meant I didn't get to dance.

Well, any woman who wants to dance, ought to.

If you're mocking me-

I would very much like to dance with you,

you stubborn woman.

You smell nice for a sheriff.

You're a mighty fine dancing partner for one too.

You've been doing

a strange amount of flirting with me lately.

I can't make sense of it.

Then, I ain't been doing it right.

Then, it is flirting?

Then I really ain't been doing it right.

It's just that I'm out of practice.

No one's flirted with me in years.

If you ever want to end that drought,

you come find me.

See you in the morning.

See you in the morning.

I will make certain to check Ned

for booze at the next sociable.

You believe you'll be chosen to share it?

I think I've made a good showing for myself.

The town is all abuzz.

We promised them last night there'd be another contest.

We're all insisting

it be something more sheriffy for you this time.

I'm requesting marksmanship.

Marksmanship it is.

Now we got five cans for each of you.

I'll go first.

He only missed one can!

Miss Paisley!

This is for you.

Thank you, Jenny.

"Tansy is loading her wagon.

You had best head out that way quickly

before she begins her deliveries."

Who's Tansy and what's she delivering?

Oh, she's our resident moonshiner.

Nothing to fret over.

Moonshine is illegal and often violent.

We need to nip this in the bud.

You're both wrong about this.

We'll not stand by,

while the moonshiner descends upon this town.

O'Brien's right, we need to act quickly.

Fine. Gimme half a minute.

Let's go harass a harmless moonshiner.

Where'd you learn to shoot like that?

Abilene.

That was that was your can.

Tansy's steady,

but if you rush in weapons ablaze,

she'll likely respond in kind.

She's a criminal.

Do you always rush in without any information?

Seems a fool-hardy way to be a sheriff.

Knew that weaselly lawyer'd rat me out.

Told you I was loading the wagon today, didn't he?

Judges ruling requires him to.

I have a right to earn an honest living.

That you do, but so long as you call yourself a moonshiner,

the law on these parts will keep an eye on you.

Who's the pretty boy?

I never been called that in my life.

Is he a fellow?

Not at all. His name's Cade O'Brien.

He's making a run for sheriff.

That one too?

Shown himself good at it.

I'm trying for the job as well.

Well, you work plenty hard for that lazy dog

that wore a badge before you.

Since there's a possibility one of these two

will be filling that role, mind if I show him around?

As long as they don't tamper

with my Savage Well's White Lightening.

I'll not stand for it.

Of course not.

She named the moonshine after the town?

The town is named after her moonshine,

which was named after a couple families,

the Savage family and the Wells family.

They lived in the area and were fond of her wares.

Strange old town.

You got that right.

Those the nearest neighbors?

That's the old Parker place. It's empty.

But even if it weren't, her activities aren't a secret.

She openly brew and sells. I don't like it.

She should not brew anything alcoholic with this set up.

It's tea.

Sweet tea, iced tea, light tea, dark tea.

Why the secrecy? This ain't criminal.

She comes from a family

who boasts generations of moonshiners.

Calling herself one is her way of proving to herself

that she's worthy to be a member of her family.

She's clinging to what she lost.

Just when I thought this town couldn't get any stranger.

Being sheriff here

means you'd have the keeping of this town of outcasts.

They don't deserve to be patronized or laughed at.

They deserve to be watched out for and cared about.

I'm fighting for this job because I already

care about them and I can be that kind of sheriff.

If you can't, then you'd best pack up and go.

This town doesn't deserve you, Paisley Bell.

Mr. Lewis.

I assume you've come with a matter of concern at the bank.

The Western Bank of Omaha has decided

that the Savage Wells branch will serve

as the head of operations in this area of the country.

All of the money to be dispersed to each branch

from Wyoming to Montana territories

will be deposited here.

Enormous amounts of money will be arriving,

the first in only a few days.

It will be heavily guarded on the way here,

but from the edge of town

until it's locked up in our cast iron safe,

it is the responsibility of Savage Wells.

How much money are you talking?

- One or $2,000. - Mmm.

You'll have more money passing through here

than most folks will see in a lifetime.

You need to settle the matter of your sheriff now.

We have a few days.

I'll give you a thousand reasons

why you don't even have a few hours.

We'll make certain the deliveries are well guarded.

Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

I've seen plenty of men filled with lead

over far less than a thousand dollars.

Word will spread.

Criminals will circle like vultures, watch and plan

and deciding if Savage Wells is an easy target.

That's true enough. This town needs a strong arm.

It ain't as simple as that.

People in this town will die

if we don't approach this in the right way.

With this change at the bank,

the council really only has one option for sheriff now.

And that option is you?

What it means is, that option ain't you.

I've made as good a showing as either of you.

Would-be criminals wouldn't be as likely to try to think-

If the sheriff is a man?

I know it ain't fair.

The Western Bank of Omaha lit a fuse,

and the people of this town are sitting on the dynamite.

Mr. O'Brien is right. This town's safety is at stake.

Now wait just one minute-

By show of hands, all in agreement that Mr. O'Brien

and Mr. Rice are the best choices in front of us now?

I am sorry, Paisley.

That decision's been made though.

Leave the badge, Paisley.

I've been keeping this town together for months.

I have met every expectation

during this rotating trial of sheriffs,

and all you can say is "leave the badge"?

Leave the badge... Please?

Well, that sure got her dander up.

Gotta do what's right for this town.

Which is why you can't be sheriff either.

Hold on here-

My name alone will repel would-be thieves.

I could do this job. I'd be blasted good at it.

Yeah, so could Paisley.

And she ain't in the running anymore either.

I won't be dismissed out of hand by you, Cade.

I could guard those bank deliveries.

I could face down anyone,

anyone who would even dare attempt a robbery.

People are still killed during thwarted robberies.

I don't wanna see anybody in this town die.

They'll be safer with a sheriff

whose presence prevents violence before it happens.

Time for a decision.

I'll have my things cleared outta your jail

in another minute.

You gotta understand, Paisley.

Understand what?

That I was plowed over?

That no one in that meeting said I could be a good sheriff?

You're a remarkable sheriff.

But if criminals stick out this town

and found a woman wearing this badge,

they try for the money every time, every single time.

I could have dealt with that.

Not without endless violence.

Towns go bad fast. I don't want that happening here.

I was not even given the chance

to prove that I could prevent that.

If I'm wearing this badge

would-be robbers and murderers will stay away.

I'm leveraging my reputation to save this town,

to keep it peaceful!

This isn't how I-

When you first started flirting with me,

I wondered if it was just a strategy for you.

But then I started to believe you actually meant it.

To dance with me and talk sweet to me

only to turn around and feed me to the dogs?

I've known cool people in my life, Cade,

I hate that you're one of them.

Papa?

Paisley, where have you been?

Wasting my time, apparently.

I couldn't find any food in the larder.

You need to help me look.

Come on in, Andrew.

Do you spend all year up in the trees?

Not when it's cold.

Branches get icy and my leg don't work right.

Got shot in Shiloh and never got the bullet out.

War is an awful thing, isn't it?

But even with the can of smoking gunfire

and the shouting, you would've known exactly what to do.

I didn't.

Despite what I told you, I don't have-

I have a second sight? I know.

I figured it out.

I shouldn't have lied to you.

I didn't know you very well and you had a gun.

I wouldn't have shot you. You're one of the good ones.

You're one of the good ones yourself, Andrew.

If you ever need work done around here,

especially when I can't be up in a tree-

I accept, gratefully.

Thank you.

Paisley, I was hoping I'd see you today.

That meeting last night-

I have bigger problems than that.

I have less than $20 to my name.

That's not nearly enough for the coat Papa needs,

repairing the roof, food to eat.

I spent the morning looking for work without any luck.

Mrs. Carol said no, there's no point in trying the bank,

and the mercantile doesn't need anyone.

Mr. Holmes offered me extra eggs free of charge

and Papa mentioned a few times this morning he's been hungry

so I couldn't reject the offer no matter how much it stings.

I didn't realize things had become so dire.

I don't know what to do.

You could come help me see the patients now and then.

The eggs were charity enough. I'm not accepting any from you.

Have you asked Mr. Cooper if he's hiring?

Restaurant is busiest in the evenings

and that's when papa struggles the most.

But even if you had a couple of hours

to work in the afternoons,

it would still be a little bit of money to keep you going,

until you found something else.

I lost my brother in the war, my mother shortly after,

and now I'm slowly losing my father.

For months, I was a blasted good sheriff.

And now I'm the town charity case.

I don't know how much more of this I can endure, Gideon.

Things are gonna turn around. You'll see.

I'd feel better about tomorrow's bank delivery

if this town'd let me hire a deputy.

Wish there was the money for it.

I managed to scare a few volunteers,

I'm just not sure it's enough.

Have you thought about asking Paisley?

I suspect she's spitting mad at me and I don't blame her.

She probably bite my head off if I suggest she join my team.

What can I get for you two?

It's steak and potatoes.

Same.

Paisley, wait-

I've work to do, Cade. I can't afford to lose another job.

You've avoided me for three days now.

I've missed you.

If I promise to get arrested the next time you're lonely,

will you quit crying yourself to sleep?

- So we're back to this, are we? - Back to what?

Back to deciding which of us is the porcupine

and which is the pincushion.

I'm always the pincushion.

You saw that with the town council.

You participated in that with the town council.

You're right.

You were given the short end of the stick

during that meeting and I was a part of that.

I'm sorry.

First bank delivery is tomorrow.

The town'll get to see if I can live up

to all my own bluster.

Who do you have keeping watch during the bank deliveries?

I've asked Andrew.

Gideon suggested.

I thought maybe-

Ask Mr. Oliver.

He's a good shot and has a calm head.

Good idea.

I could have been good at your job,

but no one would gimme the chance.

Hold.

You new sheriff?

Cade O'Brien.

I'm Stevenson.

Been delivering for the Western Bank of Omaha for two years.

I've come up from Laramie.

Here please.

I'll watch the street.

I've guards in different places. You'll be well-protected.

Thank you, Sheriff O'Brien.

I can't say I ever heard of a town this small

with so many lookouts.

And they came highly recommended.

From someone you trust?

With my life.

I'm glad to hear it, as it's my life on the line

during these deliveries.

Sorry, I'm late getting supper made, Papa.

Come down, I'll get it started.

Papa?

Thank you.

How the bank delivery go?

Gideon, I can't find Papa.

I've looked all over and around the house.

He gets disoriented so easily and it's getting dark.

We'll find him and bring him back. I swear to it.

Papa!

Mr. Bell!

Papa!

Mr. Bell!

Mr. Bell!

Papa!

Mary-Catherine?

Mr. Bell!

Mary-Catherine?

He's over here.

Mr. Bell!

Mary-Catherine?

Are you hurt?

I... I don't know.

Let's get you outta the water. Daughter's looking for you.

My daughter?

Papa!

- My Paul- - Papa!

How long has his chest been rattling like this?

I first noticed it this morning,

but it sounds worse now.

Let's get him to Gideon as quickly as possible.

I don't think he's in immediate danger.

Sleep will do him good.

If you're coddling me, so help me, Gideon.

No. No coddling.

I promise.

I'll make a tonic for him. It'll help him rest.

Thank you.

I can't leave him alone anymore.

He wouldn't be safe.

But I can't pay anyone to watch him, while I'm working.

I'd be happy to keep an eye on him.

Bring him by the jailhouse.

The jailhouse you tossed me out of?

Let me start making the amends I owe you for that.

Please.

You're asking me to trust you.

I am.

Which I know is a lot.

- I can't pay you. - I ain't asking you to.

Gideon will likely insist I don't pay him either.

I appreciate it, but I also feel guilty.

Gideon's a good man.

Maybe you've a bit of good in you too.

A triple jump? I wasn't gonna had a chances time.

I warned you I was a very good checkers player.

When I was young, he used to let me win.

Well, come join us, love.

Love?

I'm just trying to make up sweet to her.

See if I can't escape the death glares

she sometimes gives me.

Or the death glares Joshua will give you

if he knows you've been flirting with her.

See here O'Brien. I have a complaint to lodge.

I've needed a good laugh. Let's hear it.

Our next bank delivery is even larger

and you've assigned Mr. Oliver to the inside of the bank.

He couldn't scare a mouse.

He came recommended by Ms. Bell.

I'd wager the Grantland gang would tell you

not to underestimate her.

There's a reason you weren't chosen as sheriff.

Now kindly keep your nose out of this.

Keeping the bank safe is an important part of your job.

I suggest you do it.

You've questioned my judgment, insulted a woman I regard

and implied I'm shirking my duties.

Since you have no confidence in me,

you can guard the deliveries by yourself.

I...

I would appreciate it if you continued to oversee them.

I'll do it, but only so your idiocy

doesn't get anyone in this town killed.

I care what happens to them. You should too.

This is a big opportunity.

I suppose, I'm letting my nerves get the best of me.

Now, back to my

inevitable win at the checkerboard.

You're inevitable defeat.

Don't count me out.

Might suddenly become the best checker player you've ev-

You can't start laughing

before I even finish my speech, man.

Howdy, Andrew.

Do you play?

I like checkers.

So do I.

Thank you for standing up for me.

Mr. Lewis is a pest.

You were fine sheriff, whether folks like him see it or not.

You're starting to make me regret calling you cruel.

I'm just happy you're finding reason to think I'm not.

You did listen to my advice about Mr. Oliver

on the bank delivery.

So at least in all you're not stupid.

Any other people I'd be not stupid

to include among my guards?

Tansy, without question. Mr. Clark.

Excuse me, I'm looking for the bank.

Joshua?

Paisley?

You're supposed to be in Abilene.

You're supposed to be in Omaha.

I'm the new bank teller here.

Bank is further down the road. You can't miss it.

Listen, we should...

We should talk.

Time for talking past years ago.

Feel free to tell me to go hang,

but I'm fair dying of curiosity.

This isn't something I've told anyone.

I'm not a gossip.

Joshua Delancey was a clerk

at my father's bank in Abilene.

We were engaged.

He left for Omaha to find us a place to live

and he never came back.

Never wrote.

He owes you an explanation.

I'm not sure I wanna hear it.

I endured a lot of things in that horrible, violent town.

None of it broke me, until him.

I am a penny short.

Well, that's close enough.

I'm not going to cheat you

and I'm also not going to accept charity.

I'll pay for it. All of it.

This isn't your concern, Joshua.

What can I put back?

That'll bring the total down by a penny.

Actually, if you would take an order

to the jailhouse for me, I would consider that a good trade.

I can do that.

Thank you. - Good day, Paisley.

Paisley.

Paisley, you have to at least talk to me.

Oh, I do, do I?

Miss Paisley, are you on your way to the jailhouse?

What do you think of Joshua Delancey?

There's something about him I don't like.

That something wouldn't happen to be

their one-time romance, would it?

It ain't the romance that bothers me.

It's that he hurt her.

I suspect that he's the reason

that she struggles to trust anyone.

Definitely a few somethings about him I don't like.

Paisley, you're being irrational.

Not a wise thing to say to a woman who's armed.

From Mr. Holmes.

The telegram on top was just handed to me by the mayor.

Your pa and Andrew are on their

fifth checker game of the day.

I wouldn't mind checking in on Papa.

I won't give up easily.

Giving up easily is what you do, Joshua.

Mary-Catherine should be back soon.

She went...

Hey, I don't remember where she went.

Where did you meet your wife?

At a... At that dance?

- Dance. - Yes.

Talks about your mom a lot.

He does at home too. It breaks my heart.

I'm holding up, I promise.

And you don't need to be holding up alone, I promise.

Seen anything interesting from your tree lately, Andrew?

The new bank clerk has been going out

to the old Parker Place.

I think he's wanting to buy it.

It's from Marshal Hawking.

"Cade. Arriving in SW in two days.

Heard there're 2200 reasons the town warrants a look in.

Hawk."

2,200 reasons?

The amount of the last bank delivery.

Thanks, by the way, for suggesting Tansy and Clark.

You've a mind for these things.

For planning heavily-armed deliveries of money?

That is not generally the way a woman wants to be described.

Oh, would you prefer I said

you were "prim and proper" instead?

I let you win.

Another!

Okay.

Your bank has been entrusted with the $2,000 delivery?

$2,000.

That is quite... Thank you, Miss Paisley.

Who's that?

Santa Claus.

Are you plumb outta your skull, woman?

You know what time it is?

You can lecture me later. This is important.

I'm going to break into the bank.

Marshal Hawking's telegram said the last bank delivery

was 2,200, and Mr. Lewis bragged today

that the bank received $2,000.

Mr. Lewis ain't the sort to give himself $200 less credit

than he feels entitled to.

I wanna look at the bank account book

and see what amount he recorded.

Let's break into the bank.

Put a shirt on.

Hold the lantern up here so I can see.

Can you decipher one of these?

I ran the bank the last few months

my father was still in charge.

Hmm.

What? What'd you find?

That Mr. Lewis shouldn't do his ciphering in ink?

I'd wager, you do all your ciphering in ink?

Of course.

Are you trying to distract me, Cade?

Not trying, but apparently succeeding.

Here's the entry for the bank delivery.

$2,000. So, where's the other 200?

Boxes locked in Omaha and can only be unlocked

with key that's in this bank.

Our culprit's either Lewis or Joshua.

The Joshua I knew wouldn't be involved

in something like this.

People change.

So what's our battle plan?

Cover our tracks here.

Tomorrow, we'll figure out what comes next.

Wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.

I just couldn't wait to find out if this town

would faint dead away to have both

the legendary Cade O'Brien

and the myth that is Marshal Hawking

in Savage Wells at the same time.

Your humility is inspiring.

I heard a rumor that one of the candidates

for sheriff was a woman.

Paisley Bell.

She's the one who rounded up the Grantland gang.

She'd have made a blasted good sheriff

if she'd been given half a chance.

Sounds like I'd be wise to snatch her up

as a Deputy Marshal.

Do you think the Marshal service

would allow a woman in that role?

Sit down, Cade.

Papa's staying at Gideon's. Today his cough is back.

Paisley Bell. Have a seat.

Marshal Hawking.

You have impressed Cade O'Brien.

That's not an easy thing.

He is hardheaded.

But he also knows what it takes to be a good lawman.

Or law woman. I'll take his word on that.

If you're patronizing me,

I'll string you up, Marshal or not.

I mean to learn what I can about you,

while I'm in Savage Wells.

First things first, how are the bank deliveries going?

The amount that's being sent

doesn't match the amount that's being recorded.

We're attempting to sort out where the money's going missing

and who our culprit is.

Culprit?

I'd reckon what you have are culprits.

Maybe Mr. Lewis and Joshua,

or one of them is working with someone else.

We need to sniff out the answer.

But carefully.

You two up for a bit of snooping?

Always.

Cade says you've managed more

than just capturing the Grantland gang.

And a stage robber.

Two thieves targeting nearby ranches

and I'm the one who sniffed out the problem

with the bank deliveries.

And sorting out the people in this odd little town

takes some cleverness.

Deputy Marshal needs to be a good shot, unshakeable,

but also needs to be good with people.

You really think I'd be a good Deputy Marshal,

even though I'm a woman?

There are a great many circumstances

in which a woman would warrant more trust

than a man ever could.

I'm not looking to be a nanny with a badge,

if that's the job you'd be offering.

You'd be a full Deputy Marshal,

all the same rights and duties as the others.

This offer of yours is sounding less hypothetical

all the time.

And if I were to make the offer in earnest?

I'd be tempted.

Search as quickly as you can.

I don't know how long Cade can keep Mr. Lewis and Joshua

busy at the bank.

Mr. Rice is still in town.

You could add him to your team of guards.

I'll keep my same team.

Will Joshua be here for the handover again?

Yes. Lucky for us.

He's likely to be made a manager himself someday.

Mmm. Take a look at this.

Joshua's been ciphering how to divide 200

by three people, I guess.

Three people?

200 is the exact amount that's missing.

It's not ironclad proof, but it's a thread to chase.

How much money are you expecting for the next delivery?

3,000.

Of course they said 2,200 last time,

but ended up lowering the amount.

They told you they lowered it?

Well, no, but that was all we received.

I had Joshua send a telegram regarding the change

but haven't received a response.

Let me know if anything changes at the next delivery.

I will.

These criminals are playing it close to the vest.

We need to force their hands somehow.

They won't wanna wander around

with a suspicious stack of money.

They'll likely stash it somewhere.

Andrew says Joshua's been going to the Parker place a lot.

It's isolated enough to hide money without being seen.

If that is what's happening,

we need to catch these thieves

with the money to make this stick.

Has Hawk made you an offer to join the Marshals?

I think he will. And it's tempting.

I'm not certain what I do about Papa,

while I was on assignment.

I'll look after your papa anytime you need me to.

The rest of Wyoming ain't like Savage Wells.

The US Marshals round up criminals

with ice in their veins.

I know it would be dangerous

but I'd have a regular job, which I need,

and I'd be making a difference, which matters a lot to me.

Can't help hoping you not have assignments often

that'd take you away from here.

You must really like me, Cade.

I flirt with you like mad.

Heavens, woman, every time we're together,

I barely keep myself from kissing you.

Just barely?

Fergus.

My given name is Fergus.

I believe I'll call you that when I'm put out with you.

I didn't know there was a time when you weren't.

We've reasoned to believe Joshua Delancey,

with the help of possibly two others

who we've not been able to identify

has been skimming money off the bank deliveries.

We need to catch them red handed.

This trio of lawbreakers is likely to split their money

at either the old Parker Place

or Joshua's room at the hotel.

Mr. Oliver, after the delivery, stay close by.

If the criminals are meeting at the hotel,

I'll need you at my side to help me apprehend them.

Yes, Sheriff.

Mrs. Wilhite, I need you acting as lookout at the hotel.

Should anyone come inside during the delivery,

I need you to give a signal.

I could wave a ribbon

Waving might draw attention,

stand out front and fuss with it a little,

enough for me to see.

Blue ribbon if someone comes inside,

red, if no one does.

I can do that.

I need you to create a distraction

just outside the bank when Joshua steps out.

Draw attention long enough

for me to get a signal from Mrs. Wilhite

and give silent instructions to Mr. Oliver

without Joshua noticing.

If they aren't meeting at the hotel, I'll go fetch my horse

and head to the Old Parker Place

slowly enough for Joshua to get there first.

We have to catch these criminals, all of them,

with the stolen money.

You keep this mum.

We don't know who the other two culprits are

and we can't risk them finding out.

You must not think any of us are the other ones.

Dead Ned, the Wyoming kid ain't a thief.

Paisley told me I could trust Mr. Oliver

and he's proven her correct time and again.

And I've come to know Mrs. Wilhite very well

these past weeks.

She's no criminal.

We won't let you down, any of you.

Tomorrow afternoon then.

What is it you need from the two of us?

Paisley and Hawk could be hiding out

at the Old Parker Place.

I need Tansy and Andrew watching the house from a distance.

I can see the Parker house real good from my tree.

What's my role in all this?

Be ready with your doctoring skills

in case this all goes bad.

$200 short.

Money's missing?

It's so brazen a thing to do with Marshal Hawking in town.

And I learned just this morning

that Joshua never sent the telegram to Omaha.

I'm Dead Ned the Wyoming Kid.

Probably heard all about me.

Excuse me, I need to-

I'm a fast draw. I'll show you.

Not with real guns,

just imagine I'm pulling my hand just like this.

And I make myself look real mean like-

It's very impressive.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

He ain't going to the hotel.

No, he ain't. It's the Old Parker Place then.

Two fellas rode inside the Parker Place.

Joshua's already in there.

Did you recognize either the two fellows?

I didn't see their faces.

Can you make it sound like a hoot owl?

I sure can.

Anyone else comes anywhere near that place, you hoot.

Who's there?

Show yourself!

I'll shoot you without a second thought.

One down, two to go.

Rice.

I'll get him. You check the house.

Joshua?

Joshua!

I came to catch 'em to get proof.

They're trying to frame me.

Who?

Framing you and double crossing them

should have been easy.

Toss down your weapon, Sheriff.

I am not bluffing. Both of you.

Toss your guns or I will shoot.

Do what he says.

Quit being so yellow-bellied, Cade, and shoot the man.

Cade!

Paisley!

Quit squeezing my arm, Fergus,

or I'll shoot you too.

Lewis shot me. Caught me off-guard.

Rice got me. Tansy got him.

Ow!

Well, Tansy's guarding Rice. I don't know how he's doing.

Get to town so Gideon can tend to you both.

First you almost shoot me, then you send me away?

I'd hate to see your approach with a woman you don't like.

I ain't ready to joke about this.

I love you, Paisley Bell.

You better.

Mr. Lewis was the one

who planted the incriminating note in Joshua's room?

Yes. And recruited Rice after

he didn't get the job of sheriff.

Now, it's just a bullet hole and you got the slug out.

This seems unnecessary.

Now, you're lucky Cade likes stubborn women.

No, you and Cade are perfect for each other.

Finding that is rare.

Finding that in the middle of nowhere is almost a miracle.

Maybe some unmarried woman

who loves noxious medicines will move to Savage Wells.

Yeah. I for one am not holding my breath.

Is your arm as bad as all that?

Gideon just being an old fuss.

He didn't try to make Hawk use a sling.

I didn't dig a bullet outta Hawk's arm.

Well, I'm gonna go check on Joshua.

He probably could do some more powders.

So what about Stevenson?

I couldn't save him.

But Rice and Lewis will cover and stand trial in Laramie.

Lucky for us, we both have very good aim.

Neither of us would've come out of this well otherwise.

Lewis was standing so close to you when I took that shot.

What if I'd missed?

I didn't doubt you for a moment, Cade O'Brien.

I did.

I'm gonna be reliving that moment in my nightmares

for years to come.

Pull yourself together, Fergus.

Fergus? I'm in trouble, am I?

I've been shot and had a bullet dug outta me.

I need you to quit your crying and hold me.

I'll drag these two out to the wagon.

You grab the paperwork, Deputy Bell.

Deputy Bell? I do like hearing that.

Don't even think about it. Keep moving.

Keep it moving.

Paisley?

Paisley, are you going somewhere?

To Laramie for a little while.

You'll be staying here with Cade.

He pulled me out of the river. I remember.

I don't always remember things, but I remember that.

It is your turn.

Is it?

Sure is.

Thank you for taking care of Papa while I'm on assignment.

Your first assignment with the US Marshals,

and it's taking those two to Laramie to face justice.

Not a bad beginning.

Are you even going to miss me, you hardheaded man?

More than you know.

How long are you gonna be gone again?

Hawk says two weeks.

Mm.

Two weeks is too long.

I suppose it can't be helped.

Come back to me whole, Paisley.

I will.

I'll always come back to you, Cade.

Yeah, let's go.

I love you, Cade O'Brien.

You better.

Woo!