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Oh, hello, Flint.

A break of yoke?

Well, the last wagon did in that gully that we hit just before sunset.

You know, Granny, I got a confession to make to you.

Through your eyes.

You're not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm not a child anymore.

Well, Granny, I got a confession to make to you.

Three things brought me over here just like a man.

The sound of your humming,

the color of your eyes,

and the smell of that fresh-baked apple pie.

You are the worst liar ever to come out of the rebel army.

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that if you just cut into this beautiful thing.

Where's Gabe and Luther?

Why aren't they here for the ceremony?

Luther's fetching Gabe now.

You'll have your big piece directly.

They get here.

You enjoy it, too,

because there won't be no more after this one.

What'd you run out of?

Time.

What do you mean?

Expect I'll be leaving you all pretty quick now.

Granny, is something wrong?

I put that pie aside to cool,

sat down here to rest for a spell,

then I guess I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Granny, you're going to be all right. Don't you worry.

We're going to cut that pie later.

You'd better come back for a piece.

I'll do that.

Luther.

Now, don't you go shooing him off.

What I got to say is,

his business, too.

Luther?

I'm here, Granny.

In the first place,

I don't want no hanged-on looks or misery when I go.

Promise me?

All right.

You, too, Luther.

Yes, Granny.

We've had a good life together, the three of us,

ever since your mother died.

Now it's time for me to go one way

and the two of you to go another.

We'll all get together one of these days

and we'll catch up on the news

and we'll have each other a fine time.

Now, the next thing's about you, Gabe.

It's no kindness to Hannah

to spend the rest of your life alone.

And it ain't fair to the boy she bore you, neither.

You've got to promise me

you'll find you a wife.

I told you I would, Granny.

I just need some time.

Oh, you've had all the time you need.

Hannah's been dead five years.

Seems to me that's long enough.

You've got to promise me, Gabe,

you'll find you a wife sometime in the next 30 days.

I can't find a wife in 30 days, Granny.

Oh, you'll wait till you get to California.

You'll be so took up with that farm

you'll never get around to it.

And Luther will turn into a unbuttoned,

unmended, dirty-behind-the-ears, wild Injun

that'd take a Methodist missionary

a lifetime to civilize.

You've got to promise me, Gabe.

Give me your word

you'll find you a wife before the month is gone.

Where, Granny?

Why, it's a mighty scarce out here, Granny.

Oh, you'll look hard enough.

You'll turn one up.

Gabe?

Gabe?

All right, Granny, I promise.

Good.

Now that's all the talking I intend to do.

You can leave me to rest.

We left her to rest under a cottonwood

in the North Platte Valley.

Kept the promise we gave her.

Wished her Godspeed and we didn't grieve.

But Gabe and Luther missed her something fierce.

Hey, how you two making out here, huh?

Well, first-rate, Major.

Yeah, you got a...

Is this here part of your chill watch?

Oh, by golly, you know,

these are quite some biscuits you got here.

First biscuit I ever saw

you could play home sweet home on.

You should have seen last night.

Well, you ate them, I noticed.

I still got some stuck between my teeth,

like indie rubber.

See?

Hey, Gabe, how long is it since Granny left us?

Sixteen days.

Doesn't seem to me like you're making much headway

with this wife-hunting of yours.

Well?

Well, gain's been kind of scarce, Major.

Oh.

Miss Annabelle.

Evening, Gabe.

Major.

Luther.

Annabelle.

If you're getting tired of your own cooking,

Mama says come eat with us, Gabe.

Anytime, open invitation.

Thank you.

Night.

Night.

Night.

You know, Gabe,

we're going to be pulling into a little town

named Aurora tomorrow afternoon.

We're going to stay there over Sunday.

You better get yourself a shave

and put on a boiled shirt

and shine up them boots a little, huh?

You say Aurora?

Yeah, it's kind of a little jumping-off place.

I guess it's probably the last town

between here and the Sierras

in terms of population.

You know, Gabe,

the farther west we get,

the better that Miss Annabelle's

going to look to you.

Wow.

Maybe we ought to go east.

No, sir.

Aurora's that sun.

Come on.

Now, which way would you recommend?

Some pickings all over, looks like.

Well, I guess one way

is about as good as another.

Let's go.

Well, Goodwin just went by,

but she was took up.

Well, they can't all be took up.

They're likely off to home, Pa.

How does a man go about bushing them out?

Don't ask me.

I've never done it before.

Took up.

Yeah, it didn't much suit me anyway.

What do you mean,

you've never done this before?

How'd you get them off?

That's different.

What's different about it?

For one thing,

I didn't have to do it

in a day and a half.

Well, you know,

it's a good thing

you didn't have to do it

in a day and a half.

Yeah.

Let's go.

What's the matter, Pa?

I thought she was pretty good.

I'm afraid she's a might took up, son.

Oh,

yeah, yeah, I reckon it did.

How did you get Ma anyway?

Better to square dance.

Is that the best way to do it?

Well, there's no best way.

Every fellow's got to find a way

that works out best for him.

Something like singing schools,

picnics, or even a box social.

How does a man tell

when he's found the right one?

Well, that's kind of hard to answer.

Mostly you get a feeling.

What kind of feeling?

When you get a little older, son,

did you get that feeling about Ma?

Yeah.

I still do now and then

when I think about her.

Well,

it's not much of a sign, is it?

My body can read it.

That's the main thing.

Is that the night?

Yep, and you're welcome to come

if you need anything.

Name's Zeef Flummer.

I'm the parson here.

I do.

We just came in on Adam's wagon train.

I'm Gabe Henry,

and this is my boy Luther.

How are you, Luther?

We're trying our best to round up...

Luther.

Well, Granny said it was my affair, too.

Round up?

You looking for some livestock?

Sort of.

That'll be enough out of you, Luther.

Let's go.

Well, I've always said

there's no matrimonial agency in the world

that can touch a well-run box social.

But Gabe, a day and a half...

That's plenty long enough time, Parson.

A man eliminates all the waste motion.

Trouble is, though,

when it comes to courting,

waste motion's mostly what they want.

You say it's been five years

since your wife passed on?

Yeah, going on six.

You sure ought to have found

some suitable young lady

in that length of time?

That's what I've been telling my boy Luther.

It won't make much difference

how suitable a woman is

if you don't get that feeling

when you're first here.

I'll sure never forget the first time

I laid eyes on Hannah.

Well, Gabe,

if you haven't found someone

to set the bells ringing in five years,

I don't see how you can expect me

to conjure up someone

to set the bells ringing.

I don't know.

She just came in on the morning stage.

You might not eat a box social after all.

You got agents all over town?

That'll be 45 cents.

All right.

Let's see,

now 45,

50,

75,

and a dollar.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Dribble.

Coming.

That's the feed wagon.

Gotta go help him unload.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Sit.

Where?

Right there.

Here.

Gee, thanks.

Now,

let's have it.

What?

What are you up to?

What do you mean, ma'am?

Now, come on.

Don't hold out on me.

You know, I'm pretty good

at reading little boys' minds.

Good sarsaparilla.

Well?

I, uh,

I'd been wondering

if you'd be interested in getting married.

You proposing?

Kinda.

What's your name?

Kathleen O'Hara.

I'm very flattered, Luther.

But to tell you the truth,

I kinda had an older man in mind.

I got one.

Oh?

He's a humdinger.

He can ride like an Injun,

knows all there is to know about cattle and farming,

don't use hard language,

and the best man I ever saw with an ax.

Pretty good with a birch rod, too.

Wouldn't I deserve it now and then?

Birch rod?

His name's Gabriel,

but most folks call him Gabe.

Oh.

We have to find him a wife by sunup Monday.

Oh, why's that?

Wagon train leaves then.

We got us 600 acres in California

with a creek on it and trees

and lots of green bottom land

for a dairy herd and horses

and a truck garden.

You're pretty strong.

Feel that muscle?

My daddy was wrestling champion of County Tyrell.

And look at that.

Me, too, see?

Never been sick a day of my life.

How come you ain't took up?

Well, it's kind of a long, sad story, Luther.

Can't cook, most likely.

Who says I can't?

You know, when I was 14,

I'd cook for 15 hands at harvest time.

I could sew and keep house, too.

Tell you something else I can do.

I can catch a mess of trout

with a long black thread and a little bent pin.

Boy, appears to me you'll work out pretty good.

Of course, Pa's the one who'll have the say.

On account he'll be doing the marrying.

Oh, of course.

He'll want to look you over real close.

He says all that other stuff doesn't matter

less than you get a feeling.

He's gonna tell me what that means

when I get a little older.

Not much older at the rate you're going.

Well, I'll tell you, Luther.

You know, I'm really not much

in the market for a husband right now.

But you tell Gabe to keep looking.

You never know what'll turn up

in a time like this.

Bye, Pa.

Why, tell the fellow where you're going, son.

I've been looking for you all over.

This is Miss O'Hara, Pa.

Yeah.

I had no idea what Luther was up to.

Well, he told me all about it.

I wish you a lot of luck.

Well, I gotta be going now.

I have a lot of errands to do.

Bye.

Bye, Pa.

She ain't took up, Pa.

Yeah, looks like we got her found, son.

100 pounds of flour

and one box of celeriac.

You're going pretty heavy

on that celeriac, aren't you?

Yeah, but he dumps it in the coffee.

At least that's the way it tastes.

If you don't like my coffee, Mr. McCullough,

just make your own.

All right, two boxes of celeriac,

two boxes of coffee.

Hey, Flint, what did,

what Bill say about those single trees?

Oh, he said that you could pick them up

in front of the general store.

All right, I'll pick them up.

Charlie, what else?

Well, let me see now.

Oh, yeah.

One stepmother for Luther Henry.

One step...

One stepmother for Luther.

Hey, Flint, how's the market

on stepmothers these days?

Oh, it's going up something fierce.

Isn't that right, Charlie?

Awful, awful.

You know, the last time we were through this town,

they were as thick as flies,

but now they're getting mighty scarce.

Guess it's better to run on them, huh?

Yep.

We got us a wife.

Well, hello there, Luther.

By golly, we were just talking about you.

Yeah.

We got us a dandy.

Marilyn.

What's her name?

Kathleen.

Kathleen what?

O'Hara.

You don't mean Candy?

Kathleen O'Hara, huh?

Oh, I'll bet she's a beauty.

Pretty black hair, huh?

Nope.

Sort of reddish yellow, like Taffy.

Blue eyes and pink cheeks

and all that other stuff that goes with it.

I saw her first,

but I'm gonna let Pa have her.

Well, it can't be the same one, that's all.

Kathleen O'Hara.

Taffy colored hair.

Oh, there's more Irishmen here

than there is in Ireland

with all this railroad building and everything.

Yeah, and O'Hara,

that's as common a name as Smith.

Well, it couldn't be Candy.

She was an Abilene.

I hope.

Here's your shirt.

Socks.

Underwear.

That's all I could find in your hotel room.

Yeah, the rest is at the laundry.

Your razor's here.

Soap, stomach medicine.

Couldn't find your toothbrush,

so I bought you one, that's all.

Honey, I don't know what I'd do without you.

Is there anything else you want?

Marshall,

do you think we could talk alone for a minute?

I can't go very far with these, you know.

I guess it's all right.

The back door's locked.

I'll be just outside the front.

When'd you get in?

Just before noon.

Where you been?

I had to get work.

Did you get it?

Yes.

What's chewing on you?

Why?

You seem different.

Look, Marty, it was a long ride on the stage.

I'm tired.

What is it this time?

Ah, they claimed I roughed up some young kid.

Called me out in a stud game.

Turned out his old man's a big mine owner around here.

Got the town council in his hip pocket.

Right now I need $100 bill.

How much you got?

$3.80.

I had to pay your hotel bill

before they'd give me the clothes.

How much you got in the bank in Abilene?

Nothing.

I had to pay another fine there too, remember?

You're not squandering your money

on somebody else, are you?

Why do you ask me that?

You got that sassy look in your eye.

You're counting on a woman.

I don't want to talk about it, Marty.

I'm tired.

I'm tired too.

I've been on that jailhouse bunk for over a week now.

You haven't answered my question.

No, there isn't anyone else.

When will you get the $100?

I don't know.

When will you be back?

When I get good and ready.

Oh boy, you are getting sassy.

Thanks, Jubal.

I can take care of the rest of it myself.

Be seeing you next trip, Major.

You betcha.

Howdy, ma'am.

Getting settled all right?

Seem to be.

Lady, just come in from Abilene.

Anything more I can do, you just let me know.

Thanks.

How are you, Major?

Well, Candy, I'm...

I'm a little upset,

if you really want to know.

Marty Benson come here with you?

No.

What are you doing here?

I got tired of Abilene.

Where did Abilene get tired of you?

It's nice seeing you, Major.

Now, now, Candy, wait a minute.

I got a favor I want to ask you.

It's about Gabe Henry.

I understand you met up with him and his boy a while ago.

I said hello to him, that's all.

That's usually enough, isn't it, Candy?

If you don't mind...

Now, now, Candy, don't get way mad.

Don't get way mad.

You know, I...

I would never say anything to offend you.

Lord knows I wouldn't want to judge you either,

because I've got faults like everybody else,

plenty of them.

But you know, Gabe Henry's a good man.

He's a good friend of mine.

I wouldn't want to see him hurt.

Gabe wants a woman to love him

and look after him and his home and his boy.

And I don't think he wants Candy O'Hara.

There must be a lot of other fellas around here

in this town that do.

All I'm going to ask of you...

What'll I tell him?

I'll leave that to you, Candy.

Go on, go on, go on.

Howdy, Major.

Howdy, Gabe.

Hello, Mr. Henry.

How do, ma'am?

I didn't know you and the Major were acquainted.

Oh, yes, we're old friends.

Where's Luther?

He found a creek with some frogs in it.

That does sound like him.

Well, I expect I'd better go now.

Oh, please, don't run off.

I really haven't time.

Hold on.

Must be $2 to rent this buggy here.

Now, you wouldn't want that to go to waste, would you?

Well, there must be someone else you can take buggy riding.

Well, I reckon there is.

Only I don't want to take anybody else.

I want to take you.

But you don't even know me.

That's why I want to take you buggy riding.

Mr. Henry, I don't...

Just call me Gabe.

Up we go.

Just up Main Street and back, that's all.

What kind of a buggy ride is that up Main Street and back?

Come on.

I'm sorry.

It's all I've got time for.

I've only been here since 11.

I have clothes to press.

I've got shopping to do.

Now you're making excuses.

No, it's the truth.

Well, I don't blame you none, no.

Luther'd scare any right-minded woman off with that chatter of his.

It wasn't Luther at all.

Well, he ain't really such a catamount as he seems.

Once you get to know his weak points,

you can hold him down pretty good.

His grandmother sure did a fine job

making him toe the mark.

You can turn around right here, please.

You don't mean that?

Yes, I do, I told you.

I can't go buggy riding with you.

I just can't.

Why not?

Will you take my word for it?

Nope.

I'll holler.

Go ahead.

Please stop.

I'll have it back in an hour.

I'm going to find us a tree to sit under

and have us a picnic.

Fried chicken, cornbread, and apple pie.

That's what the rest of the folks put it up.

You hungry?

Grab this.

Now, that's one of the reasons women are so contrary.

They just can't agree with themselves.

How do you figure that?

Well, they want a man, home, family and all.

So what are they going to do?

They make it as hard as they possibly can

on the first fellow that calls on them.

Kind of like a, well, like an obstacle race.

The first person I ever heard call it that.

That's just what it is.

You got to meet a girl the right way.

You ask her folks' permission to call on her.

Then you bring her a box of chocolates,

flowers and all that.

Then you move up to a square dance

or a church picnic.

Then you buy her lunch at a box social.

Take her buggy riding a few nights running.

Then you go all the way back

and ask her folks for a hand.

Then you get engaged for six long months

before you finally get married.

And six long months

before you finally get her into church.

Man sure do good

to get all this done inside of a year.

Let's talk about something else.

No, sir.

I'm just about to make my point.

I got to get all this done

in less than two days.

I got to have me some cooperation.

I can't marry you, Gabe.

Why not?

I have a mother back home

I have to support.

I have to get me a job

so I can get some money and send it home.

What kind of a job?

A waitress.

Well,

once we get to California on that ranch

we can save more money back home

than you ever could working as a waitress.

Don't go contrary on me now.

We got no time for that.

I'm not, Gabe.

It's...

I could tell back there in the store.

I could tell the first time I set eyes on you.

I have some more chicken.

I want you beside me

when we see that ranch for the first time.

The green hills

and the creek running by the house.

Horses galloping across the bottom land

with their tails high in the air.

Will you stop talking that way?

I told you I can't.

Well, you are the contrast woman I ever saw.

I am not.

Why won't you marry me then?

You do too.

Oh, how can you tell, Mr. Know-it-all?

By looking at you.

Oh, I suppose you can read my mind.

Oh, how can I when you can't?

Let's go back.

You got to promise me something.

You got to go to Box Social with me tonight.

You say no again tonight

and I promise I'll go on west without you.

All right.

Well, Major.

Just in time.

That smells pretty good, Charlie.

Blue, son.

Let's see.

What do we got here?

Well, by golly,

hunters too.

Say, Charlie, I couldn't tell you

how happy that makes me.

Bill, how long has it been

since we've had a hunter stew?

Oh, about 24 hours, as near as I can figure.

Wrong. That was prairie stew.

What's the difference, Charlie?

Well, there's a touch more

Napoleon brandy in the prairie

and naturally not as many herbs

and truffles and all them things.

And you have to have an educated taste

to appreciate it too.

Of course, if you gentlemen

don't like my French cooking,

I'd be very happy to change places

with you.

What about our farrier, Bill?

What's he doing?

Well, he said he can finish up tomorrow.

What can he have to say?

Nothing to worry about there.

How do you figure that?

You know, Bill,

I figure she got herself

pulled into that somehow.

I think one of these days

she'll just tell Gabe

her own nice way

and that'll be the end of it.

Oh?

Did she tell you that?

No, but...

Well, she didn't.

What do you mean?

Well, he got into a fight

with a young fella in a poker game

last week and almost killed him.

She's not trying to run away from him.

She followed him up here.

Seems to me that's more reason

for her to stay away from Gabe.

Well, she's not trying to run him

off with a stick either.

What's that supposed to mean?

When I stopped by the livery stable,

I thought I'd stop by

and see what you were doing.

None of our business, of course.

Oh, that's right.

Three hours, huh?

Would you like another mushroom, Major?

No, thanks, Charlie.

I'll see you boys later.

Well, Ed, thanks a lot.

No trouble at all, Major.

Stop by your next trip through, huh?

I will.

How you getting along, honey?

All right, I guess.

Sit down.

Can I help?

No, thanks.

Something wrong?

No.

Well, I was expecting that I'd talk to you

about the money.

We didn't get around to that this morning.

You make ten bucks a night here.

Half the take on drinks.

You don't have to check up on Gus either.

He's a good guy.

You don't have to check up on Gus either.

If he makes a mistake,

he'll likely be in your favor.

It's a good joint.

It's a good town.

You play it right,

you make enough to retire.

Are you trying to be funny?

Hm?

Why?

Does anybody ever retire from this?

Depends on what you mean.

I mean, meet the right man,

get married, have a family.

Is that what's eating you candy?

Maybe.

Honey,

you should have thought about that five years ago.

Kate,

Kate, suppose you met a man

and he asked you to marry him

and he was somebody that you thought

you could fall in love with.

What would you do?

You know,

that happened to me once a few years ago.

Apple farmer from Poughkeepsie

had a dog gone apple cider

in the whole state of New York.

Met him at a McClellan

for president rally in the Bowery.

Well, how'd you come out?

About like McClellan.

He started asking questions

about my background.

Get it out of your mind, Candy.

The sooner the better.

Gus will be expecting you downstairs

in cider an hour.

I'll be ready.

Reckon she can make biscuits like Granny?

Well,

don't know, Luther.

Maybe we ought to find out,

don't you think?

Put you in charge of the biscuit campaign.

I got a war to worry about.

Gabe, Luther.

Eva, Major.

How are things going with you?

Well, tolerable.

This is the first time he's shaved twice in the same day,

since they have Lincoln's second inaugural.

That'll do, son.

The lantern or the talk?

Both.

You go take care of them frogs

in that water bucket of yours.

Yes, sir.

You know, Gabe,

there might be some mighty pretty girls

that bark so soon tonight.

Expect I won't even notice them, Major.

You're great to go with me.

I've never seen

whatsoever contrariest woman I ever run into.

You know, Gabe,

I might have stretched the truth

just a little bit when I told you

that this was a jumping-off place.

There's some other settlements

between here and the West.

I don't like to see you get yourself into trouble

when there's no need for it.

Oh, this will work out all right, Major,

if she'll have me.

Why don't you fret yourself, Nun?

Well, I can't help but feel responsible.

But you are.

Yeah, but, uh,

Gabe, how much do you know about her?

All I need to.

Got in town today.

Works over in a restaurant.

Got a mother back east to take care of

and sends her money every week.

She ask you for any money, Gabe?

Nah.

Why do you ask me that?

You mean you think she'd...

Well, Gabe...

She ain't that kind of a girl, Major.

But how do you know?

Well, I just do, that's all.

Tell me right now.

Go on, let's have it.

Gabe, I just don't know quite what to tell you.

You're a grown man.

You ought to be able to make up your own mind.

I just don't want to see you jump into a pond

until you know how deep it is.

Ah.

I see a real live coward take a good look at me.

What's the matter?

Well, that Gabe came right out and asked me a question.

All I could do was snivel

and tell him to use his head.

Oh, darn it.

You know what that girl Candy's trying to do to him now?

Well, that boyfriend,

that gambling boyfriend of hers

is up here and he's in the jailhouse.

She's trying to talk Gabe

out of $100 for bail money for him.

Major, please.

Now, don't tell me what to do.

Don't tell me that it's none of my gall darn business.

I just had sense enough

to keep my big mouth shut about Aurora.

How in tarnation was I supposed to know

that that little floozy was up here?

Last time I saw her, she was in Abilene, gal.

Why'd you have him pour that coffee for me?

I didn't. I poured it for her.

She's been waiting five or ten minutes

since she wants to talk to you.

You.

Well, Candy, I...

I guess I owe you an apology, don't I?

What for?

Well, I didn't mean for you to hear that.

I could tell.

You still want that coffee, miss?

No, thanks.

I really didn't mean you to hear that.

As long as you did, maybe it's just as well.

Candy, why in tarnation did you lie to me

about Marty Benson?

You asked me if I came up with him.

I didn't.

He sent down to Abilene for me.

You knew darn well what I meant.

It's that hundred-dollar bail

you're trying to get, isn't it?

A hundred dollars?

You think I'd throw that man

to the wolves for a hundred dollars?

Candy, I'm just going on past performance.

How long do people do that to you?

Do what?

Make what you are out of what you were.

Is it all written down

in indelible ink, Major?

Indelible ink that you can't wash out?

Is it like trying to run away

from your shadow only you can't, ever?

Do you really want to?

I don't think you'd believe me

if I told you.

Why don't you try me once?

Candy, do you really mean...

I don't know what I mean, Major.

I don't guess I know myself.

How could I expect you

or anybody else to know?

Why'd I run away from home

when I was 15?

Take up with Marty Benson

and go to Wichita and Abilene

and Hay City and all those other towns?

I don't know.

Why'd I write down all those numbers

on that nice, white, clean piece of paper

for people like you to add up today?

Major, I don't know.

I don't know.

I just know I'm so sick and miserable

I could jump off a cliff.

Oh, wait a minute, Candy.

Just hold on a minute.

Don't you worry, Major, I won't.

Three minutes.

It's my first night on the job.

God darn you, little shrimp.

Why didn't you tell me

that she was sitting here?

I didn't want to interrupt her.

Oh, you didn't want to interrupt my foot.

Hmm?

That stuff tastes like salaria.

I reckon you've been to a lot of box socials.

No, not for a long time.

Neither have I.

Last time must have been before Luther was born.

That's better than 10 years ago.

You've done any more thinking

about what we talked about?

Yes.

What are we stopping for?

I did a lot of thinking.

I realized I made a mistake.

I should have told you

right off in the beginning

when we first met in the general store.

You should have told me what?

Why I was so contrary

when you went to talking about your ranch in California.

And the green hills

and the horses running across the meadow.

I had no right to let you talk that way.

And I had no right to let you

take me on that buggy ride.

I should have known better

and I do know better.

I better go in now.

I'm not a box social kind of girl, Gabe.

I gotta go in or I'll be late for work.

Come on.

You mean that you

work here?

It's what I...

It's what I've been since I left home.

You're not a very good judge of character,

are you, Gabe?

My fella's in jail.

He's waiting for me to get $100

so I can bail him out.

Maybe I figured to get it from you.

I don't know.

I'll tell you a secret, Gabe.

Even he won't marry me.

Kathleen.

No, it's Candy.

That's what they call me in Wichita.

Kathleen in Hay City.

Why don't you take that box

and just go on over to the box social

and see if you can't find yourself a nice girl

that you and Luther can be proud of.

I don't know what to say.

Then don't say it.

Just go on.

Do you like fried chicken?

Yeah, I usually do.

Well, there's nothing I like better to rule.

And I had a wonderful way with fried chicken.

Biscuits so light,

they almost fly away

when you split them half open.

Go ahead, help yourself.

You got no more need for it.

I'll take it.

Go ahead, help yourself.

You got no more need for it.

What are you thinking about, Major?

Huh? Oh, I...

I'm just thinking about a young fella

I used to know named Joby Kincaid.

Who's he?

Well, he's a young fella

who was wild as a march hare when he was a kid.

I'll tell you, before he was 20 years old,

he was traveling with the McQuaid gang.

He must have held up, I guess,

oh, half a dozen or more banks

up in northern Missouri.

Things got kind of hot for him there,

so he went out west

and he started running cattle across the border.

Did pretty good for a while.

Then he met up with a young deputy sheriff

and got the jump on him a time or two.

And old Joby, he ended up

doing five years

in the Texas State Penitentiary.

You know where he is today?

Oh, where?

Well, see,

he's the sheriff of Los Animas County.

He married the mayor's daughter.

He's got three wonderful kids

in a boarding school back in Massachusetts.

I guess it doesn't matter much

what a man does

as long as he doesn't get himself hung.

He can always reform.

But with a woman,

well, I guess it's like Candy said.

What was that?

Well, she said that

it was kind of like

trying to run away from your shadow.

Major, is Shandy gonna stay in that place?

Come on, Marie, let's dance.

Not now.

How about now?

Why, another drink?

I'm sorry, Major, I don't feel like it.

Just give me some time, I'll snap out of it.

You don't want to move, honey.

This is Saturday night.

Come on, let's dance.

Sorry, mister, she's took off for the evening.

What do you mean, took off?

Kate, please.

This lady's gonna dance with me, my friend.

And I'll thank you.

Major.

Better buy your friend a drink

when he rigs up.

I think you'll need it.

You just lost me my job in there.

You ain't got no more use for it anyway.

Take her over to the church, Major.

I can't go in there.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

You just take her over there

and sit her on the steps and wait for me,

if you don't mind.

I don't understand that man.

You don't have to understand him, Candy.

Why don't you just sort of relax

and listen to him?

Come on, I better do what that man said.

Come on, now.

Marshal.

What can I do for you?

20,

40,

60,

80,

100.

Now let's wake up that fellow

that's waiting for the bail money.

I was not, I was just...

All right, what have I done now?

I got an out, this gentleman put up your bail.

Well,

thanks, friend.

Where are we going?

Big dodge down to church, a wedding.

A wedding, huh? I like weddings.

Hey, Marshal, if you want to finish my game,

go right ahead. Mind you, no cheating.

Haven't I met you somewhere before?

Hardly think so.

You know, you kind of had me stopped

for a minute in there.

I couldn't figure why in the world

a man would pay $100 to go bail for a stranger.

Then you mentioned something about a wedding.

By the way, who's the bride?

I'm a little lady here in town.

Biggest wedding of the year, they say.

I haven't sung at a wedding in a coon's age.

Somebody told you about me, huh?

No, I just sort of sensed it.

You look like you might be a good baritone.

Yeah?

Beautiful dreamer waking to me.

How's it sound?

First rate.

Think I ought to sing it?

Sure, after the ceremony.

Now, wait a minute.

If I'm not going to sing at the wedding,

what am I going to do?

What did you say the bride's name was?

Candy O'Hara.

You're joshing.

I don't usually put up $100 in gold

just for a laugh.

Well, that sure is shooting all you're going to get,

because I got no intention of marrying Candy

or anybody else.

Well, now, I'm glad to know how you feel.

This is something we sure ought to discuss

before we get too close to the church.

Yeah.

After you.

Morrison.

Major.

Well, they're about ready to start the auction.

You sure you won't come in?

You don't want me in there.

Well, I've never turned anybody away yet,

and I'm not starting now.

You lose half your congregation.

Hey, hold on a minute.

Marty, what happened?

We just had a discussion.

What did you discuss?

We just had a discussion.

All right, Marty, any time.

Kathleen,

I'm asking you to be my wife.

Now, if you'll marry me,

I promise to give up gambling,

get myself a job on the railroad,

and find us a house,

and treat you as a girl

who's as sweet and as pretty as you are

and deserves to be.

Now, if I fall down on the job,

if you ever have to set foot

in this saloon again,

my Gabe Henry here

is gonna hang up his plow

and ride trail on me

till my hide's hanging on his barn door.

Gabe, why'd you do this?

You deserve a good break

from a man for a change.

How do you know?

We only met five hours ago.

It didn't take me but two minutes.

I don't care where you've been

or what you've done.

It never touched you.

I can look into your eyes and see that.

No, sir, it never touched you.

Parson,

we can get on with the wedding now.

Let's go.

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