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Oh, evenin', miss.

I said, "Evenin'."

Leave me alone.

Well... now, you're not being cordial.

And that ain't right, 'cause I'm a very cordial fella.

Will you please go away?

I've been away six months.

Just come in off the range.

Only trying to be friendly.

Why don't you go someplace else

and try to be friendly?

Are you being troubled, Mrs. McClure?

I'm all right, Hoss. No harm.

You sure there's nothing I can do?

She said, "No harm."

Ma'am, would you like me to escort you home?

No, I'll be all right now, thank you.

- Evenin'. - Evenin'.

Hoss!

He's dead, Hoss.

Mr. Jenkins.

Everything was done proper?

Just like he was one of yours, Hoss.

Thank you, sir.

Giddyap.

Boil them cabbage down, down

Turn them hoecakes round, round

The only song that I can sing is

Boil them cabbage down

Wish I had a needle and thread

As fine as I could sew

Sew that gal to my coat sleeves

Down the road I'd go.

Whoa.

Whoa! Stop.

Your pardon.

I just came into town.

I heard about this.

I sure appreciate your kindness,

but I'd like to bury my brother myself.

Hoss.

Pa, I... I just want to tell him how sorry I am.

I know.

I can tell by your look what you're thinking.

You're figuring I'm aiming to make trouble, but I ain't.

What's happened has happened, and...

I don't know the right or wrong of it.

I ain't to judge.

We were... we were hoping to have

a real orderly funeral, friend.

Oh, I'm for order.

Indeed I am.

But this is my brother.

And if it's all the same to you good people,

I'd like to bury him myself.

Would you gentlemen give me a hand, please?

Thank you.

I'd like to thank all of you,

particularly the party

who thought well enough of my brother

to give him this here funeral.

Thank you.

Giddyap, Molly.

Boil them cabbage down, down

Turn them hoecakes round, round

The only song that I can sing is

Boil them cabbage down

Wish I had a needle and thread

As fine as I could sew

Sew that gal to my coat sleeves

Down the road I'd go

Boil them cabbage down, down

Turn them hoecakes round, round

The only song that I can sing is

Boil them cabbage down.

Oh, this fence could use some mending.

Yeah.

You haven't heard a thing I've said all day.

I'm... I'm sorry, Joe. I...

Yeah, we'll, uh... we'll get on that fence.

You're eating yourself up with guilt, Hoss.

It's no good.

Joe, I reckon I ain't...

I ain't no good at killing folks.

You didn't mean to kill him.

Everybody knows that.

Just can't get him off of my mind.

It's... it's like he was

following me around or something.

Hoss, it's happened, it's over with,

and you're going to have to forget it.

You're right.

I'm going to forget it.

Let's get that... that fence fixed.

Okay.

We're going to need a wagonload of rails...

Nobody knows the trouble I seen

Nobody knows

My sorrow

Nobody knows

The trouble I seen

Glory

Hallelujah

Sometimes I'm...

Oh, good afternoon, gentlemen.

What are you doing?

Digging a grave... for my brother.

You're... you're going to bury your brother here on our land?

It's such a fine spot.

Under a tree, with all this grass around.

Look, Mr. Bolling...

I'm terribly sorry about your brother.

There ain't nothing I can do or say

that could bring him back or...

make either one of us feel any better, but...

I can't let you bury him right here, I...

where I got to live and work.

I... I'm sorry.

I just... I just can't let you do it.

Well, that's a shame.

It's... it's a real... it's a real shame.

I-I... I know how you feel.

I... he would have liked it here, though.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to trespass.

I just didn't mean to cause any inconvenience.

I... I'll fill up the hole.

Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you all the same.

Come on, Little Joe.

Nobody knows

The trouble I seen

Nobody knows

My sorrow

Nobody knows

The trouble I seen

Glory, hallelujah.

Way out on Clinch Mountain

I ain't got no home

I'm drunk as the Devil

Oh, leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey

I know you of old

You robbed my poor pockets

Of silver and gold

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey

Rye whiskey, I cry

If I don't get rye whiskey

I surely will die

If the ocean was whisky and I was a duck

I'd swim to the bottom and never come up

"Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey," I cry

If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.

You sure know a lot of songs.

I learned 'em in a lot of places.

How long you aiming on staying here, mister?

As long as I can sell some of my wares.

Reckon my wife could use some of your pots and pans.

Stop by our place. Bring your wares.

That's kindly of you, Mr. Gilbert, very kindly.

Hey, how about another song?

Well, I'll be pleased, if you like.

When he was a cowboy

He learned to throw the line

He learned to pocket money and also dress so fine

He went out on the prairie to learn to kill and steal

When he killed a cowboy

How happy he did feel

For working, he's not able

And begging, he's too low

But killing is so dreadful, to the gallows he must go

Stop it!

What's the matter, boy?

That song.

It's just a song from the prairie.

It don't carry no particular point.

I killed your brother, and you hate me for it.

Why don't you just come on out and say it?

Hate ya?

No, you're wrong, boy. I don't hate nobody.

I don't want to hurt you, boy. I want to forgive ya.

A man kills somebody, he needs to be forgiven.

What's done's done.

I'm just a peaceful traveling man

trying to earn an honest dollar.

I'll buy all your merchandise.

You clear out of town tonight.

That's kindly of you, son.

I couldn't do that.

You'd just be buying my goods

'cause you felt you owed me something.

I got the money.

Keep your money, son.

Don't try and buy forgiveness.

I give it to you freely.

Got home kind of late last night, didn't you, son?

Yes, sir.

Couldn't sleep, so I rode into town for a spell.

With a workday in front of you?

It might have been a good thing I did, Pa.

Hmm. How do you figure?

I saw Bolling.

That wasn't such a good idea, was it?

Maybe not, but I learned something.

What was that?

He's buried his brother.

You know where?

On the side of the road going into Virginia City.

Every time I ride by, going or coming,

I got to go right by that grave.

Well, Hoss, he can bury his brother

any place he's allowed to.

Pa's right, Hoss.

I thought you were gonna try to forget about this thing.

I was, but... he ain't gonna let me.

He's finished his business, he's buried his brother.

Now why don't he go on?

Well, kind of hard to answer.

I'm gonna find the answer.

Son, sometimes things happen,

accidents, innocent accidents.

Nothing you can do about 'em.

Best thing to do is leave 'em be.

Pa, I got to find out.

I gotta.

I gotta.

Go on.

You going someplace?

Yeah. Looks like Hoss maybe chasing up trouble.

I think somebody ought to keep an eye on him.

I raised him to look after himself,

and I think he can manage.

I gotta go along with Adam, Pa.

I'd feel a lot better if one of us went with him.

I'd feel a lot better

if you just loaded up that wagon, both of you.

Where are you going?

Oh, I just remembered, I've gotta go into town.

I got to get some supplies.

- Funny. - Yeah? What's that?

He just picked up supplies yesterday.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, well, he wouldn't be going after Hoss.

After all, he raised Hoss to take care of himself.

Oh, yeah. Well, let's load the wagon.

Hyah!

I'm looking for Clarence Bolling.

He left right after the fire.

What fire? What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about, Cartwright.

That peddler's wagon was burned to a crisp.

How'd it happen? Anybody see it?

Don't you know, Hoss?

Any of you other fellas know where he is?

He's inside, having that burned hand taken care of.

Morning, friend.

I want to talk to you.

Talk away.

In private.

There's no point in harboring secrets.

We're among friends.

Look, I said I had business with you.

Boy, I'd like you to let me be.

- Get up. - Hoss, you've done enough.

You stay out of this, Gilbert.

You better stay put, peddler.

He probably wants to take you out somewhere

where he can shoot you.

Hoss...

- Hold it, Gilbert. - Ben!

Hold it!

Here, wipe your face.

- Pa, that Gilbert accused me... - Go home.

- But, Pa... - Go home, son.

You're a violent man, friend, violent.

Son...

Mr. Bolling...

I'm Ben Cartwright.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Cartwright.

My son isn't a violent man.

He's very sorry for what happened to your brother.

Of course, so am I.

Well, that's kindly of you, Mr. Cartwright,

but it's over now.

My son doesn't seem to think it is.

He has the feeling

that you have some sort of vengeful thoughts against him.

No man has a right to vengeance.

Least of all, a poor peddler like me.

Why are you staying on in town?

What's keeping you here?

I don't rightly know.

See, my wagon burned down this morning,

and I got no trade now; no place to go.

I'm sorry for what happened to your wagon,

but how long do you intend to stay on here?

Well, now, Mr. Cartwright, that's hard to say.

I'll have to give that some thought, yes, sir.

I'll have to think about that one.

Morning, sir.

Boil them cabbage down, down

Turn them hoecakes round, round

The only song that I can sing is

Boil them cabbage down

Wish I had a needle and thread

As fine as I could sew

Sew that gal to my coat sleeve...

Afternoon, ma'am.

Would I be right in assuming that you're Mrs. McClure?

Yes.

I hope you won't think me forward, ma'am.

I'd like to introduce myself.

Name's Clarence Bolling.

You're the peddler.

That's my trade, yes, ma'am.

I'm also a bit of a hand at chopping.

With your permission, ma'am.

I understand you saw my brother get shot.

Yes.

How'd it come about?

Do you happen to remember?

I'd rather not talk about it, Mr. Bolling.

Oh, and here I pop up

and remind you of all the unpleasantness again.

I hope you forgive me, ma'am.

Sometimes I guess I'm a little short of manners.

That's all right, Mr. Bolling.

Boil them cabbage down, down

Turn them hoecakes round, round

The only song that I can sing is

Boil them cabbage down

Boil them cabbage down, down

Turn them hoecakes round, round

The only song that I can sing is

Boil them cabbage down.

You're staring into that fireplace for quite some time.

Why don't you go to bed like Adam and Little Joe?

I was just doing a little thinking, Pa.

So was I.

I was thinking I'd be pleased

if you didn't go near Bolling anymore.

Pa, what am I supposed to do,

dig a hole and crawl in it till he decides to leave town?

Peddlers have as much right in town as we have, Hoss.

Every place I turn, I see his face.

In that fire, in the window...

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen

Glory, hallelujah

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen

Nobody knows my sorrow

Nobody knows

The trouble I've seen

Glory, hallelujah

Sometimes I'm up

Sometimes I'm down

Oh, yes, Lord

Sometimes I'm almost

To the ground

Yes, my Lord

If you get there before I do...

Evenin', Jud.

Mr. Cartwright.

Jud, why were you singing that song?

I don't know.

I guess I just felt kinda musical.

Where'd you learn it?

The song?

Picked it up in town.

From a nice peddler.

Don't sing it no more.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright.

That's all right, Jud.

How are you, Ben? Boys?

Well, Fred, what brings you out this way?

Oh, a little business.

I didn't think deputies had business on Sunday.

Well, something's come up.

Sheriff wanted you to know about it, Ben.

Well, what's happened, Fred?

I'm afraid there's gonna be an inquest.

An inquest?!

Well, it's nothin' to get upset about, Hoss.

Just a legal technicality.

Why all of a sudden, Fred? What happened?

Well, I don't rightly know.

All I can say is, the papers are being drawn up.

Sheriffts orders are that Hoss isn't to go anyplace,

just stay put, here on the ranch.

Well, what's that supposed to mean, Fred?

I'm under arrest?

If you were, Hoss, I'd be taking you in.

Just abide by the sheriffts orders.

We'll do that, Fred.

I know you will, Ben.

Sorry I had to bring you the news.

Sure.

Gonna be a trial, ain't they, Pa?

Well... just 'cause there's gonna be an inquest,

doesn't mean there's gonna be a trial.

I say there is.

Let me tell you what's gonna happen...

Now, hold on, Hoss...

They're gonna come out here

and they're gonna haul me into court.

They're gonna ask the Widow McClure

to tell again what she saw.

Only this time, she...

she likely ain't gonna remember.

You saw who she came into church with this mornin'.

Now that's taking quite a big jump, isn't it, Hoss?

Pa, I ain't gonna have a chance.

Son...

...if there's gonna be a trial, it's gonna be a fair one,

'cause we're gonna see to that.

But, right now, there are

a couple of other things we're gonna see to.

What are we gonna do?

Well, you're gonna stay right here, just like the deputy said.

The boys and I are riding into town.

For what?

Want to talk to the sheriff about a couple of things.

Come on, boys.

...that may be well and good,

but for my part, I still say we don't know what really happened.

All we know is the sheriff said

the widow saw it and he's satisfied.

Well, let...

Doesn't look much like Sunday, does it?

No. It don't at that.

Ben, the temperature in the town is up.

Meaning what?

Meaning that people talk.

And they talked you into an inquest, huh?

Well, let's just say that a lot of questions

were bein' asked that I didn't have the answers fer.

Meaning what?

Meanin' that I'm drawing up these legal papers,

and I'm gonna have to serve 'em on Hoss.

This happened kind of sudden-like, didn't it?

Well, people get wrought up, things happen kinda sudden,

and Ben, depending on the inquest,

Hoss might be bound over for trial.

Roy, if there is a trial because of the inquest,

I'm not gonna try to prevent it, you know that.

I do.

Only one thing troubles me.

You say people are talking, feelings running a little high.

A man goes to trial under those conditions,

justice can sometimes be a little short.

Now, wait a minute, Ben,

whenever there's a trial in my territory,

I guarantee justice.

All right, Roy.

You finish up with those papers, I'll take 'em out to Hoss.

No, I'm going with you.

I'm gonna bring Hoss right back here, for his own safety.

Well, you're doing what you have to do.

It's understood.

Nobody knows

The trouble I seen

Nobody knows my sorrow

Nobody knows

- Jud! - The trouble I seen

Jud, I've asked you not to sing that!

Glory, hallelujah

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down

Oh, yes...

What do you want?

I don't want nothing directly, boy.

Nice afternoon.

What're you doin' out here?

The fact of the matter is I come to bring you news, boy.

You get out of here.

You might hear me out, son.

There's talkin' in town.

Real talk.

Talk is growin'.

I figure maybe people are fixin' to come out and get you.

Well, you... your daddy's gone into town

and he's seein' it first hand.

You can't tell about people, boy.

They got feelings, they act quick-like.

Folks can come out here and string you up just like that,

and that would be a shame on a nice Sunday afternoon like this.

I told you to git.

Now, you better git.

Now, wait a minute, boy, I'm just tryin' to help ya.

A time back, I seen a man strung up.

Ain't pretty.

T'ain't pretty, boy.

I watched him danglin' there in the wind.

It's an awful sight.

- I'll kill ya! Hoss!

Son, what are you up to?

I'll kill him. I'll kill him!

Take it easy, Hoss.

How'd this happen?

I come here to make the peace with him

and he set on me.

That's a lie. That's a lie, Pa!

I come here with forgiveness in my heart

but that boy, he must be wild in his mind.

Are you carrying any weapons?

Sheriff, I carry only love and kindness for my neighbor.

Do me the favor to search my person.

I'll do that.

He's not carrying any weapons.

Hoss, your pa and I agreed that the best thing for you to do

would be to come back into town with me now.

Yeah, Hoss.

You boys stay here.

I'll ride into town with Hoss.

Well, now, Mr. Cartwright, I'm sorry.

I... I really am.

This should feel better.

Thank you, ma'am.

You're so thoughtful. I'm very appreciative.

You really should see a doctor.

Well, he couldn't tend me proper.

The pain's not on the face, ma'am, it's in the heart.

I can't understand why Hoss would do such a thing.

He's big, quick.

Not one for thinkin' things through, I suppose.

It was simply brutal of him.

Now, I wouldn't be too hard on him, Mrs. McClure.

A man with a temper is his own worst enemy.

Probably set on me before he realized.

Kinda like he set on my brother, maybe.

Mr. Bolling...

...I don't think he tried to kill your brother.

Oh, now, of course he didn't.

Of course, I don't know the circumstances.

And it isn't somethin' I'd ask you, ma'am,

knowing how you feel about it,

not wantin' to talk about it.

Mr. Bolling...

maybe I should talk about it.

Maybe you should know.

Now, I wasn't makin' inquiries.

I really wasn't.

I was alone on the street at night.

Y-Your brother...

was after my attentions.

He was drunk.

Hoss stopped him and told him to leave me alone.

And the shootin'?

Your brother drew a gun.

Hoss grappled with him.

The gun went off.

He couldn't help himself.

Did you actually see the trigger pulled?

Wasn't it dark, ma'am?

It was dark, but I saw the struggle plainly.

And after it happened, you told it just that way to the sheriff?

Yes.

Well, now, wouldn't you think that would satisfy all parties?

I suppose there's no explainin' folks.

They're talkin' in town, askin' questions.

Reckon you're gonna have to tell your story at the inquest.

If they ask me, I will.

Ma'am, I don't want to appear forward,

but I'd like to beg a favor of you.

What is it, Mr. Bolling?

Well, my poor brother, he made a mistake

for which I'm sorry.

Well, I just wasn't around to look over him,

and he needed someone.

Well, now he's gone

and I was thinking maybe there wouldn't be no harm if...

we was to protect his name.

What do you mean?

I was thinking that, well, maybe you could say something

kindly about Arthur at the, at the inquest.

Like he was...

shot tending to his own business.

But that wouldn't be the truth.

What's the truth, ma'am?

The truth can be colored.

You say that Hoss Cartwright

and my brother struggled over a gun.

The gun went off.

Someone pulled the trigger.

Perhaps intentionally.

How can you be sure it was an accident?

It appears we got company.

Oh, evening, Mrs. McClure.

Mr. Cartwright.

I was just riding by, I thought I'd have a word with you.

- Please come in. - Thank you.

Evening, Mr. Cartwright.

You get around, Mr. Bolling.

Ah, I guess I just happen to be in the places you come to.

Mrs. McClure I, uh,

I was kind of hoping we could...

talk privately.

Well, whatever you have to say,

you can speak freely.

Yes, well...

as you know there's apt to be a...

an inquest about the,

about the shooting.

Of course, we figure that you'd be telling the court

just what you told the sheriff.

Uh, I-I don't know right off.

Well, you told the sheriff that the shooting

was accidental.

Oh, I-I...

What's the matter, Mrs. McClure?

I said I thought maybe it was that way.

Well, you told the sheriff that Hoss and...

and the man were struggling for the gun

and it, it went off accidentally.

Well, I did see them struggle and the gun went off, but

I-I don't know how it actually happened.

Mrs. McClure...

my son's life may depend on

what you say in court.

Now, you're the only witness he's got.

He needs you to tell exactly what you saw.

I'll do what I can.

I'm sure you will.

Well, thank you for seeing me.

I'm confused. I've got to see the sheriff.

Roy, I know there's something strange going on

at Mrs. McClure's.

But Ben, Mrs. McClure is a good, honest woman...

Will you listen to me, Roy!

Yeah.

Now why's Bolling out there this time of night?

- I don't... - Now, why is Mrs. McClure

suddenly so unsure of her testimony?

I don't know about that, but I do know

that there's no law against a peddler talking to her.

Well, I know there's no law against anybody talking to her

but couldn't you warn Mrs. McClure

against being unduly influenced by him?

All right, I'll do that.

First thing in the morning.

Oh, why not tonight? Right now.

'Cause I'm all alone here.

I'm not gonna leave you guarding Hoss, your own son.

I heard you talking out there, Pa.

I told you.

Oh, Hoss, a-all I said was that Widow McClure

was a little confused...

- Pa, Pa... - There's nothing definite, Hoss.

If the widow changes her testimony, I'm a dead man.

Oh, son...

I should've never let Roy take me in.

I should've run.

Now, you know better than that.

I never taught you to run.

Look, Hoss, I'm not gonna wait till tomorrow.

I'm gonna get Mrs. McClure back here tonight.

I enjoy whittling, ma'am.

Kind of keeps a man calm.

Situation like this...

man needs to keep calm.

Mr. Bolling,

to threaten will not make me change the truth.

Threaten, ma'am?

As I said, what is the truth?

I just want to make sure you tell the right truth.

But you pose a problem, ma'am.

You hesitate about my truth.

I can't afford that.

I surely can't.

Going somewhere, ma'am?

I'm cold.

I thought I'd start a fire.

You disappoint me,

you surely do.

You weren't gonna use this, were you?

Let me go, please.

Things are getting mighty awkward between us, aren't they?

I can't let you go, you're not sure of the truth.

Maybe there's an answer.

Maybe I got the answer right here.

Mrs. McClure?

Oh! Oh!

What is it, Mrs. McClure?

What is it?

Bolling, when I wouldn't change my testimony,

he tried to kill me.

Well, we better get to the sheriff.

Hey, Roy.

What do you want, Hoss?

I want out of here, Roy.

Well, I don't blame you.

Hoss?

Roy, you ain't got much choice

and I ain't got a whole lot to lose.

Now, listen, Hoss, you're making a big mistake.

Roy, get the keys and let me out of here.

Get in.

You're gonna regret this, Hoss.

I probably will, Roy.

But like I say, I ain't got much choice, have I?

Easy, boy.

If I can find that saddle we're gonna get out of here.

Roy?!

In here!

Mrs. McClure, just sit down over here.

Roy!

What? Roy, what happened?

Somehow Hoss got a gun and he escaped.

I guess we better find Hoss b-before he finds Bolling.

The keys are in there.

Where?

Which key is it?

That brass one. The biggin'.

- Go! - Thanks.

Come on, let's go!

Nobody knows

The trouble I've seen

Nobody knows my sorrow...

Welcome, dear friend; I've been waiting.

I just wanted to know what it would be like

to be killed.

I don't want you to die that easy.

When they find us, friend,

it's gonna be self-defense.

You fired at me,

and I killed you in self-defense.

See how easy, boy?

Just like it was for you with my brother.

Hoss.

Whew...

Pa, you going with us?

Well, I can't right now; Jud and I are kind of busy.

Well, I'll be dad-burned.

Ha!

Hey, Joe, Adam, come here and see what Jud's got.

Hey, how many you got, Pa?

Uh, four so far.

Uh, it's the stray you found the other night, huh?

Yes, sir.

Didn't know what I was getting mixed up into

when I gave her that drink of milk.

Now I'll have to change her name.

- Why? - I've been calling her Sam.

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