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- Listen, you're gonna be okay, now. Come on.

- Dear ma and pa,

the Bible says, "for everything there is a season."

And after two years of marriage,

the time has finally come for Willie and me

to put down roots on a ranch of our own.

We left the wagon train today

and are heading out alone

through desolate and beautiful country.

It's not green, like the farm.

More golden.

As you can tell by my handwriting,

the way is pretty bumpy.

Willie's worried that we got a late start leaving Denver.

August is not a good month to start up a ranch.

I did get a full year of teaching in,

and we can use the money.

We also may be starting up something else;

namely, your first grandchild.

I haven't told Willie yet.

He's got so much on his mind already.

There will be plenty of time to tell him after we've settled.

For everything, there is a season.

Willie, can you pull up for a minute?

- Feel better?

- Yes.

- Bound to be sick, pitching around in that wagon.

- You know, there's still a couple of hours

left of daylight.

We can keep going if you want.

- No, that's okay.

We'll get an early start in the morning.

Come on, I'll help you get supper started.

- Looks like they're alone, Trent.

Just out for a...

Little romantic ride in the country.

- Shouldn't we do a roundabout,

make sure they ain't part of a wagon train or something?

I'm tired.

What I'd like would be a hot bath,

a bottle of whiskey, and a woman.

- Well, one out of three ain't bad.

- What do you say?

- Enough talk.

Let's make me rich today.

- Sounds like he ties his gun down.

- So do we.

- But your average rancher don't tie his gun down, Mason.

That's the point.

- What do you say, Trent?

- Some other time, maybe.

- Willie, bring some forks when you come.

- Welcome, folks.

- Thank you, sir.

- Frank Taylorson,

proud owner of the greatest general store in these parts.

- Oh, Missie Lahaye.

And this is my husband Willie.

- Pleasure.

You folks just passin' through?

- Figuring on staying.

- Oh, well, that's good news to Texford junction.

- Well, if you could just show us the land offices,

Mr. Taylorson.

- Yes, sir. About two doors down.

Good-bye.

- This is the tract you'll be homesteading.

Just north of the Mcclain place.

- See? There's the main creek

threading through the middle.

Plenty of branches for the cattle to wander.

- It's a good place to start a family.

Here's the deed.

I wish you folks the very best of luck.

Many come, not many last.

- We'll last.

- With hard work and a lot of prayer.

- With hard work and a lot of prayer.

Oh!

What are you doing?

- Next to marrying you,

it's the happiest day of my life.

- Our life.

- Missie Lahaye,

as god is my witness,

I swear to work harder than any man

to build you a home on this land.

We'll raise a family,

and watch generations after generations of Lahayes

thrive and prosper.

- Well, Willie...

I have something to say about that.

Hey, get back here!

Get back here!

Hey, hey, hey.

- I didn't see nothin', mister, honest!

- Chicken thieves start early in these parts.

- That's the first child I've seen.

- Yep.

Glad you brought all those books just for that one.

- I'm sure there are more.

- First, the ranch.

Then teaching.

Then everything else.

- Everything else?

- You know what I mean.

What were you gonna tell me before that chicken butted in?

- Just that, uh...

That I'm happy too, Willie.

Hello, young man.

- Howdy.

- I'm Missie Lahaye. What's your name?

- Jeff huff, ma'am.

- How old are you, Jeff huff?

- 12 years old, ma'am.

- Did you catch that chicken?

- No, got distracted by your smoochin'.

Sorry, ma'am.

- Well, I'm sorry we caused you to lose your chicken.

- Oh, weren't mine, anyway.

Just foolin' around.

- Willie! - Sonny, Sonny!

Where you been? I've been waitin' so long for you to come back.

Where have you been? Sonny!

Where you been, Sonny?

- "Where you been, Sonny?"

- Ow. - Leave him be.

I mean it.

- Just havin' a little fun with your little brother, Sonny!

- Take easy, Mason.

Why don't you and I go in and have a drink?

Sonny...

You can go play.

- Don't go embarrassing me like that!

- Sorry, Sonny.

- Got you somethin'.

Easy there, Jeff.

That widow feed you? I pay her good money.

- I don't like it there, Sonny.

I wanna go with you.

- Yeah, well, you can't.

I told you that 100 times.

- Whoa.

I'll build you a house a lot better than that one.

- Oh, no.

Willie, this house is just fine.

Let's go take a look.

Oh! Oh!

Ahem!

Humble as it may be, sweetheart,

this is the first home of our own

that we've ever had.

- No stove.

- I can use the fireplace.

My cooking can't get any worse than it is right now.

Lord, bless this house

and all who enter.

Amen.

- Dearest family...

I miss you and the small creature comforts.

Sometimes, I can almost hear your voices

in the soft prairie wind.

I worry about Willie.

He works with a ferocity that sometimes scares me.

He's so concerned we won't be ready for winter.

I've still not found the right time to tell him about the baby.

Willie and I went riding over our land.

What a beautiful country the lord has made.

Just the other day, we saw Indians on our ridgeline.

Willie is very concerned for my safety,

though there hasn't been any Indian attacks

in years in these parts.

Willie and I are sending you a treasure map

to our hard-earned savings,

which we just buried in the wilds of our new ranch.

I certainly hope you never need to use it.

Willie doesn't trust banks out here.

And...this is a strange and wild place.

- I been punching cattle over three years, Mr. Lahaye.

Less experience than some, but more than others.

- Where you hail from, Henry?

- What does that matter?

I'm here now.

- All right.

I suppose it's none of my business anyway.

No offense. - None taken.

If...you give me a job.

- How.

Uh, I'm Missie Lahaye.

My husband and I, uh, homestead this place.

We raise, uh, cattle.

- This..."how"...

What is that supposed to mean?

- You speak English?

- That's what they tell me.

I'm Miriam redhawk Mcclain.

Married to Sean Mcclain.

We homestead the next tract to the south of here.

- Oh, we're neighbors.

- Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am.

- Oh!

Please...please come in.

- I don't understand. Mr...

- Just "Scottie" is fine.

Been a cowboy since I was a kid.

Done everything there is to do.

- Well, how come you haven't been hired

by one of the big outfits?

- I can't use this no more, so...

Most people think I'm washed up.

But I learned to get by with my left.

You take me on, Mr. Lahaye,

and I won't let you down.

- You got yourself a job.

- I'm just getting started.

Trying to make this place into a home.

Please, sit.

I think I have one last jar

of strawberry preserves...

That I've been saving for just such an occasion.

Please. Here.

Now, this here is a county fair blue ribbon winner.

- Mmm.

Mmm!

This is very good.

You must teach me how to make this.

- Oh, my mother made it.

I'm not a very good cook.

When I was growing up, I mostly helped out my pa.

Riding horses, plowing the field.

Tending to the chickens.

- Then you will do very well here.

Many women who come here are soft.

They don't know how to do these things.

You do.

- Still, I feel that my husband would prefer

a good meal.

I brought you some things.

It is too late to start a garden this year,

so corn, potatoes, beets.

- Oh, thank you, Miriam.

- We are neighbors.

The last family that was here, well...

They could have asked us for more help.

But...

I think they feared my Shoshone ways.

- Oh, well, my husband and I

will be grateful for whatever help we can get.

Um, what is in there?

- The secret to flaky biscuits.

Pig lard.

Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse, sorry.

- What do you think about these?

- We'll breed 'em.

Would you be a Mr. Lahaye?

- I would. - Well, I am Fyn Anders.

I would like job, sir, if please.

- Uh, what kind of foreigner is you, son?

- I come from Norway on boat...

To find adventure and, uh, big, wide open spaces.

- Well, you have any experience around cattle?

- No, sir.

But I am big. Strong.

On horse?

- Well...Fyn Anders from Norway...

This'll be strictly trial basis.

I hope you learn fast.

- Don't worry, Mr. Lahaye.

I learn good and fast.

You betcha.

- Yeah.

- Good cow.

- The boys'll love the jam.

And so will their pa.

- Sure I can't give you any biscuits?

No!

Thank you, though.

- Well, maybe next time,

I'll make them with the pig lard.

If I don't retch.

- When you're ready to bring this little one into the world,

I will be there.

I've delivered many babies.

- Oh, Miriam, thank you!

I'll bring some books for the boys.

- Good.

I don't want them growing up illiterate like their pa.

Very nice to meet you, neighbor.

- You too.

- Here comes trouble.

- I, uh, heard you were hiring some cowpokes.

- Jobs are filled.

- Well, if this is the bunch you hired...

You're really scratching the bottom of the barrel.

Too bad you just couldn't have waited a bit.

Hired some real men.

- So where would I find these real men?

- Me.

Me and my boys.

Not only can we rope...

And ride...

But most important,

we can shoot.

- Hey, mister.

I bet you can't shoot worth nothin'!

- Why don't I start with you?

- Trent, come on.

Let's get out of here.

- Well, we got some cows to drive.

So watch them and do likewise.

- You betcha, boss.

- Mr. Lahaye, how would you feel

about hiring on another brokedown ol' cowboy?

- Well, I suppose I wouldn't feel so good about that,

Mr...

- My name is cookie!

- You're a cook?

- Ha ha! You're real quick.

- 'Fraid I can't afford another hand right now.

- Strictly on a trial basis.

- Hyah! Hyah!

- It's a beautiful herd, Willie!

- This way. Come on.

- Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

- This way!

- How you doin', Mrs. Lahaye?

- My dearest Missie,

the prospect of being grandparents

fills us with such joy and pride.

I can only imagine how happy you must be.

And by now, I'm sure you've shared the happy news

with that hardworking son-in-law of mine.

I can still remember the exact moment

when your mother told me about you.

I was standing in the kitchen eating breakfast,

and most of all I remember

how radiant your mother looked when she told me.

And as for you, my strong daughter,

I hope you are feeling well

and that it is an easy pregnancy for you.

I love you, darlin'.

- My wife and my initials.

- Fine idea... Including her.

- All this would be nothing without her.

- Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother.

Cleave to his wife.

They shall be as one.

- Genesis. You know your Bible.

- Yes.

Yes, good reading material.

Anyway, I'm happy for you.

A good marriage, that's...

Something to be treasured.

- You speaking from experience?

Scottie! - Yeah?

- Ready for another one?

- Not just yet!

Hold on.

- Where you off to?

- I'm taking some books to our neighbors in the plains.

Be back in a couple of hours.

- She sure is a better rider than I am.

- Ho, ho, ho.

Buffalo.

- It ain't done by white men, neither.

White men only take the pelt.

Injuns use just about everything...

The hide, the meat, the horns.

Some of the bones.

- Yeah, Missie and I saw some Indians

riding south last week.

All this beef is better than this buffalo meat any day.

- Well, there ain't been injun trouble in these parts

for quite a while.

- Let's tell the boys.

- Lord...give this horse wings to fly.

Yah!

Fyn. Go spell Scottie.

There's some sick cows that need to be brought in.

- Yes, boss.

- Uh, Mrs. Lahaye in the house?

- No, sir.

She up and took some books

over to your neighbors, the Mcclains.

Boy, she sure can ride!

- Miriam!

- You are safe here, Mrs. Lahaye.

- I'm so sorry.

Putting the scare into this poor woman.

- We were just having a little fun.

- You listen to sharp claw!

- Is it trouble you want for us?

My apologies, Mrs. Lahaye.

- Missie, this... This is my brother, sharp claw.

- I give you my word, Mrs. Lahaye.

My young hunters meant no harm.

Except a laugh at your expense.

Their proper behavior when they saw you

should have been to make sure

that you arrived at your destination safely.

Especially a woman in your condition.

- Oh.

And this is my husband Sean.

- Pleasure to meet you, madame.

- Nice meeting you.

- And Robert and Bruce.

- Hello, boys.

- Please.

- Can we take our books?

- Yes, they're yours.

Children, these are the same books

used in almost every school in America.

- Who is this Mcguffey?

- An Ohio schoolmaster,

who felt a burden from god

to teach all American children how to read.

- American children?

- Yes, sir.

And that includes those whom our late President Lincoln

called native American.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lahaye.

Now you all have your books.

All you men and children out.

We have women's business to talk about.

Yes.

- Sharp claw!

Over there.

- Willie.

This is Miriam.

And her husband Sean.

And her brother sharp claw.

- We're on our way to the mountains.

We intend only to take some buffalo.

I have given strict orders that no cattle are to be harmed,

and those orders will be obeyed.

- Are you ready to go home, Missie?

Mr. Mcclain, Mrs. Mcclain.

Sharp claw.

- Good-bye. Thank you.

- Good-bye.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

- He'll be good in a couple of weeks.

- First time I ever seen 'em go like that.

- Well...

- Just what did you think you were doing, Missie?

- I was taking some Mcguffey readers over to the Mcclains.

Miriam asked me to teach her children how to read.

- How come you never told me about Miriam's visit?

I'm worried about you riding alone.

It's too dangerous.

You won't be doing this again, Missie!

- Oh, yes, I will!

- Oh, no, you won't!

- Oh, yes, I will!

- Missie...

Sweetheart.

- Do you miss teaching this much?

- No, that's not why I'm crying.

- Then why?

- Because I truly believe

that the lord sent Miriam mcclain to us.

- And why would he do a thing like that?

- To bring our baby into the world.

Healthy.

And hearty.

- Our baby?

Missie...

Please, Willie, don't worry.

Miriam will be my midwife.

She's delivered all the babies in her village

for many years.

- Our baby?

- Oh, Willie, aren't you happy?

- I'm the happiest man alive.

- Oh!

- Good grub, cookie.

- Mmm.

- Very good.

- Perfect for a brisk night like this.

- Here's a blanket to keep off the cold.

- Don't give her that old horse blanket.

You, uh, you take mine, Mrs. Lahaye.

- Oh, no. Well, thank you both.

But I'm fine.

You told them?

- I'd like to raise a coffee cup to, uh...

Seeing as this is the strongest we got...

To Mr. and Mrs. Lahaye

and their happy news.

- So say we all. - Hear, hear.

Here's to all of you.

- Thank you.

Willie...

- Hmm?

What is it? I'm awake.

They were just so kind and concerned tonight.

- What, the hands?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yep.

- What about their families?

- I really don't know much about them.

But...they're good workers.

That's the most important thing.

- Shouldn't we know if they have families or not?

- Missie...

Lots of times cowboys come out here

to get away from things.

You gotta respect that.

- Still, it seems like such a lonely life.

- You're gonna be a wonderful mother.

- You saw them.

- Well, just like you figured.

They's all by their lonesome.

- Let's make me rich today.

- Willie says you know the good book.

Sunday mornings, my husband and I

read the Bible and pray together.

You're invited to join us.

- Well, thank you, Mrs. Lahaye,

but, uh, I don't think so.

- Aren't you a churchgoing man, Henry?

- Actually, I used to be a preacher.

- A preacher?

- Yeah, well...

The lord Giveth...

And the lord Taketh away.

- What did he take away from you?

- Something very special.

My wife.

- Fyn.

Come here.

Need you to reshoe this horse.

- Yes, boss.

- Morning, Mrs. Mcclain.

- Mr. Lahaye.

- You and Missie going into town today?

- Yes, we are.

- Mrs. Mcclain, I know when we first met, I was...

- Out here...Neighbors need one another, Mr. Lahaye.

- I couldn't agree more.

Please.

- Thank you.

- Just take it up.

- You make it look so easy, Sonny.

- Well, practiced lots of hours

to make it look like that.

Okay, come here.

Remember how I showed you.

You coil it in your left hand...Like that.

Make sure there ain't no kinks in the line.

This is the noose.

Okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Let's see what you got.

Twistin' your wrist.

When you're ready, cast it off.

- Ohh, missed again.

- That's all right. Keep practicing.

Get another rope.

- Good day.

I'm Missie Lahaye.

He seems like a nice boy.

- My brother.

- I'm glad to hear that he has family.

I've been a little worried about him.

- He's fine.

- And your mother and father?

- They're gone.

No offense, ma'am, but...

It ain't your business,

worrying about someone who's not your kin.

- It's just Christian charity, Mr. Huff.

- I hope we're not interrupting you, ma'am.

- What do you want, Trent?

- Think you better get saddled up.

We got some ridin' to do.

- Sonny, I did it!

I roped the post!

- Gotta go now.

Behave yourself. Keep practicing.

- You'll be back, though?

- You know it.

Got my rope.

- Is Sonny gone a lot?

- It's his job.

He's making money so we can have a ranch of our own someday.

- He sounds like a very good brother.

- Bought yourself a strong breed.

- We'll know more after roundup.

Let's call it a day.

- Now, children...

And Mr. Mcclain...

I want you to write these letters on your slates.

And sound them out.

When you know them,

you'll have mastered the entire alphabet.

Help each other out.

- The weather's Turing cold.

Sharp claw and his camp will be leaving tomorrow,

and you probably shouldn't get a chill riding over.

- So...this is my last class for a while?

- The children have learned much from you,

Mrs. Lahaye.

- Keep at it, Mr. Mcclain.

Having a turbulent time

finding a word that starts with an "x."

That is a difficult letter.

- Sean's always used an "x" to sign his name.

- Well, not for much longer.

- Snow'll be coming soon.

- Now, remember,

really sound out the words with them.

And when I come back,

they'll be ready for the advanced readers.

- I'll keep them on it.

- Good.

God go with you and your family, sharp claw.

- Thank you.

- Miriam.

I'll be seeing you.

- Yes, you will.

Safe travel.

- Thank you.

Good-bye.

Come.

Willie and the ranch hands have worked hard

to ensure the livestock survive the long winter.

- That patch over there,

that's gonna be all your peas...

- Cookie and I have prepared the soil

for a large garden next spring.

I so enjoy his companionship

and his cooking.

- Yeah, I just might make a...

A sweet tater patch.

- Ah.

- We could have large potatoes in here.

- It's all coming together.

It's beginning to feel like...Home.

Now, as we wait for snow,

the ranch hands have time to go into town

for some well-deserved relaxation.

- This time I got a better hand...

- Don't tell us what you got.

- How many? - Three.

- Oh, three cards.

- As for Willie,

he still works harder than anyone.

Maybe more now, knowing the baby's coming.

As we prepare for winter,

I'm reminded of Isaiah

preparing the way for our savior's birth.

And I think warmly of all of you

as Christmas approaches.

Are you warm enough?

- I'm fine.

Why are you always so warm?

Even your feet.

- Well, someone's gotta warm them icy toes of yours.

Ah.

I guess that's why we're a perfect match.

- The sky looks like snow.

We're lucky it held off this long.

- You know, I was thinking today,

this is gonna be our first Christmas in this house, Willie.

- I bet you miss your family.

All those family traditions you talk about.

- Yeah, sure. I miss them.

But we'll start new traditions here.

- Well, with the weather settling in,

this might be our last chance to get into town for a while.

Better tell Santa what you want for Christmas.

- No, nothing store bought.

That would be just a waste of money.

- Well, what, then?

- All I want for Christmas

is to be surrounded by the people we care about.

Mm.

- This here's mine.

- No.

- You got the watch.

- I got...

The watch because mine broke.

It's a practical thing.

I have to know the time

in order to steal.

- Give me more money.

- No.

- You got two brooches and a watch,

and I don't got none of that.

- Got you salt and pepper shaker and, uh...

- You ever wish you had a place to call your own?

- More coffee?

- Men...

Mrs. Lahaye would like to say something.

- Well, as you all know,

Christmas will be here before we know it.

- Santa Claus will never find us

all the way out here, I bet.

- He will if my wife has anything to say about it.

- Willie and I would like to cordially invite you all

to Christmas dinner.

Unless you have other places to be.

Well, then, that settles it.

Christmas dinner with all the trimmings.

- Trimmings?

Now, where do you rustle up some of those?

- Well, I was hoping you might help me, cookie.

- Uh-huh.

- Here you go!

- I got that.

- Mrs. Lahaye! Mrs. Lahaye!

- Jeff! What is it?

- Mrs. Lahaye, I got something from Sonny.

- What's it say?

- Not sure.

- Come here.

"Dear little brother,

"it's real hot here.

"I'll bring you some beans

"that jump all by themselves.

"Stay good, and I'll see you after Christmas.

Sonny."

- Best be going, Missie.

- Well...thank you, Mrs. Lahaye.

- That boy's got one speed:

Runn'.

- By the time this arrives,

I expect it will be nigh on to Christmas.

I think on how long the world lay in darkness

before the light of the world was born

in that humble little stable.

We have been blessed to receive his light,

not only to live in hope ourselves,

but to take hope to others.

I am sending you something

which I know you'll remember from many Christmases past.

May it start a new tradition in the Lahaye household

and remind you we are there in spirit,

sharing your first Christmas on the ranch.

And know we will miss you.

But our hearts are forever knit together in love.

- I don't know if I should...

- Round, take it round, Henry.

Round. Okay?

- Here.

Fyn. Come on, fyn, hurry up.

- I just don't understand

why Willie had to go into town on Christmas Eve.

- Well, I'm sure he'll be along shortly, ma'am.

- Well...

- Willie Lahaye, where have you been?

It's Christmas Eve!

- I know.

There's gonna be one more for Christmas, Missie.

- Merry Christmas, Mrs. Lahaye.

- Merry Christmas, Jeff.

Oh!

Please come in. Come in.

There's just one thing missing.

This star...Stood on top of every Christmas tree we had

when I was growing up.

Go ahead.

- Here you go, little man.

Really?

- Ah, that was good.

- Mmm, thank you, Mrs. Lahaye.

This is...The finest Christmas dinner I've had in...

Many a year.

- Many a year?

Is the best one I ever had.

Well, thank you,

but I couldn't have done it without cookie.

- Heh, well, thank you, ma'am.

- Now is it time to open presents?

- Presents?

- Yes, Jeff, I think now it's time to open presents.

- All right, let's see.

Uh, fyn.

- Scottie.

- Oh.

- Henry.

And...Jeff.

Oh, me.

And cookie.

Here you go.

- Well, go ahead. Open 'em up.

- Ohh.

Heh.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lahaye.

- This is the best Christmas I ever had.

- Me too.

- What is it, Scottie?

- This is the... First Christmas present

I ever got.

- Well, gentlemen,

I know how you all feel about Bible reading.

But it wouldn't be Christmas without it.

So you are welcome to stay, but if you want to leave...

- I believe I’d... Like to stay, ma'am.

- Yeah, I'd like to stay too.

- Me too, ma'am.

- Gospel according to Luke?

- "And so...

"Joseph went up from Galilee to the city of Nazareth...

"To Judea...

"To be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed,

"who was with child.

"And while they were there,

"the time came for her to be delivered.

"And she gave birth to her firstborn son.

"And she wrapped him in swaddling clothes

"and laid him in a manger.

"And an angel of the lord appeared above them.

"And the glory of the lord shown around them.

"And they were filled with fear.

"And the angel said to them,

"be not afraid, for behold

"I bring you good news of a great joy,

"which will come to all the people.

"For unto you this day is born

"in the city of David

the savior, who is Christ the lord."

- Amen. - Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- How.

I've missed you, neighbor.

- I've missed you too.

- Sonny! Sonny!

Oh, now, isn't that sweet.

- Is there nothing good and decent with you guys?

- Mason, come on.

Let's give 'em some privacy.

- Oh, well, that's just real nice of you, Trent.

- Oh, I really got a lot of stuff to tell you about.

Um...it's kind of hard to know where to start.

- Well, I'm starting with two glasses of whiskey...

- Read 'em and weep!

- I'll go around back and get that for you.

- Deal, boys.

- Let's go with the old man.

Don't blow it.

- That's a pair right there.

- Mind if I sit in?

- Uh, we're just about to leave.

I'm out.

- Ah, come on, Scottie.

Just a few more hands.

I can win it all back. I feel it.

- Ah, let's go, fyn...You're almost out of money anyway.

- Ah, Lahayes don't pay you?

- Well, like all cowboys,

we get paid when the cattle is sold.

- No, no, no. Mr. Lahaye pay us anyway.

He dig up a tin of dollar bills just to pay us.

It's like a... A buried treasure!

- Don't listen to him. He's drunk.

- "Just like buried treasure."

- Oh, Henry's going to Sunday morning meeting.

- Well, maybe I should be going too.

If believin' the way they does

makes them the way they is,

it bides looking into sometime.

- Henry,

will you be so kind as to lead us in prayer?

- I don't know, ma'am.

I'm...I'm afraid I'm out of practice.

Kind of...

Kind of hard to...

Start, you know.

- It's okay to stumble.

He's ready to catch you.

- Ahem.

Lord...

Sometimes...

We look but don't perceive.

Sometimes we listen,

but don't understand.

Please open our ears and eyes

to your truth.

Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- It's open to everyone on Sunday.

- Fyn!

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

Please come in.

- I'm sorry, boss.

He got the jump on me.

- What do you want?

- I want your money.

Let's go. Follow him.

Get up! Move it out.

- Hey there! Come on.

- Let's go!

Come on!

- Come on, come on.

Good Sunday mornin' to y'all.

- Sonny?

- Jeff, I...

I didn't know. I thought you was in town.

- What you doin'?

- Ain't this sweet.

- All right, all of you, sit down.

- Come on.

- You too, kid.

- Just do as the man says.

- I'll just go over and get my treasure map!

- Leave her alone!

- Now...I missed on purpose.

But I won't do it twice.

- Please, you can see she's expecting.

- So am I.

I'm expecting to come back here

with more money than I left with.

- I don't know what makes you think

that there's any money.

- Well...

Your Norwegian cowpoke

has a tendency to run off at the mouth

after a couple of pints.

Showin' off his money

and braggin' about how his boss

has a treasure buried on his land.

Tie him up.

- You do as he says, Missie.

You'll be all right.

You remember where we dug that hole?

- I think I remember.

- You'll be fine.

- Uhh!

Ah, all right.

Enough said.

Let's make me rich today!

Hyah.

Hurry it up!

- I need something to dig with.

- Well, then, use your hands!

Make it quick.

Is that it or not?

Well, then, toss it over!

You're gonna have to show me

where the rest of the money is.

- But you... You have all the money.

There is no more.

- No, I don't have all the money.

'Cause that Norwegian...

He wasn't spendin' silver.

He was spendin' cash.

- I could just about eat me a whole side of beef right now.

- Well, if you turn me loose,

I'll cook you whatever you want.

Like rat stew.

- Oh, and, now, how stupid do you think I am?

- You're working for Trent, ain't you?

- Equal partners is what we is.

- That right, Sonny?

You equal partners with these lowlifes?

- Shut your mouth!

- Heh. Ooh.

- Why don't you tell your brother, Sonny?

Why don't you tell him what you do to make money?

Tell him how all you do is Rob innocent people.

Probably been involved in a murder or two.

- That's a lie!

Tell him he's wrong, Sonny.

You ain't never killed nobody.

- Tell him, Sonny, tell...

Tell him you ain't like these other bad men.

- I ain't never killed nobody.

Never!

Don't you see?

I'm doing this for us, Jeff.

Our future, you and me

and the life we're trying to have.

- No, Sonny.

You can't mean that.

What would ma and pa say about your thievin' ways?

- They'd say, "good for you, Sonny."

Tryin' to make a life for you and your little brother."

- So you think...

They're looking down from heaven right now,

and they're proud of ya?

- Aren't you tired of living in that boarding house?

Huh?

No place that's really yours?

I want a better life for us, Jeff.

That's why I'm doin' this.

- But these folks are my friends, Sonny.

Mrs. Lahaye been teaching me to read.

Mr. Lahaye fetches me for the Sunday meetings,

and he's teaching me ranchin'.

- These are the kind of people things always work out for!

They'll be fine!

We ain't takin' nothin' from them

they can't get back ten times over.

When this is over, you and me

can spend all the time you want together.

- Get it out of there.

Toss it to me.

- You got a key for this?

- No.

- Can't trust nobody no more.

All right.

Isn't that pretty?

Whoo eeh.

- Put your hands in the air.

- You know how to use that?

- I missed on purpose.

I won't do it twice.

- Shootin' a man's a different story.

A good Christian woman like yourself

wouldn't hurt anyone.

So whatcha gonna do?

- That's two more shots.

- Rahr!

- Sonny, I could use a little help here!

- Ohh!

Uhh!

- This is for your own good.

- Look.

- Where's the woman, Trent? What did you do?

- Missie.

- Where is she?!

Go get her! Go find her!

What are you doing here? - It's all right, Jeff.

I will. I will.

- Get her. - Jeff, it's all right.

Listen to me! Listen to me!

I will, Jeff.

What'd you do with that girl?

Where is she?

It's all right.

It's all right, Jeff. It's all right.

Where is she, Trent?

You better tell me she ain't hurt,

or so help me...

- Stand up slowly.

Drop your gun, Sonny, or he's dead!

- Missie.

- Missie?

- Sonny, go cut Willie loose!

And don't you so much as Nick him!

- Find it hard to believe you got the drop on Trent.

- I got his gun and his dignity.

- Missie...

Pick up the gun and move away from him.

- Looks like you got me.

- Sonny!

Tie him up, just like you did us.

And maybe we'll ask the law to spare your life.

- Here, let me help you with that, Sonny.

- Gah! - Sonny!

- It's okay.

Just don't go away, Sonny.

No.

Don't go away.

Fix him up, won't you?

He wouldn't have hurt you.

- Oh, I would fix him if I could.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

I'm so sorry for what I done, ma'am.

Please forgive me.

Don't hold my deeds against him.

He's got no one now.

He's got nobody.

- Oh, no, forgiveness is yours, Sonny.

He'll be with us now, I promise.

- You grow up to be a man

that pa...

Would be proud of.

You hear me, Jeff?

- Yeah. I will.

- And you promise me...

You won't spend your days missin' me.

- Ask me no questions,

I'll tell you no lies.

Uhh! Uhh!

- I'll pray for you, Sonny.

- No, don't go wasting your prayers on me, ma'am.

I done too many bad things for god to be forgivin'.

- Long ago, there was a thief

left on a cross to die, just like you, Sonny.

But then he heard the glorious words of the lord

about redemption.

And he knew that very day

he was gonna be in paradise.

- He's waitin' for you, Sonny.

You go with god.

"Thou anointest my head with oil

"and my cup runneth over.

"Surely goodness and mercy

"shall follow me all the days of my life.

"And I will dwell in the house of the lord

forever."

Amen.

- Jeff's part of our family now.

- Yeah.

If someday he wants to take the Lahaye name...

Well, I'd be fine with that too.

- That would be nice, Willie.

- We are gonna need a bigger house.

I was thinking I could knock out this back wall.

Maybe put in a bedroom or two.

Willie...

- Yeah?

- I think maybe you should put your boots back on.

It's time.

- But Miriam said we were still a few weeks away.

- No, I think you best be gettin' Miriam.

Now!

- What's the matter?

- You're gonna sleep in the bunk house tonight, Jeff.

Just like a real cowboy.

I'm havin' the baby.

Ohh!

Aah!

- Maybe I'll go, uh, check on those cattle.

- Okay, sure.

- I'll go with you.

- Ah, maybe I'll wait a little bit.

- Okay.

Yeah, I'll wait.

- It ain't your firstborn you're worrying about.

Now quit it. You're making the boss crazy.

- It's gotten awfully quiet in there.

- It's a boy!

Willie...

Come and meet your son.

- We never did get around

to deciding what to name him.

- I was thinking...

Matthew.

After your brother.

Matthew Isaiah Lahaye.

- Matty.

It fits.

- Shoo.

Shoo.

She needs her rest.

- It's all right, Miriam.

You can come closer.

Hello.

I remember thinking that day,

we had finally reached the end of our journey.

But now I know that the journey's long

and lasts a lifetime.

Each day on the ranch,

I'm reminded of god's plan

in the never-ending circle of life.

Yah!

- I love you!

Bye, Willie.

- Hah, giddap down here!

Giddap off that...

- Your grandsons grow bigger and stronger each day.

Matthew has your eyes,

and hopes to see his granddaddy soon.

Bye, Henry.

Jeff has thrived,

and Willie and I are very proud

he has taken the name of Lahaye.

Bye, Scottie.

- You take care this time, Mrs. Lahaye!

We'll be back pretty soon now!

- See you, cookie.

- Take care!

- Safe travel.

The herd has increased by another 40 head,

and Willie and the ranch hands

are driving some of them to the market.

- Oh, there's one.

- Oh, wow.

- This is huge.

Okay.

- The garden has given us a bounty of vegetables

to put up for the winter.

Who knows what the next year will bring?

I am confident that the love of god and family

will light our path,

and a renewed faith in the words,

"for everything there is a season,

and a time for every matter under heaven."

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