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There's that Paiute's horse.

They're gonna be letting
him out of jail anytime now.

If some of you and the rest of that
bunch can keep that deputy busy,

I'll put this little surprise into
that Indian's saddle blanket.

- Uh, Deputy?
- Yeah?

Boys.

When's that Paiute coming out?

- What's it to you?
- We got a little business with him.

Look, now, we don't want any
trouble. Get on out of here, will you?

- You too, get out of here. Come on.
- You just bring that Paiute out.

And you, get away from
that horse. Come on.

That Paiute don't need no
horse. We'll ride him out on a rail.

Yeah, with some tar and
feathers to keep him warm.

That's right, ain't it, boys?

- Come on, get that Indian out here!
- Simmer down.

We're not leaving
till he comes out.

Always a good day when
you pay your taxes, Ben.

Gets Storey County
out of the red.

What's all that noise
about out there, anyhow?

Oh, nothing we can't handle.

Friend of yours getting
out of jail here in a little bit.

Bunch of the town loafers
getting together to greet him.

- Friend of ours? Who is it?
- Long Bear.

Oh. What did he do this time?

- Well, he stole two corsets.
- He what?

That's right, he stole two
corsets, swapped them for whiskey

and went on a
window-busting spree.

I didn't know the old guy
had that much energy.

- All right, Long Bear. Time's up.
- Two corsets.

You can get out of here, now.

- Mr. Ponderosa.
- Hello, Long Bear.

- Big Ponderosa.
- How are you, Long Bear?

Where Little Ponderosa?

- Oh, he's up the street.
- Good jail.

Good grub. Long Bear fine.

- Thank you, Long Bear.
- See you, Clem.

So long, Ben.

Get down there,
or I'll lock you up!

I said to be quiet!

Come on, Long Bear,
you'd better get mounted.

Yeah, you better mount up and get out of
this town, and don't ever come back here.

Get away from
me, you dirty Paiute.

That's enough hand-shaking,
Long Bear. Come on.

We don't want your
kind around here!

- You all right, Long Bear?
- Fine.

- What made him buck like that, anyhow?
- Don't know.

Do you think somebody could
have put this burr under his saddle?

Somebody sure enough could have.

This isn't my idea of fun.

I'll give you one minute to
get out of here or get locked up.

All right. But you tell that
Paiute to leave my kid alone,

- or next time I'll shoot him.
- He didn't hurt your boy.

All he did was shake his
hand. He likes to shake hands.

Is there any harm in that?

He's an Indian, and
I don't like Indians.

Neither does the rest of this town,
except for the Indian lovers here.

Oh, come on, Aaron.

Don't give me
orders, Mr. Ponderosa.

Oh, I know I'm only your poor
neighbor, but don't push me.

I'll push you, buddy, real good.

Hoss, the stage just
came in. Let's meet it.

- Long Bear, mount up.
- All right. Come on.

- Come on, get out of here.
- Hey, did you see that horse buck?

Hey. Joe, Candy, let's
go, the stage is here.

- Ah. Mr. Holt?
- Yes, sir.

- Will Holt? I'm Ben Cartwright.
- Yes, sir.

You've got to be our new bronc
buster. This is my son, Hoss.

- Hi, Will. How are you?
- Little Joe.

- Pleasure to meet you, Will.
- Candy, one of our top hands.

- Will.
- I hope you brought a wagon.

I... I got a couple of
saddles and a mess of gear.

Yeah, we got one right down there.
Candy'll take you and your gear.

Uh, I brung something else.

My bride.

Well!

Mrs. Holt, step down here
and meet my new boss.

- Howdy, ma'am?
- Mrs. Holt.

How do you do?

Whoa!

Well, here we are.

Hey, Bridger.

- What's that all about?
- That's Bridger.

He's Aaron Gore's boy. They have
a homestead down by the creek.

He likes to play
around here a lot.

Well, here's your new home,
Moon. How do you like it?

Oh, it is fine.

- Excuse me. Did you call her Moon?
- Well, if you had a wife

and her name was Moon Rising Red
Over Big White-Topped Stony Mountain,

- what would you call her?
- Moon.

That's what I decided.

I know you're anxious to see
the inside of the place. Come on.

Ain't exactly a mansion,
but you can fix it up.

- It'll be real nice.
- Oh, I will fix it.

We will be happy here.

The best thing about it is it's on
the Ponderosa, there's no rent.

Hey, look it here, that kid's been
playing checkers with a dummy.

- Why did he do that?
- He's lonesome.

How do you figure it, Moon?

Only a child without a friend
would paint one on a piece of wood.

Yeah. Yeah, you're
probably right.

That's real good,
you figuring that out.

I will bring in our things.

Now, come on, I'll do that.

Hey, boy, come here.

It's about time you got back
here. That wood box is near empty.

What's the matter with
you? Where you been?

Just playing.

Been up that Ponderosa
shack again, ain't you?

What did they do, catch
you and run you off?

They took a shot at me.

Who did?

I ain't sure. There was
three of them in a wagon.

Candy had a cowboy
and an Indian woman.

A young squaw? Are they
moving into that shack?

I don't know.

Well, I'll find out for my
ownself. Keep an eye on the still.

That jug fills up, move it, put another
one under it. Keep the fire going.

It is nice, but you
do not have to.

Well, I happen to like the work.

I hope that always will be true.

It always will be true.

And I'm gonna get a lot
better when I get some practice.

Please... practice a lot.

Well, Hoss, I knew
we hired a bronc buster,

didn't know we had
ourselves a blacksmith too.

I'm a long way from the best,
but I fixed a few of them up.

I finished gentling
that black about noon,

I figured I ought to find
something useful to do.

That cut's almost healed, but the
way he throws that right front hoof,

he'll cut that leg again the
first hundred yards he runs.

Yeah, that's what this is for. I
think maybe we can correct that.

See, I got a little extra weight
on the outside of the shoe.

And maybe he'll tend to throw it
straighter and won't brush that other leg.

Yeah, that might do it.

You know, it's been done before,
but it takes quite a bit blacksmithing.

Well, we'll know a lot more about
it after he's worn it for a while.

Mr. Cartwright, I know I
just come on your payroll,

but we need some supplies.

I sure would appreciate a
little advance if I could get it.

- Oh, sure. How much do you need?
- Oh, $20?

Oh. Of course. You didn't have
to wait until now to ask for it.

I figured I ought
to earn it first.

One other thing, could
we borrow your buckboard?

Of course you can. Why don't you
help yourself to some of our supplies?

- Save you a trip.
- Well, Moon needs some new pots

and stuff, new water bucket.

I think we may as
well go on into town.

Will, why don't you...

Hoss is going to town today,
why don't you go along with him?

Yeah. Yeah, Will,
I'm going in, you can...

You and Moon
can ride in with me.

Mr. Cartwright, if
you're worried about me

taking my Indian wife to
town, don't. I can handle it.

Yeah, well, I... I was
thinking about her.

Well, we went all through
that before we got married.

But I do appreciate
you thinking about her.

And we would enjoy
the company, Hoss.

I'll get your money.

Do you like it?

- I made it for you.
- How could you?

You've never seen me before.

Every day for more than a week,

you have watched me
from behind those bushes.

Like an enemy.

I want you to be my friend.

But you're an Indian.

Indians need friends too.

Sit down. Play with it.

- You made this by yourself?
- Yes.

That's real good for a
female. How'd you do it?

With a knife.

How'd you fasten on the paddle?

- With pitch from a pine tree.
- Oh. Where'd you find it?

Down the creek near where
you live with your father.

He ain't my father.
He's my stepfather.

- How'd you know where I live?
- I tracked you.

- You did?
- Yes.

What is your name?

He wants me to tell
people it's Gore, like his,

but it ain't, it's
Green. Bridger Green.

- Bridger Green.
- What's yours?

My friends call me Moon.

- Who give you a loco name like that?
- My mother.

The moon was the first
thing she saw after I was born.

- What was her name?
- Running Deer.

What is your mother's
name, Bridger?

I ain't got no mother.

She died when I was little.

- Can I keep this one?
- Yes, I made it for you.

Could you learn
me to follow tracks?

- It will take much time.
- I got lots of time.

I sneak out on him every day.

You do not like your stepfather?

He tans me all the time.

- He whips you?
- Yeah.

But wait till I'm 12
and can earn a living.

Then I'll slope out of there
so fast, he won't know what for.

Here's my husband,
and Hoss Cartwright.

- Come, say hello.
- No!

- Whoa. Whoa!
- Come on, honey, we're going to town.

Giddap!

- Hey, tell 'em about the cows, Aaron.
- Oh, yeah. You won't believe this.

The first day Ben Cartwright
moved them in up there,

my kid comes home, says
they's taking a bath in the creek.

You know what? My cows wouldn't
drink that creek water for two whole days!

Not till the Indian
dirt washed out of it!

Hey, you know, Aaron, I
thought the sheriff was supposed

- to run all the Indians out of town.
- Well, she's a special tribe.

She's a Ponderosa
Indian. Ain't that right, Hoss?

That's right, Aaron.

She lives on the Ponderosa,
and her husband works there.

Her husband? You mean
her squaw-man, don't you?

I wouldn't call him
that if I were you.

And what if I do?

- You got all the stuff you need?
- Just need some groceries is all.

Fine. There's a place right down
the street. I'll be right with you.

Hey, squaw-man.

I told you not to call him that.

Oh, yeah, that's right.
You did, didn't you?

Squaw-man!

Squaw-man!

Let's go.

Hey, Pete!

- Come, Will. Please.
- Just a minute, honey.

These joe-joes got a few
wrong ideas about our marriage.

I'm just gonna set 'em straight.

Now, my wife's father is
a Hunkpapa Sioux chief.

And her grandpa was a
Sioux chief before him.

And her great grandpa
a chief before him.

And my great grandpa was a
captain under George Washington,

so you might just
say this here's a union

of two old established
American families.

Now, anybody got anything
else they want to say?

- What's going on, Hoss?
- Hi, Pete.

We just had to teach these
yahoos some manners.

Pete, meet Will Holt and his
wife. He's our new bronc buster.

- Will, this is Pete Stevens.
- Sheriff.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Come on, Will, let's go.

- Can't you stay out of trouble?
- Those dirty, filthy Indians.

You let one of
them move in here,

pretty soon you know they're so
thick there ain't room for decent folks.

They're decent and law abiding.

And they've got just as much
right to be here as you have.

Now, if you think you're gonna
make trouble for them, forget it.

Forget it.

That's all they're gonna
do about it, forget it.

We want something done around
here, boys, there ain't no point in asking

Indian lovers to do it. No, we're
gonna have to do it ourselves.

There's some nice fresh hot coffee
here, Pa. Can I pour you some?

Well, you know, it's really... really
horrible about that grizzly bear

getting those 40 steer up there in
the canyon, ripping their heads off...

Yeah, yeah, terrible. And the
lightning striking the city hall,

burn it plum to the ground.

Pa, what's the matter?

- Pa?
- What?

You seem to be troubled about
something. What's the matter?

Didn't have any dinner.
No coffee. What's wrong?

I'm off my feed.

Pa, what happened in
town yesterday, anyhow?

I like Virginia City.

I like this town.
I'm proud of it.

Yesterday, I ride into town.

Bunch of fellas
there, I waved howdy.

They just turn away.

I go into the Silver Dollar,
everybody suddenly stops talking.

So I, uh... I ask Clem about it.

He says it's Will
Holt and his wife.

- The Holts?
- Yeah.

Aaron Gore is spreading lies
about them, stirring everybody up.

And now everybody's blaming me for
bringing a Sioux Indian to the Ponderosa.

Don't let that bother
you, Pa, it's the riff-raff.

- It's not the decent people.
- I know it's the riff-raff,

but Clem thinks it's
serious about the Holts.

He says I ought
to get rid of them.

Well, what did you tell him?

Never mind. I'm
sorry I asked that.

I can understand
Aaron Gore and his kind.

There's something more
than meets the eye here.

And what meets the
eye is sure bad enough.

Put your hands over your
eyes. Keep them shut tight.

I will.

Tight.

All right.

Go ahead. Track me.

- That's how you went.
- Is that all you saw?

I didn't do so good,
huh? I guess I better go.

Bridger, I told you it would
take much time and hard work.

Now, try it again. Use
your eyes and think.

- But you got to cook supper.
- No.

Will went up to the West Fork to
look at some horses for Mr. Cartwright.

He will be gone many hours.

- You think I can?
- I'm sure you can.

Will you now show me?

- One foot print's deeper.
- Why?

- I don't know.
- Think.

You was carrying something.
Something heavy in one hand.

- Which hand?
- The right hand.

- You picked up a log of wood.
- Good! Go on.

- Now the left one's deeper!
- Why?

Because you changed hands.

You moved the log from
your right hand to your left.

Good! Go on.

- Now they're both the same.
- Why?

You put the log down
again on the pile.

Good!

From here on, they're even
because you wasn't carrying nothing.

Oh, good, now you're starting
to track like a real Sioux boy.

Moon, you know why
I done better today?

- Because you used your head.
- That ain't the only reason.

I'm carrying an Indian charm.

- Where did you get it?
- Home.

- Indian, ain't it?
- Yes.

Oglala Sioux. A good luck charm.
How'd it happen to be in your house?

Just there in a box.

Here, it's for you.

Oh, Bridger, I
cannot accept this.

You gave me the waterwheel.
You taught me to track.

You keep it.

You know, there's one thing you
can do, Aaron. You can sell out.

Who'd buy me out now with
a squaw living next to me?

Yeah. The more I wool it around,
the more I think you're right.

- We ought to run her out.
- Who's we?

Well, you and me.

Jonas Armstrong's pa
was scalped by a Sioux.

There's plenty of people
around here who hate Indians.

Why, they'd be glad to
help you get rid of them.

You might have an
idea there, Muley.

Aaron.

Aaron Gore.

- Aaron.
- What do you want?

Well, I want to talk to you.

It's all right, he's a friend
of mine. Go ahead and talk.

I came to give you some advice,
Aaron. You'd be smart to take it.

Now, look, this place ain't as
big as the Ponderosa, but it's mine.

While I'm on it I don't aim to be
elbowed, not by you nor anybody else.

I'm not elbowing you, Aaron. I don't
see you from one year to the next.

Yeah, but when you do
you look at me like I was a...

a wet dog or a dirty Paiute.

I don't look at you in any
one particular way or another.

If you think I do, maybe it's
because you're looking for it.

You could make a good
living here. Look at this place.

Rusty tools, corn isn't
hoed, your roof's caving in.

Did you come here to give
me a Sunday school lecture?

Because if you did, I ain't got
time to listen to it. I got work to do.

All right. I'll
skip the lecture.

Well, I'm purely
obliged, Mr. Cartwright.

Now Muley and me can get on with
what we was doing before you butted in.

Not just yet. I came here to
talk to you about something.

My bronc buster,
Will Holt, and his wife.

What about 'em?

You've been doing
some talking in town,

and telling lies,
stirring up trouble.

And I want you to
put a stop to it, all of it.

Yeah, I'll put a stop to it,

as soon as you run 'em
out of here, Indian lover.

You just watch yourself, Aaron.
You stop putting names to things.

If a man's a good man, I don't
care if he's red, white, blue or purple.

- Will Holt's a good man.
- Yeah, he's some man.

What kind of man is
it marries an Indian?

- What have you got against Indians?
- I don't associate with them.

I don't let my kid
associate with them.

And I don't want one
of 'em for a neighbor.

- Why?
- Because they're dirt, that's why!

If those are your
thoughts, fine.

But you keep your
thoughts to yourself.

And keep away from Mrs. Holt.
If you mistreat her in any way,

even peep at her again from
behind those trees over there...

you'll answer to
me. Is that clear?

I ain't gonna mistreat her.

But remember, I'm not the only
one that wants her out of here.

I'm not responsible for
what somebody else does.

Don't let any harm come to her.

And what are you
so grinny about?

That Ben Cartwright sure
got you buffaloed, ain't he?

That's a dirty lie. I talked
right up to him. You heard me.

Sure. Any dog barks
big in his own yard.

And I noticed you bark twice
as big when he's out of sight,

except when he's standing
right here in front of you.

Ben Cartwright don't
scare me none at all.

He sure ain't gonna
order me around.

Unless my hearing's
going bad, he just did.

That Indian girl,

you been sneaking around
watching her like Cartwright said?

I had to see what she
was doing up there, didn't I?

- What was she doing?
- Nothing. Nothing!

I been looking for
you. Come on in here.

Leave me alone with this boy.

Now, where'd you get this?

You sure never made it, but
I found it hid under your bed

along with my hatchet.
Now, where'd you get it?

- I stole it.
- Where?

- Up the creek.
- That squaw made it, huh?

I knowed it was Indian work.
What was you doing up there?

- Just looking around, like you do.
- Don't get impudent with me.

What I do ain't got
nothing to do with you, boy.

Now, I want to know,
you been talking to her?

Speak up, boy, or I'll
rawhide you ragged!

- You been talking to her?
- Yes.

And what about that
no-good squaw-man of hers?

- You been talking to him too?
- No. I ain't never seen him but once.

You're lying to me, boy. You seen
him. Comes home to eat, don't he?

You been eating up
there too, ain't you?

No, Aaron, Will ain't home.

He's up at West Fork
looking at some horses.

West Fork.

Will, huh?

You ain't never seen him,
but you know his name.

What about her? You
know her name too?

Her name's Moon.

She made the waterwheel for me
and she's learning me to read signs.

And she don't smell bad like
you said. She smells good.

She stinks. So does this.

Now, wait a minute, boy,
I ain't through with you.

Now, you been rooting
around in my stuff, ain't you?

- You been stealing from me.
- I didn't mean no harm.

You took that charm
of mine, didn't you?

- Now, what did you do with it?
- I lost it.

Now, boy, you're lying
to me. Now, where is it?

I gave it to Moon.

- That squaw? You gave it to her?
- Yes.

'Cause she gave
me the waterwheel.

And what she say?

Come on, boy, answer!

She said it was a
Sioux good luck charm.

Your good luck
just ran out, boy.

- Don't, Aaron!
- It ain't no good to run, now!

Don't, Aaron! Ow! Don't!

When they get out of hand, there
ain't nothing you can do but tan them.

What I heard, you
must have done a job.

When you tan a kid, you got to
let him know you mean it, right?

That's the only way to handle it.
Whale them if they get out of line.

- You handled it just right, Aaron.
- I sure did.

You know, Muley, I just decided
I had enough of Ben Cartwright

telling me what I can
and what I can't do.

We can get Jonas
to ride with us.

I'm gonna run that Indian and her
squaw-man clean out of the country.

Well, Jonas'll go. When?
When are you gonna do all this?

Tonight. Soon as
it gets dark enough.

Bridger.

- What are you doing here?
- Just going by.

After dark? You should be home.

- What is wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.

I come over so
you won't be alone.

- Thank you.
- Ouch!

Bridger, I hurt you. I am sorry.

It's nothing.

Is it your back?

Let me see.

The skin is broken.

Bridger, did he whip you?

- With what?
- His belt.

- Where is he now?
- Home. There's some men there drinking.

I ran away and I
ain't going back.

Bridger, can you walk
as far as the Ponderosa?

- What for?
- I want Mr. Cartwright to see this.

You do not have to stay
with that man any longer.

- Can you walk that far?
- If you go with me.

I will go with you. Now.

Hey, squaw, come on out!

You dirty Indian!

- Come out or we'll drag you out!
- Come on out here!

- We want to talk to you!
- We're coming in after you!

Bridger, out the back door,
quick. Run to the Ponderosa. Hurry!

Get what's coming to you!

- Come on out of there!
- We know you're in there!

- Get out of there!
- All right, boys, come on!

Let's tie up!

This'll come in handy.

- There she goes!
- Don't shoot!

Leave her to me.
Take care of the cabin.

You raise a gun to me, squaw.
Now you're gonna pay for that.

You are Bridger's stepfather.
You are Aaron Gore.

You know me, huh? Well,
you gonna pay for that too.

When I get through, you're
gonna be glad to ride out of here,

you and your squaw-man!

You teach my kid to steal. To
steal from me and give to you.

Now, this is mine,
and you're wearing it.

Take it, I do not want
anything of yours! Oh!

You should have run when
you had the chance, squaw.

Please...

Oh, let me go!

"Let me go, don't hurt me!"

Well, I'll hurt you,

and when I let you go you won't
stop running till you get to California.

You speak Sioux!

No white man would
know that word.

- You are Sioux!
- No!

My mother was.
Dirty stinking Sioux!

I spent 20 years of my
life trying to get away

from being called a half-breed,
and I ain't gonna do it anymore.

It's too bad you had
to find out about that.

Just too bad, 'cause you ain't
gonna live long enough to tell anybody.

Ahh!

Came from over there. Let's go.

- There she goes.
- Forget her.

She shot me.

We gotta get him to a
doctor. Take his feet.

Kind of a wasted trip, Joe. Only a
couple of horses worth messing with.

Well, you never know
unless you take a look-see.

- Yeah, that's true.
- Well, I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight.
- Will! Oh, Will!

- Moon.
- Will!

- Will, I shot him.
- Shot who?

I shot Aaron Gore!
He tried to kill me!

Get her in the house.

- It's all right.
- Put her on the sofa.

- I shot him!
- It's all right. Come on.

- Set her down.
- I shot him!

- It's all right.
- Get her some brandy.

Shh, easy now, easy.

- Easy.
- It's all right now, honey.

- Joe, what happened?
- Moon said she just shot Aaron Gore.

Hurry up, Hoss.
You're all right now.

- Moon, it's all right. It's all right.
- Here.

Now you just get
some of this down.

Just a little. That's it.

How did it happen?

Where's Bridger?

I sent him here
when the riders came.

Well, Bridger isn't
here yet, Moon.

What riders? How
many were there?

I saw three.

One of them was Aaron Gore.

I ran, and Aaron caught me!

We fought for his gun.

And I shot him!

- Did you kill him?
- I do not know!

Why would he come
after you, honey?

I found out about him.

He's a half-breed.

His mother was a Sioux.

So that's it.

- Where did you leave him?
- By our cabin down by the creek.

Take some men. Find him. If he's
still alive, take him back to town.

And find that boy,
he may be in danger.

- It's all right now.
- Here, here.

Have some of this
now. Just calm and easy.

I tell you what happened,
the squaw shot Aaron!

He said she did!

He ain't made a sound or a
move since he told us she shot him.

And he used his last
breath to tell us who did it.

Well, come daylight, we
got us a rope job to do!

Well, we drew a blank.
No sign of Aaron or the boy.

The cabin's a wreck. I'm
surprised they didn't burn it.

I found this down by the creek.

That is Aaron Gore's.

He dropped it. Did
you not see Bridger?

- No, ma'am.
- Where can he be?

I sent him here last night. He
knows the way. We must find him.

Moon, we'll find him.

Mr. Cartwright... I didn't
know she was here.

It's all right,
Candy. What is it?

There's a lynch mob
on their way out here.

They spent last night
working up a hate.

I made sure they were on their
way and I rode out ahead of them.

Lynch mob?

It's all right.

According to them, you
shot him in the back, Moon.

In the back? No,
that is not true.

We were facing each other. We
were struggling for the gun, it went off.

If that's the way she says
it was, that's the way it was.

Well, I believe you.

But that mob doesn't care
who shot him or where.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna stop a
few of them, I can tell you that.

Calm down, Will.

Cartwright!

Get the rifles. You
stay here with your wife.

Hey, Cartwright!

We know she's in there,
Cartwright! Bring out that squaw!

You came here...

because you think that Mrs.
Holt shot Aaron Gore in the back.

And you want to lynch her.

That's right, and we're
gonna string her up too!

Well, there isn't gonna be any
lynching here on the Ponderosa.

Mrs. Holt says that she
shot Aaron in self-defense.

Oh, no. We know different.

You say different.

Well, we're going to have
to let the law decide that.

We ain't waiting for no law.

All right, gentlemen.

Just turn your horses
around nice and easy

and ride on back
where you came from.

Mr. Cartwright!

Mr. Cartwright!

Mr. Cartwright!

Hey, boy, you belong with us,

not with those folks that are
hiding that squaw that killed Aaron.

Aaron ain't dead.

Doctor told me he was bad
hurt, but he ain't gonna die.

The kid's lying.

Moon didn't shoot him. I did.

Aaron threw down Moon's rifle,
she ran away and he chased her.

I picked up the
rifle and shot him.

I heard Aaron
say, "She shot me."

Besides, why would a kid
want to shoot his own pa?

There she is!

I will show you why.

- Let's get out of here.
- Hold on.

Just wait a minute.

Bridger, who were the two
men that were with Aaron?

Them two.

Muley and Jonas.

They're the ones that
broke up the cabin.

Muley, Jonas, you
stay close to town.

I'll be there tomorrow to swear
out a warrant for your arrest.

Here's another blanket.

Well, now, that ought to
help get things started again.

- Thank you, Hoss.
- You are very generous.

It's the least we could do.

- Any news, Pa?
- Well, yeah, in a way.

Gotta talk to Bridger here.

Come on, get right up here.

Now, Bridger, you're
a pretty big young fella.

I'm gonna talk to you like you
were a grown-up man. All right?

- All right.
- I've been spending a little time

with your stepfather.
He's gonna be all right.

He feels kind of badly about the
way things have turned out here.

Bridger, he'd like to go
off someplace by himself,

and start all over again.

So the court has
appointed an executor to...

Well, an executor is a man
who looks after the things

that you're not able to
look after till you're 21.

And that homestead
that you've been living in,

that place is yours now.

Live there by myself?
I ain't much of a cook.

Well, the judge has
thought of that too.

And he says if you've a mind to,

that you can adopt some new
parents who can live there with you.

- I can?
- Yeah.

Now, Bridger, can you think
of a young married couple

that you'd like to have
as your new ma and pa?

Yes, sir, I sure can.

Well, now, Moon and Will Holt,

do you accept young Bridger
as your newly adopted son?

- Well, I sure do, if Moon does.
- I accept.

Fine. Bridger, do you accept Moon
and Will Holt as your new ma and pa?

I sure do.

Reckon that
settles it, don't it?

Well, uh, not... not quite.

See, the executor has
to give his approval.

Who's the executor?

I am.

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