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This one's called "The Bootlace."

You whip around this first barrel and zigzag towards the second one.

Then we'll shoot around this barrel and this one and this one,

like lacing up a boot.

And the rider and the horse with the fastest time wins!

That'll be us, Se�or Carrots!

Wrong, cookie breath. It'll be me and Chica Linda.

Don't be surprised if me and Junipero take first place.

He's got a real competitive streak.

He won't beat Boomerang, though.

Throwing an O-Mok-See for your party is a genius idea, Lucky.

Thirteen events for your 13th birthday.

Is someone having a birthday party?

No birthday party here.

Move along, move along.

I'm having a super-amazing birthday party, and everyone in town is invited!

Are you going, Snips?

No. Also, Snips isn't here.

Hi, Snips.

Daddy asked us to deliver this telegram to your house, Lucky.

Actually, he asked Bianca to do it yesterday, but she forgot.

No, he asked you, and you forgot.

No, he asked you, and you forgot.

No, he asked you, and you forgot.

No, he asked you, and you forgot.

No, he asked...

It's from my grandpa!

He's coming to town tomorrow.

This is the best news ever!

I can't wait to show him everything, especially you, Spirit.

Lucky, if this telegram is from yesterday,

doesn't that mean he's coming today?

I guess we don't have to wait.

Let's go tell Dad and Aunt Cora!

He's a little strict, but he can be fun.

He taught me to play checkers and cards and croquet and badminton.

He pretended not to mind when I beat him, but trust me, he's pretty competitive.

Maybe your grandpa will want to enter the O-Mok-See.

Hope he doesn't mind losing to me and Chica Linda.

Dad! Aunt Cora! Come quick!

Lucky, a young lady of 13 does not shout inside the house.

Or outside the house. Or ever.

All right, birthday girl, where's the fire?

It's not a fire! It's Grandpa! He's coming today on the morning train.

Can you believe it?

See you at the depot!

Oh, Clancy!

Papa's coming to visit!

You know what this is, right?

It's a classic surprise inspection.

He's here to see how I'm doing with the railroad.

- Like I'm gonna break it or something. - Oh, poppycock.

You should be proud to show him the excellent job you're doing.

And I'm going to do the same.

We'll be pulling into Miradero in five minutes, Mr. Prescott.

Which by my counting makes this train, that I own, eight and a half minutes late.

Uh, y-yes, sir. Uh, sorry, sir.

Yee-haw!

Hmm. Hooligans.

Cora, stop!

- Stand still. - Cut it out.

I hope you're not going to be this sour the entire time Papa's here.

I'm not sour.

I should hope not.

I want him to see what a respectable life I've made for you and Lucky,

despite our living in such untamed country.

Look, there he is!

Yoo-hoo! Papa!

Cora, my dear.

- It's good to see you. - Oh, how I've missed you.

- Dad. - Jim.

You've got my trains running late now, do you?

Now, why isn't my granddaughter here to greet me?

If it wasn't for that ravine, we would have definitely beaten the train.

Anyone else notice the look on the face of that prairie dog we jumped over?

Grandpa!

Well, now, let me take a look at the birthday girl.

Hmm...

I want to introduce to you my two best friends in the world...

Pru and Abigail.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Prescott! - Top of the morning, Lucky's grandfather.

- Hello, girls. - And this is Spirit.

Isn't he a fine-looking specimen?

Spirit thinks you're a fine-looking specimen, too.

Where's his saddle?

Oh, you can't put a saddle on Spirit. He's a wild horse.

- A wild... - Oh, Papa.

You must be so tired after that long ride.

Let's get you home, and I'll fix you a nice lunch.

And I'm sure Lucky would like to clean up.

I heard you ran into trouble blasting a pass through Goose Gulch.

How many days behind are you?

We'll make it up.

Speak up, son. I can't hear you when you mumble.

- Lucky, let your father get that. - Lunch, everyone!

Easy with that trunk. Lucky's presents are in there.

That reminds me!

You have to come to my party tonight. I'm throwing an O-Mok-See.

It's a riding contest with all sorts of crazy obstacle courses and jumps.

A 13-year-old girl deserves a proper, sit-down birthday dinner.

Don't you agree, Cora?

You can do your O-Mok-See-ing another time.

- But, Grandpa... - No "buts."

I brought your favorite delicacies from home.

If you'd like, you may invite those two friends of yours.

Oh, that sounds like a lovely idea.

I think I'll skip lunch.

There's wood that needs chopping.

Come along, Papa.

A formal dinner?

With seven courses? And dresses?

It'll be fun.

Not "horse" fun or "frontier" fun, but "different" fun.

Yeah, way different.

It's kind of like an obstacle course, but instead of riding around barrels,

you have to ride around an extremely complicated place setting!

Well, I'm excited.

I've been looking for an excuse to get my dress back from Snips.

He's been using it as a tepee.

Abigail's right.

All that really matters is that we get to celebrate your birthday together.

I'm sorry about your O-Mok-See, Lucky.

It's all right. I'm sure dinner with Grandpa will be really nice.

Well, I'm proud of you.

You're being very mature about this.

Typical James Prescott.

Guardian against fun.

Crusher of dreams.

- Did you say something, Dad? - Nope. Nothing.

Just talking to this piece of wood.

Are you sure you're okay?

Couldn't be better. Why do you ask?

I can't tell if you want to heat the house or build a whole new one.

It must not be easy teaching Lucky to be a Prescott so far from civilization.

Oh, goodness, you can't imagine.

Between that horse and Lucky's own stubborn nature,

sometimes I'm at my wit's end.

I'm sure you're doing all you can.

Oh, I am, Papa. Here's your tea.

Little more milk.

Ah!

I'll get it!

Oh, it's my ladies-in-waiting.

Good day, my dear Fortuna.

Greetings, Your Royal Luckiness.

I bid you both welcome to my Grand Birthday Ball.

Ohh...

This dinner has to be perfect for Papa.

And for me, right? Because it is my birthday?

He should see this house as a beacon of civilization in a vast wilderness of...

...vulgarity.

Listen now, we're in this together.

Remember your manners.

A lady does not gesture with silverware in her hands,

nor does she rest her elbows on the table.

Mouths closed when you chew, and no talking when it's full.

Better yet, perhaps you shouldn't talk at all.

Unless, of course, you're addressed.

Then you may talk, but with your mouth closed.

How do you talk with your mouth closed?

Just go out there and dazzle them.

Poised and polite.

Please, girls, I'm counting on you.

A dress!

It's beautiful.

Just like these others.

Look in the bottom of the box.

Bubble bath. And a mirror.

Thank you, Grandpa.

This last one I think you'll like best.

Ooh.

Now, this is how a young lady should dress to ride.

Formal, elegant.

No more mafficking about in rags for you, my dear.

Oh, I should check the roast.

Jim, would you take over on the entertainment?

Jim play the piano?

If memory serves, he gave up on his lessons,

much like the other hobbies he picked up and discarded.

Whoo!

Seats, everyone. Dinner is served.

Bon app�tit.

- Oops. - Sorry.

Are these snails?

Ah, yes, they're a French delicacy.

Escargot prepared with garlic and parsley butter.

Hmm?

Hmm. Mm.

This jam is...

very salty.

Oh, that's caviar, dear.

Better known as raw fish eggs.

Bleh.

I think I'll take mine home to hatch so I can keep them as pets.

Why don't you girls tell me what you're studying in school?

We're learning the difference

between igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rocks.

Ah, that's very interesting.

Miss Flores asked us to find examples of each and bring them to class.

Everyone got an A, except for my brother, Snips.

He brought in a bison pie.

To be fair, geology is a little advanced for a six-year-old.

You're in the same class as a six-year-old?

Sure, it's a one-room school.

Oh!

- Ugh! - Sorry!

- Sorry! - Girls!

Girls! That's enough.

Aah!

Boomerang, no! That's my cake!

Lucky, stop! Oh!

I see the same wild streak in Lucky that was in you.

And you're doing nothing to discourage it.

Well, what you call a wild streak, I call strength.

You think it's "strong" to run away from your responsibilities?

You drove me away, trying to control my life!

That's why I give Lucky more freedom. I trust her.

You were 18 when you fled to the frontier.

And you were tough.

But Lucky is a young girl from an august family.

Have you truly considered what's to become of her out here?

Lucky's gonna be fine.

Lucky? Are you okay?

I know why my grandpa was mad at my dad.

He's worried I'm not tough enough for life on the frontier.

So I'm gonna show him I am.

How are you gonna do that?

Ooh! You should wrestle a bear. That would convince me.

I have something else in mind. And I'm going to need your help.

- Morning, Grandpa! - Good morning, Lucky.

Want to go for a ride?

'Cause I want to show you all of my favorite places on the frontier.

Where's the riding outfit I brought you?

Uh...

Aunt Cora needs to alter it.

These old clothes will have to do for now.

What do you say? Please?

Very well.

If it's a ride appropriate for a young lady.

Oh, it will be a very proper ride.

Your horse even has a saddle.

Hyah!

Hyah!

What about the time you taught me to play checkers,

and I wound up beating you nine games in a row?

It is possible I let you win.

Or is it possible I'm just that good?

You were a very fast study.

Dad says I get my competitive side from you.

I see them. Here they come!

Look, everybody, it's Lucky and her grandpa!

What a complete coincidence...

Us being out here and you being out here...

and no one sat down last night and planned any of this.

Someone cover my mouth with their hand!

We're just running a few games from our O-Mok-See.

Me and Se�or Carrots just set an all-time record!

Yeah, for the number of barrels missed.

Lucky, is your old granpappy gonna run the Bootlace and try and take my crown?

Grandpa prefers dressage.

Is that like wearing a dress?

'Cause I could win that, too.

No, it's a fancy style of riding,

not nearly as tough and action-packed as this.

Let's see what "old granpappy" can do.

Really?

In three, two, one, go!

Hyah!

- Go, Grandpa! - Go, Mr. Prescott!

Whoa!

Go, Grandpa!

Ha ha!

Grandpa, that was amazing!

Yes, well, would've done better on a fresh horse.

Okay, my turn.

Three, two, one, go!

Come on, Spirit! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Yeah!

Lucky wins by seven seconds!

What do you think of that, Grandpa?

I was just getting used to the course. You won't best me again.

Is that so?

Next event, the steeplechase!

- Way to go! - Yeah, Lucky!

Come on, Spirit! Hyah!

Hyah!

Faster, faster!

Oh, no! He's heading right for the salt flats!

Wait! That way's dangerous!

Oh, if he gets stuck, he'll never get out!

- Be careful! - Grandpa, stop!

Nice try!

Hyah! Hyah!

Steady! Oh!

- Grandpa! - Help! Help!

- Grandpa! - Lucky!

- What do I do? What do I do? - Someone help!

- Come on, boy! The tree! - Lucky!

- Hang on, Grandpa! - I can't! I can't!

Lucky! Take Spirit, get help!

No, we've got you! It's okay!

Aah! I can't! I'm going under!

Be careful!

Ahh!

I can't reach!

Oh!

Spirit!

Come on...

- Grab my hand! - Oh!

Got ya!

- Mr. Prescott! - Grandpa, are you okay?

I... I seem to be in one piece.

- Mm! - Lucky!

Are you okay?

Thank you, Lucky. You too, Spirit. That was...

That was very brave.

Lucky's always doing brave things, Mr. Prescott,

like when we almost fell off Dead Man's Curve

or saving the train from the earthquake or the blizzard.

Ooh, or the time you saved Spirit from the mountain lion.

Or when you saved Abigail and me from being blown up in Filbert Canyon.

You did all these things?

Yep! See, Grandpa? I am tough enough to live out here.

You are tough.

I see that now.

Dad! Aunt Cora!

- Lucky, where have you been? - Papa?

- We've been getting worried about you. - Clearly not worried enough.

This frontier is wild,

and my granddaughter's becoming wild to survive it.

If we don't correct things, she'll never fit into city life again.

But, Grandpa!

She'll have no marriage proposals, no chance of a university education.

The two of you are jeopardizing her very future and her destiny as a Prescott.

And, Cora...

you disappoint me the most.

Uh, but, Papa...

Your sole responsibility has been to ensure Lucky's proper upbringing.

And you failed.

So I'm taking Lucky back to the city with me...

...tonight.

You'll enroll in a proper boarding school, like your cousin Julian.

With luck, the damage can be undone.

No! No, you can't make me go!

- That's enough, Lucky. - Now, hold on!

Lucky already is a fine young lady.

She has an adventurous spirit and a big heart.

No father could be more proud.

She belongs in Miradero, and this is where she'll stay...

until she's old enough to make her own decisions.

Is that so?

Cora, talk some sense into your brother.

I think Jim is right.

I agree.

Lucky leaves something to be desired when it comes to etiquette and gentility.

But she is a wonderful young woman.

And this is her home.

And I won't let anyone take her from it.

I see.

Well, I'll make my own arrangements for a ride to the train station.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

I'm still really glad you came.

Happy birthday, Lucky.

Did he forget a bag?

No, this one's mine.

Your grandfather was right about one thing, Lucky.

I came to Miradero to help you become a young woman

who would succeed in proper society.

But I failed.

I see now I was wrong to even try.

My being here with you is pointless.

And so I'm moving out.

Is she coming back?

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