All language subtitles for Wagon Train S3E25 - The Joshua Gilliam Story

Hey.

Might be a dead buffalo.

I don't think so, Bill.

Haven't been many buffalo
around here the last couple of years.

Let's take a look.

Bill, give me some water.

Here, fella.

Oh, my back!

Here, have a little water.

Let's see.

Who did that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You say you're
a schoolteacher, huh?

That's right, Major Adams.

You still haven't told us
what happened to your back.

Well, one of my students
was a bully.

He picked on
the younger children.

A troublemaker.

I don't like
corporal punishment,

but sometimes
there's no other answer.

I took a willow switch to him.

But his father
is a very important man,

and he didn't think I had
the right to punish his son.

So he and some of his hands
showed up with bullwhips.

How long ago did this happen?

Oh, a day ago or two.
I don't know.

All I remember is the pain.

Oh, you poor man.

You're very kind,
but I'm all right now.

Well, they sure
chewed you up good.

In their own minds,
they were justified.

I don't hold it against them.

They were justified, huh?

Well, mister, you got a lot more
forgiveness than I would've had.

What are your plans, Gilliam?

Well, I don't know exactly.

I didn't have much time
to make plans.

Oregon, maybe.

We're goin' to the coast.

Well, I'm afraid I'm a
little unsound financially.

Major Adams, if Mr. Gilliam
is a schoolteacher...

Well, I mean, the children
have been quite a handful.

I've done the best I could,

but if we had a real
schoolteacher like Mr. Gilliam...

Well, Greta!

Wait a minute, Miss Halstadt.

Your daughter's
got a point there.

Maybe you could
earn your passage.

We've got a bunch of real
wild Indians on this outfit.

You're not just being
charitable, are you, Major?

Don't you worry about charity.

It'd be worth
your passage and more

just havin' somebody to keep
our young Apaches out of trouble.

Well, I always insist on earning
my own way wherever I go.

You'll earn your own way
if you take care of these kids!

Charlie's right about that,
Mr. Gilliam.

The job's yours if you want it.

Thank you, and I accept.

Good.

Thank you, Miss Halstadt.

It is "Miss," isn't it?

Yes, Mr. Gilliam.

If you ask me, kids ain't the only
thing he knows how to take care of.

Yeah, come on.

Never had much schoolin' myself.

Never needed much.

Some men have certain
native ability, Mr. Wooster,

and I'm sure you're one of them.

You're very fortunate.

Oh, I reckon so.
I've always gotten along.

Still, education is valuable,
no matter what your field.

I find it keeps one conscious of the
entire forward movement of the race.

Race? I'd never have taken you
for a sporting man.

I refer to the human race,
Mr. Wooster.

Oh. Oh, yes, I guess it does.

You know, you're gonna have
trouble with them kids we got along.

Don't you like children?

Oh, I like children all right, but
they're kinda runnin' wild this trip.

Now, you take Greta Halstadt...

She's possibly doin' the best
she can, but if you ask me,

it takes a man's firm hand
to handle them youngins.

She seems like
a nice young lady.

Nice? She's more than that.
She's rich.

Well, maybe not right now,
but when she gets to California,

she's gonna have 5,000 acres
at Sacramento Valley.

Her grandpappy gave it to her.

She's very lucky.

If I wasn't busy right here,
I'd be back there courtin' her.

Oh, of course her ma
don't help out none.

I'm sure Mrs. Halstadt is a charming
woman, once you get to know her.

I don't intend to know her.
I got troubles enough.

Come on there!

They slow down
every time I start talkin'.

Good evening, ladies.

Mr. Gilliam.
Are you feeling better?

Much better, thank you.

Mrs. Halstadt.

Would you join us for supper?

Thank you, but I believe
Mr. Wooster's preparing something.

Oh. We'd be delighted
to have you.

Wouldn't we, Mother?

Uh, of course.

We have beaten biscuits and
blueberry preserves from back home.

Blueberry preserves...

Do you know, I haven't eaten blueberry
preserves since my college days.

Well, then you'll
eat some tonight.

Please sit down.

If you're sure
it'll be no imposition.

No imposition.

You're a college graduate,
Mr. Gilliam?

Princeton, madam.

Isn't this a rather strange
place to find a Princeton man?

Well, I understand you can find
Princeton men most anywhere.

I really came here to ask about
your classes, Miss Halstadt.

Do you plan to teach tonight?

I was hoping to.

Oh, splendid!

Then I can begin paying my way.

A man must stand
on his own two feet.

It's the only road
to self-respect.

An admirable sentiment,
Mr. Gilliam.

More than sentiment, madam.
It's the guiding rule of my life.

Remember now,

arithmetic can be fun,
like a puzzle.

I know all of you
like puzzles, right?

Now then,
you all know what you get

when you add five apples
and five apples, don't you?

Sharon?

Ten apples?

Correct.

But what do you get
when you add five apples,

five oranges, a peach,
a pear, and a banana?

Who knows?

Fruit salad, of course.

He sure knows
how to handle kids, doesn't he?

So it seems.

Mighty lucky to have him.

We know so little about him.

Well, Miss Halstadt, out
in this part of the country,

it's what a man does that
counts, not what he has done.

It doesn't take
any great guess work

to see that he's a real teacher.

Well, I'm sure he's a teacher,
but what else is he?

Well, he's a man.

In my book,
that's good enough for me.

Evening, Miss Halstadt.

Good night, children,
good night.

Good night, Mr. Gilliam.

Good night.

That's a fine group of children.

You love them, don't you?

Children? Of course.

Sometimes
I look into their faces

and try to see the faces of the
men and women they will become.

Can you see them?

Sometimes I see
great leaders among them...

Statesmen, builders,
dreamers of great dreams.

Then I try
to work a little harder.

My vanity, I suppose,

but I like to feel that,
by molding young minds,

I help to mold the future.

In a small way, of course.

I've felt that way sometimes.

Sometimes they're like flowers
opening up in front of you.

Of course, I'm not a real teacher
like you. I've never been trained.

But you have the desire
to help others.

I knew that
the first moment I saw you...

The way you worked to help me.

You had such a tender touch.

Mr. Gilliam, I...

Oh, I'm sorry.
I've embarrassed you.

But true tenderness and sympathy

are rare flowers
to find in the wilderness.

"For I was hungered,
and ye gave me meat.

"I was thirsty,
and ye gave me drink.

I was a stranger,
and ye took me in."

Greta, it's getting late.

Of course, Mother.

Good night, Mr. Gilliam.

Good night, Miss Halstadt.
Until tomorrow?

I don't like him.

Who, Mother?

Mr. Gilliam.

He's a wonderful man.

There's something
wrong about him.

I don't know what,
but I can feel it.

I know what it is. You don't
like him because he likes me.

Don't be silly.

I'm not being silly.
Mother, we better discuss this.

I don't see
what there is to discuss.

You think he's a fortune hunter,

just as you've thought about every
man who's ever been attracted to me.

Well, Mother, it so
happens that Mr. Gilliam

doesn't know anything
about my inheritance.

He knows.

That kind always
manages to find out.

Just exactly what do you mean,
that kind?

All men are that kind to you.

Mother, I'm a grownup woman now.

Don't you think
I have a mind of my own?

Darling, you don't know
anything about men.

Then it's about time
I found out, isn't it?

Well, if it was some nice, young
man, some decent, young man.

Young men want young women.

Mother, I'm an old maid.

Oh, nonsense! You're an
attractive, healthy, young woman.

I should have married
ten years ago!

I want to get married!
I want to have children!

I want my own children,
not somebody else's!

Darling, you shall have them
when the right man comes along.

How often has the right man
already come along,

only to have you chase him away!

Oh, don't say that.
I want you to be happy.

Then let me be happy!

Let me fall in love, Mother.

Let somebody
fall in love with me.

Please, Mother.

Of course, darling.

But not this man.

We know so little about him.

I know quite enough about him.

He's kind. He's gentle.

He likes me, and I like him.

So you leave us alone, Mother.
I demand it.

Well, we'll talk about it tomorrow.
You're too upset to talk now.

I won't feel any differently
about it tomorrow!

Mr. Gilliam is interested in me,

and I'm going to do everything
I can to encourage him,

and you are not to interfere,
Mother. I won't stand for it!

That's all for tonight,
children.

Are you really a magician,
Mr. Gilliam?

Why, of course, Sharon.

Who else can take a penny
out of your ear?

But you remember
what I told you about thrift.

Now you keep that
until we get to California,

and I wouldn't be surprised

if I find another
in your other ear.

Now run along.

I really think
you are a magician.

Anybody who could civilize
our children the way you have...

Say that again.

Say what?

Our children.

I better go back to the wagon.

Don't go. Please.

Sit down.

Oh, all right,
just for a moment.

I've wanted to talk to you,

but there's
always somebody around.

I know.

And there's so few people
I can really talk to,

someone who will understand.

Life can be lonely.

Yes, very.

Of course, you have your mother.

I can't talk to her
the way I can to you.

Don't you have someone, Joshua?
Some family someplace?

Not anymore.

I was married once.

Oh, I didn't know.

She died of the cholera.

She was very much like you...

Sweet, quiet, charming.

Please, Joshua...

"It is not meant
that man should live alone."

The Book says that.

The fountain of all wisdom.

A man or a woman can be lonely
in the middle of a crowd.

And when one is so tired
of searching...

and so tired of being alone...

and so hungry in the heart
for someone to love...

you hear
the soft sound of a voice...

which seems to put
your troubles to sleep...

which seems to bring
a strange rest, a quietness.

For that's what we all need
more than anything else...

Rest and peace of mind,

the deep sleep which soothes us,

which pacifies
the troubled seas of our minds,

the deep, restful sleep
which brings peace.

Do you feel that need, Greta?

Yes, Joshua.

Even until your eyelids
begin to get heavy,

and your eyes are so tired
and hot and burning

that only the coolness
of sleep can soothe them,

soothe them into deep slumber.

JOSHUA: And then you
can hear that voice,

the dear, soft voice you love,

which means so much to you,

and you will listen and remember
in the soothing slumber of...

Greta!

What are you doing?

I don't understand,
Mrs. Halstadt.

I must have dozed off.

Oh, I am sorry, Joshua.
That was terribly rude of me.

Are you all right?

Well, of course I am, Mother.
Is anything wrong?

Well, I don't know.

You remember what I told you.

Joshua, I seem to be
terribly sleepy.

If you'll excuse me...

Of course, my dear.
It's been a long day.

Mother?

I'll be right there, dear.

You're a lucky woman,
Mrs. Halstadt.

I want to talk to you,
Mr. Gilliam.

Of course.

There's some things
you might as well know

about my daughter's inheritance.

Inheritance?

I'm not a foolish, inexperienced
girl like my daughter, sir.

Her grandfather
specifically stated in his will

that Greta will lose her bequest

if she marries
without my approval.

Do you understand that, sir?

Not entirely, madam.

Then I will make it quite clear.

Leave my daughter alone.

I prefer to hear those words
from Greta's lips.

You hear them from mine.

You're a fortune hunter.

You've turned her head with
your good manners and soft ways,

but if Greta marries without my
approval, she gets no inheritance,

and I will never approve
of her marrying you.

Now, this used to be pretty good
country till Goldridge died out.

Charlie, you'd be happy
with Death Valley

if they had a saloon
in the middle of it.

Goldridge was quite a town,
all right.

Well, we're not gonna get
anywhere moonin' about ghost towns.

We better go south, I guess.

Major Adams.

Oh, good evening, Miss Hasltadt.

I'd like to talk with
you, Major. Surely.

I want you to keep that man away
from my daughter, Major Adams.

What man is that?

Joshua Gilliam.

He's an evil man.

Well, I wouldn't know
about that, Mrs. Halstadt,

but it seems to me that any man

that's as good with children
as he is can't be too bad.

That's what I was saying. He
has a charm. It's like the evil eye.

Oh, really?

He's using her.
He's turning her head.

It's almost as if she doesn't
have a mind of her own anymore,

and you've got to order him
to stay away from her.

Send him away from the train.

Now you know
I'm not gonna do that.

After all, he's paid his way
just like everybody else.

Mrs. Halstadt, I'm not gonna tell
him to stay away from your daughter.

She's a full-grown woman.

Don't you think
it might be a good idea

for her to make
her own decision for once?

But you don't understand.

She can't cope
with a man like that.

If Mr. Gilliam
does anything wrong,

he'll answer to me,
I guarantee you,

but paying court to a lonely
young woman is not wrong,

not in my book.

Is there anything else,
Mrs. Halstadt?

I knew there was something
missing the moment she walked up.

Like what?

She didn't have no broom.

That's not so darn funny,
Charlie.

A suspicious old gal like that
can cause trouble on any train.

I never did like
sharp-faced women.

Well, let's forget about her.

I wish I could be sure
of this Fremont Trail.

You don't suppose,
just for once,

McCullough could get back here
when we need him, do you?

By golly, I never saw a man
so anxious to get to work as you.

Well, time is fleeting,
Mr. Wooster.

A day lost is lost forever.

But perhaps my enthusiasm
for my favorite subject

does get the better of me
at times.

Like what?

History, sir...

The ennobling life story
of our republic.

Is that good?

It's inspiring...

The virtues, yes, and the faults

of noble men
striving to do better.

Why don't you join us,
Mr. Wooster?

Oh, I've got enough trouble
with my own history

without worrying
about anybody else's.

Thanks anyway, though.

You won't listen to me?

No, Mother, I won't.

Well, he won't marry you.

Well, he hasn't asked me.

He won't.

I saw to that.

Just how can you stop him
if he wants to?

He won't want to.

I told him
you'd lose your inheritance

if you married
against my wishes.

Oh, Mother, do you really think that
would make any difference to Joshua?

Darling,
you're going to be hurt.

Can't you see I'm trying
to spare you that?

No, Mother, I can't see it!

All I can see is my own
mother trying to keep me

from finding happiness
for the first time in my life!

Mother, are you afraid
you're gonna lose the money?

You can have it all.
I don't want it.

I want Joshua.
That's all I want.

But just as things
were going smoothly,

something terrible
happened to the young nation.

In 1691,
back in Salem, Massachusetts,

there was a witch scare.

Our forefathers suddenly thought

that there were witches
among them, everywhere.

Sharon, do you know
what a witch is?

Of course, there really aren't
any such things as witches,

or at least so I've been told,

but the people of Massachusetts
thought differently.

According to them,
witches are unpleasant old women

who can fly around
on their brooms,

and down through the ages,
the legend is that the witches

have exchanged their immortal
souls for magical powers.

They can change themselves
into animals,

and one of the leading citizens
of Salem

once warned from the pulpit
that anyone can be a witch...

The person next to you,

your neighbor,

the old woman
who lives down the street.

In fact,
if that man were here now,

he'd warn that there
might even be a witch

right here on this train.

They used to say
that witches like children.

They find them delicious.

They gather firewood
for their ovens

and pop children inside,

and then they have
chocolate fudge children...

much more tender
than chocolate fudge men.

Now, if I were one
of those men from Salem,

I'd speak these words to you.

Innocent children,
beware of the witch.

Unless you wanna be
popped into an oven,

never let a witch
catch you alone.

Of course, we all know that there are
no such things as witches, don't we?

But our grandfathers and
great-grandfathers thought there were,

and they were very wise men.

So beware.

Beware.

Watch out for the witch,
whoever she is.

Well, I guess that's
enough history for tonight.

You can run along now.

Good night, children.

Good night, Mr. Gilliam.

Good night, Sharon.

Why don't you open your eyes?

Can't you see what he's doing?

Mother, you're imagining things.

You're trying
to make a bogey-man

out of one of the sweetest
people I've ever met.

I tell you, he's no good!
I can feel it!

He's not interested in you!

Mother, he'd never
have known about the money

if you hadn't brought it up,

and he was
interested in me then.

You're bewitched!
You're under a spell!

She's a witch!

She's a nice old lady.
She baked me some candy.

In her own oven?

Was it chocolate fudge?

Yeah, I guess so.

I wonder who it was.

What are you staring at?

Scat!

Where are you going?

For a little walk.

With him?

That's my affair, Mother.

Of course.

Child, child, why can't you see?

Greta, baby.

Shh.

Shh.

Children,
what's the matter with you?

I'm not going to eat you!

I'm gonna have to have me
a talk with those kids' folks.

I'm sure they're
just playing games, Major.

Well, I don't want them
to get back like they were.

What's wrong, Mother?

Am I so awful, so terrible?

Well, of course you're not.

What have I done
to the children?

They're afraid of me.

They run and scream
whenever they see me.

Oh, Mother, they're just
playing games. Joshua says...

No, it's no game. It's no game.

Whenever they think I'm
not looking, they watch me.

There's always
someone watching me.

Mother,
you're just imagining things.

No, I'm not. I've seen them.

Oh, I wish we hadn't come!

Why didn't we stay home?

Now, Mother, we both agreed
this was the only thing to do.

I know, but something has
gone wrong, something terrible!

Oh, I don't know.

You'll feel better
in the morning.

Oh, I wish
there was a doctor along.

I wanna talk to a doctor.

All right, Mother,
the next town we come to.

Am I such a bad mother?
I love children.

I love you. You're just a child.

Oh, you're a wonderful mother.

Go on, now go to sleep.

But why are they afraid of me?
Why are they watching me?

Oh, darling, I'm afraid.

Something terrible is happening!

Mother...

It's all right, Mother.
It's all right.

It's all right.

Harvey! Harvey!

Oh, Sharon, go on out and
bring in a little more wood.

I don't wanna go out there.

Why not?

I'm afraid.

Oh, now I want you to get this
witch business out of your head.

It's broad daylight,
and nobody's gonna hurt you.

But I don't wanna go out there.

Now you go on
before I tan your hide.

Child!

What in blazes is that?

She's a witch!
She tried to eat me!

What's goin' on here?

- Oh, child!
- Child!

I've had enough, Major. That
woman's gotta get off the train.

What's the matter
with you, Miller?

That woman's
been scarin' my kids!

Not only mine,
every kid on the train!

No, no, it's not true!

Mr. Miller, you are talking
absolute nonsense!

Nonsense? My two are afraid
to leave the wagon alone,

even my boy Harvey,
and he's night a young man!

Now I'm telling you...

You're telling me nothing!

You're acting
like a child yourself.

Come on, honey. Tell Major
Adams what's the matter.

What scared you so much?
Come on, tell me.

She's a witch! She tried
to put me in her oven!

Oh, she didn't try to do that.

She did!
She was ridin' her broom!

She tried to grab me!

She did, Daddy, she did!

Will somebody please tell me
what started all this?

I'm afraid this is all my fault,
Major, and no one else's.

How's that, Mr. Gilliam?

I've been teaching them history,

and I mentioned
the Salem witch trials.

I'm afraid I made
the lesson a bit too graphic.

Children have such
vivid imaginations.

Child, I wouldn't hurt you.

You stay away from my kids,
you hear?

Spooky old witch
goes around scarin' kids!

You put her off the train,
Major!

I'll put nobody off this train
unless it's you.

You wanna move your wagon
back to the tail-end of the line,

that's all right with me,

but don't try to tell me
how to run this outfit.

All right, but they can
get themselves another driver.

My boy Harvey
isn't gonna do it no more!

That's your business.

Why don't you take your little girl
away from here till she calms down.

Mr. Gilliam,
I'm surprised at you.

Surely you've had enough experience
teaching children to avoid a thing

like this.

You're quite right, Major,
and I'm terribly sorry.

If there's anything...

Maybe you just better stick to
teachin' readin', writin', and arithmetic.

I'm sorry this happened,
Mrs. Halstadt.

Maybe you better take her to
your wagon so she can lie down.

There is one thing
I can do, Major.

If the Miller boy won't be around to
drive Greta's wagon, I'd be happy to.

I handle a team very well.

Oh, thank you, Joshua.
That would be very kind.

Please, no, please!
That's a good idea.

These two ladies can use
a man on their wagon. Thanks.

That's the least I can do.

All right, folks,
it's all over now.

Go on back to your wagons.
We pull out in half an hour.

How is she, Greta?

Poor Mama.
She loves children so.

Well, we'll be coming
to Goldridge soon.

I understand there's an
excellent doctor in residence there.

Yes, a doctor, please.

Hey, hey, let me give you
a hand with that thing.

That's heavy.

You're pretty strong
for a schoolteacher.

Well, I believe in keeping the body
as well as the mind in shape, Major.

Say, tell me,
how's Mrs. Halstadt?

Well, to be honest, I'm
greatly worried about her.

Oh?

She's, uh, well, she's
beginning to imagine things.

What kind of things?

She seems to think that people
are spying on her.

She thinks that there
are things in her wagon...

Snakes and bugs.

Well, I don't think
she's a drinking woman.

No, no, it's nothing like
that, but she is getting old,

and there's
the strain of travel,

and then the unfortunate
incident with the children.

Frankly,
I think she needs a doctor.

Well, I don't know where
we're gonna get one.

Used to be a doctor
in Goldridge,

but since that mine gave out,
the town's all dried up.

There's nobody there.

There might be one in Fremont,
but that's a long ways.

It's a pity.

She's really a very nice person,

but the mind
is a strange thing, Major.

Very strange.

For your mother?

Yes, it's chicken broth
Mrs. Johnson made.

I wouldn't disturb her.
She's still sleeping.

Mother! Mother, what is it?!

Oh, in there! It's horrible!

It's all right.

What's the matter?

There's something in the wagon.

Did you find anything?

No, Major,

there's nothing in the wagon
that doesn't belong here.

I wonder what scared her.

I don't know, but you remember
what we were talking about earlier?

About the mind?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, but I did see it!

It was a horrible, hairy thing
crawling up my blanket!

All right, Mother, all right.
Now it's all right now, Mother.

Here, Mrs. Halstadt,
this will help you.

No, I don't want anything!

But you must.
It will make you sleep.

Oh, please, Mother. No, no!

Oh, come, Mrs. Halstadt.

Oh, Greta, send him away!

Mother, Joshua's only trying to
help you. Mother, now drink this.

Drink it, Mrs. Halstadt.
It won't hurt you. See?

Mm. I grant you
it doesn't taste very good,

but it's an excellent sedative.

No, I don't want
anything from you!

Perhaps Major Adams
has some laudanum.

I'd go get it,
but I think your mother

would feel better about it
if you brought it.

Oh, yes, of course, Joshua.

No, Greta,
please don't leave me.

Mother, I'll be right back.
Mother, stay quiet.

Joshua won't leave you, Mother.
Mother, I'll be right back.

Mother, right back.

Don't leave me.

You're very ill, Mrs. Halstadt.

Very ill.

You must rest.
You must try to relax.

You have nothing
to fear from me.

Just lie back on your pillow,
and you'll feel so much better.

You need a doctor...

someone who can talk with you...

calm your mind and your fears...

and heal you...

someone peaceful and quiet
who understands you.

There's a doctor in Goldridge,
a wonderful doctor,

and Goldridge is filled with wonderful,
friendly people who will take care of you,

and no one
will be afraid of you,

and the little children
will come to you and smile.

You must go to Goldridge,
Mrs. Halstadt.

You must go
to Goldridge tonight.

You just need a doctor...

a doctor in Goldridge.

Take a gentle horse tonight
and slip away.

You'll find a road
just north of here.

You understand?

Yes.

Goldridge tonight.

Now sleep, Mrs. Halstadt.

Sleep.

Major Adams had some.

Well, we won't need it now,
my dear. She's sleeping.

Poor Mother.

I've been unkind.

No, not at all.

Parents and children must learn

that they grow away
from each other.

Perhaps her experiences recently
have taught her that.

I hope so.

Come, come.

Let her sleep.

Joshua!

Joshua!

What is it?

Mother's gone!

Are you sure?

Yes! She's even taken
some of her clothes!

You've gotta help me find her!

Maybe she just couldn't sleep.

No, she wanted a doctor!

Joshua, didn't you tell her that there
was a doctor in some town nearby?

Yes, Goldridge, but...

Then that's where
she must've gone!

All right, I'll go after her,

but don't tell anyone.

Why not?

My dear, if your mother
causes any more trouble...

well, already people
are beginning to talk.

If she delays the train,
there might be serious trouble.

I'll find her
and bring her back.

Oh, but hurry,
she's out there all alone!

Now you go back to your wagon.
I'll take care of your mother.

Hello?

Hello?!

Is somebody here?!

No!

Hello?!

Somebody must be here!

Come on, Charlie, get packed
up. WE can't wait all day.

Yes, sir.

Any sign of McCullough, Bill?

No, not a sign of him.

Major Adams... Oh, good
morning, Miss Halstadt.

How's your mother this morning?

Well, that's what I came to talk to
you about. I'm afraid to wait any longer.

Wait? What for?

Well, Joshua went to find her,
but they haven't come back yet.

Not back? From where?

I don't know.
Goldridge, I suppose.

Goldridge?

Why would anybody
wanna go there?

Oh, the doctor.

There's no doctor in Goldridge,
nor anything else.

There's nobody there.

But Joshua said...

Well, just what did Joshua say?

He said
there was a doctor there.

He said...

What did you mean just now,
"nor anything else"?

Goldridge is a ghost town.

It's been blown away for five
years. Everybody knows that.

Yeah,
everybody including Gilliam.

Major Adams,
what are you talking about?

Now don't you worry, Greta.
We'll go bring them back.

Yes, but if something's
happened to Mother...

Nothing has happened to your
mother. You go on back to your wagon.

Leave it up to us. Come
on, honey. It's all right.

Charlie, get our horses.
What's the matter?

I'm not sure, but I think I've
been pretty gall-darned stupid.

Gilliam knew that
Goldridge was a ghost town.

I told him so myself last night,

and there's a few other little
things that don't quite add up.

Go on, get them horses. Yep!

Major, why would he
wanna get rid of her?

I'm not sure, Bill.

Maybe 5,000 acres
of Sacramento Valley land...

and nobody standin' in the way
except a sharp-eyed old lady.

Come on.

Hello?!

Oh! Oh!

Help me.

Help me. Help me.

Somebody help me!

JOSHUA: Freda!

Freda?

I've come to get you.

You suffered enough.

Come here.

No.

Help.

Somebody.

There's no one else here, Freda.

Just you and me.

You're a very sick woman.

I can heal you.

No. No! No!

This'll only take a moment,
Freda.

Then nothing will torment you
any more...

nothing any more.

I will bring you peace.

Take your hands away, Freda.

Take them down.

It'll make it easier.

Help! Freda! Freda!

Get a rope!

I can't reach bottom!

Freda! Freda!

I can't swim!

Freda!

Major...

Come on now, Miss Halstadt.

Come on, let's get up.

Here. Hey, hey, come on.

Listen, now you're gonna be
all right, you hear me?

It'll be all right.

Come on,
we'll go back to the train.

Bill.