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When I look back on Walton's Mountain

I remember that our parents, by word and by example...

took some pains to teach us

the practical lessons of life and its virtues.

But though I had been well taught

there came a time when I doubted my own honesty

and questioned its true value.

Give me your bag, Mrs. Spears,

and I'll put this packet in it for you.

Okay, and I've got it on your charge. You have a nice day.

Hey, John-Boy!

What's the matter?

You realize that I don't know anything about you?

Well, what do you want to know?

I come here every day and I say "Hey, Ike,"

and you say "Hey, John-Boy."

I say, "Ike, is there any mail?" and you say "Yes" or "No"

but I don't really know anything about you.

I don't know what you think, or what you feel about deeply.

Why don't you step into my office

and I'll give you the story of my life.

I wish I could, but the truth of the matter is that

I got a list of chores for my Daddy.

I just came in to see if Mama's Sears-Roebuck package arrived.

The package isn't here, but I tell you what

we got a letter here for your brother Ben.

-A letter for Ben? -Hmm-mm.

Hey, Grandpa.

-How are you, Grandpa? -Is school out already?

Yes, it's almost 4:00.

I didn't realize I'd been here that long.

-How've you been, Yancy? -Fine, John-Boy.

Your daddy been hunting lately?

He's been pretty busy around the mill.

It's my busy season, too.

I'll stop by, though, one of these Saturdays

and drag him away from that mill long enough

for us to go shoot a mess of quail.

You can do better than that, Yancy.

I never should have missed that shot.

I think he's got you.

That's the last chance you're gonna get.

John-Boy, here's this letter I told you about.

It's from Liberty magazine.

-Thank you. -Liberty?

You sending stories to them, John-Boy? That's big potatoes.

This is for my brother, Ben. He sells Liberty.

One day he'll be peddling an issue with one of your stories.

-That would be something? -Yes, siree.

Just watch my smoke.

25 cents, Yancy.

Mr. Walton, you're just too good for me.

I would play you another game

except I think it's time for us to get home to the womenfolks.

Yeah, I got to get going, too. Got some customers to go see.

Come on home, John-Boy.

Does a soul no good to loiter around a pool hall too long.

-See you later, Ike. -So long, Ike.

-Bye, Ike. -Bye now.

We'll be looking for you some Saturday.

I'll be there. We'll get them birds.

Maybe your mama will cook them with some of that fine gravy

and some of those fresh, thin, flaky biscuits.

Stop it! You're making me hungry, Yancy.

You want to drive?

No, I think I'll take the rumble seat this time.

Come on, put it right here.

-You on? -Thank you.

-Giddyup. -Yancy, we'll be seeing you.

We'll see.

-Giddyup. -Come on, let's go.

-We'll be looking for you. -Likewise.

Hey, Grandpa.

When Yancy's talking about his customers, what does he mean?

Yancy's work is highly secretive.

I've always respected his privacy,

and I advise you to do likewise.

-Hey, Daddy! -Glad you decided to come home.

-Be right there. -As soon as we park the car.

Oh, Daddy's mad.

The women will be, too.

I think I'll deal with them one at a time.

You will?

-Hi, Grandpa. -Afternoon, all.

Afternoon? It's gone.

Just like you've been all day.

I ran across some friends there and we got started talking.

Then how come you've got blue chalk on your hands?

Well, sometimes when you're talking, it helps to play pool.

-It's sort of relaxing. -Stop it! Now wash up.

Mama, your Sears package didn't come in yet.

-I'm sorry. -Thanks, John-Boy.

Go see if your father can use some help.

I will, just a second. I gotta give this to Ben first.

-You know where he is? -He's upstairs in his room.

Ben.

Ben, I've got something for you.

I guess I'll go give John a hand.

You should've thought about that at noon.

-Stop! -Ben, come on.

-What do you want, John-Boy? -I've got a letter for you.

-No kidding? -No kidding.

Well, are you gonna open it up or save it till Easter?

-Well? -It's just a letter.

-About your subscriptions, huh? -I got to go back up and study.

You sure took your time getting back from Ike's.

You know how it is down at the store. You get to talking.

I promised Charlie Potter these fence posts

before the day was out. The day's almost gone. Let's go.

Alright, we're going.

I'll go see where Charlie wants these stacked.

-I was ready to give up on you. -I told you I'd bring them.

Come on in while I get my coat.

Okay, John, come on through.

Are you scaring my chickens, John-Boy?

-Guess so. -Did you see anybody?

Last week somebody stole a whole bunch of my chickens.

If they come back and try it again

I'll fix their wagon once and for all.

Are you sure you didn't see anybody, John-Boy?

-I didn't, It's dark. I didn't-- -Okay.

If it happens again, I'll take care of them.

Okay, let's stack these timbers in the barn.

-Daddy? -Ah-huh?

If you see somebody break the law

and it's not a big crime, just a small one...

you're supposed to report that, aren't you?

That's what they say. Otherwise you're guilty, too.

Somehow it doesn't seem quite fair.

Did something happen back there at that chicken coop, son?

Something you want to talk about?

Not right now. I haven't really figured it out yet.

I bet you I can beat you home!

-John-Boy? -Yeah.

-Guess what G.W. told me today? -Who cares?

Just try and guess.

I couldn't care about anything that G.W. could tell you.

It was something romantic. What would you care, you old grump?

-You're as bad as Ben. -What's the matter with him?

He's not speaking to anybody, either.

-I'll see you at home. -No, you won't!

Hey, Jason, put these in my room, will you?

So I told this old gal, I said:

"Honey, you've had four husbands already

and they've all passed on.

"Well, I don't like the odds. So I'm gonna pass on right now."

-Hi, son. -How's the world treating you?

-Okay. -Stayin' for supper, Yancy?

Uh, no, Mr. Walton, not today.

I just dropped by to jaw for a while. Maybe tomorrow, though.

Daddy, is there any work you want done?

There's some hay in the barn that needs stacking, son.

Well, I'd better shuffle off to Buffalo.

Sorry you can't stay, Yancy. Come when you can.

I will, Mr. Walton. Wait a minute

I just remembered, I got a story to tell John-Boy.

Something he might write about. I'll see you two later.

Let's go wash up, Pa.

-See you later, Yancy. -Bye-bye.

I figured we got some talking to do, John-Boy.

I'm real sorry about last night.

Sorry for what you did, or sorry you got caught?

I came here because I wanted to explain to you.

You don't have to explain, I saw you steal something.

"Steal" is kind of a harsh word, isn't it?

I'd like you to know why I borrowed them chickens.

Well, sir, there's a lot of people in this county

who just can't seem to make ends meet.

And there are others, like old Charlie Potter

who got more than they need.

So, every once in a while, I borrow from them who has

and give to them who haven't.

Robin Hood, huh?

I admit I have heard about that old boy.

But the gospel truth is, I never took nothing for myself.

Only for them I knew to be needful.

Yancy...

When you do something on your own, that's your business.

But when I see you do it, that makes me part of it.

Why do you figure that?

I talked to somebody last night, without mentioning you.

He says that when a person sees somebody else committing a crime

if he doesn't say anything about it, then he's guilty too.

-The law's a peculiar thing. -I've been worrying about it.

I worried about it last night and this morning.

I worried about it on my way to school

and on my way home from school.

John-Boy, I respect your feelings.

I'll tell you what. You forget about last night

and I'll see to it you got nothing to feel guilty about.

How're you gonna manage to do that?

If old Yancy can sneak in there and take two chickens

he can sneak in there and put two back.

Yeah?

Well, that would be a fair deal.

-Morning, all. -Morning, Grandpa.

I must have overslept.

I tried to wake you, but you were snoring so loud

you didn't hear.

Esther, I have never snored in my life.

What I don't understand is how you can sleep

through all that noise.

-Morning, Grandpa. -Morning, Elizabeth.

-Morning, Grandpa. -Morning, Jim-Bob.

-Good morning, Grandpa. -Morning, Erin.

Children, would you say good morning to your grandpa

all at once so he can eat?

Good morning, Grandpa!

Good morning, Waltons all.

Alright, everyone, let's get to the chores.

Mary Ellen, help Grandma and me with the washing.

But Mama, it's Saturday!

Erin, you help with the ironing.

-Do I have to, Mama? -You do.

When you've cleaned up your rooms, get out behind the barn.

The weeds are getting over six feet tall out there.

-Do you need me right away? -Got something better to do?

I got to go to Ike's and pick up Mama's package.

There'll be plenty of work when you get back.

Who knows, Ben, there might be another mysterious

letter from Liberty for you.

I got to clean my room.

-Hey, Ike. -John-boy.

Have I got something for you. Come on over here.

I just got it all together.

I know you were waiting to see this.

What?

-Here. -What's that?

You wanted to know about me so I got all these

things together so you could study.

You didn't have to go to all that trouble.

Here.

-Is that you? -That's me, 1 year old.

My mother took that. She was way ahead of her time.

She wore a slave bracelet on her arm, had her hair bobbed.

She was from over near Scottsville, Virginia.

-She was a Brewster. -Really? I declare.

And look over here. Here's my high-school annual.

And here's my manual from my motorcycle that I got

and then, wait a second Where is this?

There's my honorable discharge

from the Army of the United States.

I have a whole bunch of stuff in here that you can use.

You can take it home and you can study it and....

What do you think you're gonna write about?

I hadn't planned to write anything.

I had, of course, intended to write something eventually.

I mean that someday, I certainly, of course....

I intend to write about you. I wanted to wait for a time

when I can to do justice to you in words.

You're a very fascinating person, Ike.

I do intend to write about you.

I see. Here, you take it, it's all there.

Thank you.

Ike. John-boy.

Good morning, Sheriff.

-How are you, Ep? -I'm tired.

Been up all night, tracking down some leads.

Yeah? What happened?

Charlie Potter. He got himself shot. Some chicken thief.

-Well, was he hurt bad? -No, just creased a leg.

You have any idea who shot him?

Yeah, from what Potter told me, I got a pretty good idea.

We'll see.

There you go, Lindbergh.

I'm not Lindbergh, I'm Wiley Post.

-You look like Lindbergh to me. -No, I'm not.

Jason, where's Daddy?

He's around the side, fixing the fence.

I gotta see him. Take care of Blue.

"Take care of Blue." Is that all you ever say?

Just do it, Jason.

Jim-Bob, get down from there!

Take this package to Mom.

-Why? -Because I said so. Get down.

Alright, you don't have to holler.

Take this up to my room, too, please.

Jason. Hey!

-I was only kidding. -Jason, let me down!

Jason! Jason!

Mama! Let me down!

-Alright, be quiet. -Come on, Jason.

-Daddy? -What is it, son?

Charlie Potter got shot in the leg by a chicken thief.

-Shot? -And I think I know who did it.

-Here, Mama. -Thank you, Jim-Bob.

Oh, that's pretty.

Aren't they beautiful colors?

I can make a dress for each of the girls.

So Yancy promised me he'd return those two chickens to Charlie.

And you think Charlie Potter surprised Yancy

and he shot him?

I don't know. I don't know what to think.

I think I should've told the sheriff about it at the store.

The first thing for us to do is to ask Yancy himself.

Do you think he's gonna tell us if he shot Charlie Potter?

He might tiptoe around the law once in a while

but he's not about to go shooting people.

You pull the truck around.

I'll tell your mama we'll be back in a bit.

Yancy.

Yancy.

Yancy.

-Gone. -What do you want to do now?

He visits all over the place. We'll just keep asking, I guess.

-Mama? -Ah-huh?

-I got to talk to you. -Go ahead.

Ben?

It's about this letter. I want you to read it.

Liberty magazine.

Ben, this is wonderful!

It says here you've won their poetry contest.

-It was for the carrier boys. -Well, it's still a great honor.

Five others won, too.

It says here your poem will be published in their next issue.

Ben, I'm so proud of you!

Aren't you pleased?

Ben, what's wrong?

I did something just awful.

Want to tell me about it?

When I first read about this contest

I didn't know what to write about

so I went through some of John-Boy's old poems.

Some he'd written when he was about my age.

And?

I sort of used one of John-Boy's poems.

He's going to be mad, Mama. He's going to hate me.

He's not going to hate you, no matter what you've done.

But I do think you ought to talk to him about it.

I haven't gotten up the nerve.

You're not going to feel right until you do.

But what will I say to him?

Why don't you just tell him the truth?

Okay, Mama.

Floyd, how you doing?

Slow, John, awful slow. If it wasn't for my garden.

and a little hunting and fishing now and then

my family would be mighty hungry.

I know what you mean.

You seen Yancy today, Floyd?

No. It's been....

Two or three days ago, he stopped by. Left four fat hens.

I took them over to Lennie Blankfort's family.

He's up in D.C. looking for work and his family's mighty hard up.

You don't happen to know where he is today, do you?

Hard to say, John.

-Yancy keeps on the move a lot. -That's for sure.

Alright, Floyd, thank you.

Mrs. Gormley.

Well, good morning, Mr. Walton and John-Boy.

-Have you seen Yancy Tucker? -Yancy Tucker?

Of course I've seen him. I see him all the time.

-I mean today. -No, not today.

But yesterday he left me off some eggs.

I didn't have a cent to pay him.

But he said there wasn't any call for it.

Thank you, ma'am.

-Bye-bye. -Bye now.

Half a tank of gas and half a dayis about all I can spare.

We covered a lot of territory,

I just can't figure where Yancy could be.

Maybe he lit out over to Buckingham County.

Could be.

We'll have us some lunch and get back to work.

So, I said to this old teacher

"Just 'cause I got all the answers wrong

"doesn't mean I don't like school.

It just means school don't like me!"

John, I'm glad you're back. Look who's here.

Hey, John. John-Boy.

Yancy.

Yancy's been telling us some tall tales.

Maybe a little too tall.

-Sit down and eat. -Not right now, Liv.

There's something I want to ask Yancy, out on the porch.

But he's in the middle of his meal.

It's important.

Sure, John.

Now don't you kids finish that pie before I get back.

Alright.

What's up, men?

We've been looking for you all morning.

You have? I got up at the crack of dawn and went hunting.

Didn't see nothing but one old squirrel and I missed him.

I quit and dropped by here for some of Livie's good cooking.

-Why were you looking for me? -It's about last night.

-What about last night? -We were wondering, Yancy, if...

Hey there, Ep. What you doing out so early in the day?

I thought you fellows slept all day and worked all night.

Well, it depends what you're working on, Yancy.

How about yourself? You've been working, have you?

-Nights? -Me?

I'm all tuckered out and tucked in every night come sundown.

Well, now that's a funny thing.

I got me a witness that swears he saw your car parked

up on the road by Charlie Potter's place last night.

Parking your car isn't exactly a crime. Is it, sheriff?

Nope. But shooting a man is.

Yes, sir, that's the law.

I'm going to have to arrest you, Yancy.

Oh, come on, Ep.

It's no joke, Yancy. Come on along now.

I'll send somebody for your car.

I guess you can tell the kids they can go ahead

and finish that pie after all.

Come in.

Son?

I was just talking to your Grandpa.

You know, if Yancy was just returning those chickens

it doesn't even figure he'd have a gun with him at all.

You're right.

You don't think he shot Charlie, do you?

I don't think so.

I'm wondering if Yancy's told the sheriff

why he had that car parked there last night.

You think I ought to tell the sheriff?

You might talk it over with Yancy first.

You'll come with me?

First thing in the morning, right after church.

Great. Thank you.

-Goodnight, son. -Goodnight.

Thanks, Grandpa.

Don't forget to change your clothes before you play.

Okay.

Look at you come to life.

When are you going to stop sleeping at the service?

Whenever the preacher gets himself a new sermon.

John-boy.

-What do you want, Ben? -I want to talk to you.

Let's go.

-When you get back, okay? -Sure.

Good morning, Ep.

-If it isn't the Walton gang. -We've come to see Yancy.

I don't know why you should be any different

from anybody else in the county.

-What does that mean? -Take a look.

Right through that door.

Mrs. Blankfort, that's the most delicious piece of fried chicken

I've sunk a tooth into in a right long time.

I remembered you liked it crisp. Fixed it special.

She showed up, She said, "Floyd, you take me to see Yancy."

And I certainly appreciate it.

Well, look who's in jail!

-Hey, Yancy. -How are you doing?

John, John-Boy, how about some cake?

-Not right now. -Thank you very much.

Well, pie! John-Boy, you love pie.

I do, but not now.

-I've even got some-- -Big breakfast.

Well, how about some of Mrs. Blankfort's fried chicken?

Come on and have some.

Don't mind if I do.

Thank y'all, that's fine.

You're not gonna go hungry for a spell, are you?

I could get life and not go hungry, thanks to good friends.

We got to be moving along, Yancy.

What are you leaving for, Floyd?

The party's just getting in high gear.

Mrs. Blankfort has to get home to her kids

and I got my work waiting.

In that case, I'll let you go.

Let us know if you need anything, Yancy.

-Thank you. -Keep up the faith, Yancy.

Yeah.

It sure is delicious.

-Bye, now. -Have a happy Sunday.

-Y'all come back! -Alright.

-Good day, Sheriff. -Bye, Sheriff.

Have a happy Sunday.

Bye, y'all.

I suppose I ought to get along, too.

Got the lunch shift back at the place.

Miss Jane works at the Nip and Tuck Cafe over at Route 29.

She's the one who brought me the soup.

The soup du jour of tomorrow is going to be black-eyed pea.

If you'd like, I'll bring you a jar.

You just bring your own sweet self.

Oh, Yancy.

-Bye, everybody. -Bye.

We'll be seeing you.

Life would be a lonesome road without good friends.

The reason we came by is 'cause I thought

I might be able to help you.

What do you mean, help?

Well, I told my daddy everything.

And if it's alright with you, we'll back you up.

Back me up?

You did take those chickens over to Potter's, didn't you?

Yeah, but I didn't tell the sheriff that.

I don't wanna get John-Boy involved.

-Yancy, I'm already involved. -Not anymore, you're not.

I promised you I'd take those chickens back, and I did.

You're off the hook.

What about Charlie Potter getting shot?

What about him? I didn't do it.

Then there's no point in my not telling the sheriff

the rest of it.

Wrong. There's every point.

Don't you understand? There's no evidence I shot Charlie.

And it'll be proved sooner or later.

We could get you out of here right now.

No use you hanging around here, Yancy.

I've been in worse places than this. I got a nice warm bunk.

I've got good food, plenty of friends dropping by.

Not a bad place to spend the depression, come to think of it.

Yancy, you're crazy.

No, not so. Not so, John.

Much as I like it here, I like my own place better.

Look, the sheriff can't keep me more than a couple of days.

But if you tell them the whole story...

he's got the goods on me for chicken thieving.

He could lock me up and throw away the key for that.

What would you like us to do?

Let nature take her course.

Everything will work out for the best. It always does.

(man on radio) I didn't see the man you described until this morning...

and it was Wolf Corby, alright.

You tell sheriff?

-No, there's something strange. -What's that?

I know the sheriff's reputation.

Everywhere he's said to be one of the most honest sheriffs...

Texas ever had, right?

But today he not only refused....

Come on, listen, John-Boy. It's scary.

I'll be down in a minute.

I got to get these good clothes off first.

While I was in town, I learned some things.

Sheriff has been trying to raise money...

to care for his wife, who was seriously ill.

That look bad.

This morning, after the sheriff had tried to arrest me....

-Who is it? -Ben.

Come in.

-Can I talk to you now? -Yeah, sure.

You know that letter I got from Liberty magazine?

Yeah.

It said I won a poetry contest.

It said they'll publish it in their next issue.

What do you mean you won a poetry contest?

It was a poetry contest, and I won it.

They're going to publish my poem.

Congratulations.

Really, congratulations.

You don't look very happy about it.

If I'd won a poetry contest, I'd be out-of-my-mind crazy.

That's really something.

How about that? I've been writing all my life...

and my younger brother gets published first.

It's about time somebody in the family got published.

I stole your poem.

Here I am burning the midnight oil, scribbling poems...

and keeping a journal like writers are supposed to do...

and my brother knocks off a poem and it's published.

I didn't knock it off. I said I stole it.

What do you mean, you stole it?

I didn't know what to write about

and then I found one of your old poems.

They took this? I wrote this years ago.

You mean, they're going to publish this thing?

Not exactly.

See for yourself. Here's the one that I wrote.

Ben, this is really good.

But don't you see? I took it from you.

I don't know what you mean.

This is about winter and mine's about springtime...

and the words are completely different

and none of the rhymes are the same.

It's the idea.

I never would have thought of the idea without yours.

You took an idea from me and you think that's stealing my poem?

-Well, isn't it? -Of course not.

Ben, hundreds of writers can take ideas from other writers...

or from something they heard or read.

Isn't that stealing?

Look, any number of writers can use the same basic idea...

for a story or poem, it's how they develop it.

It's what they give to it of themselves

that makes it original and unique.

All my poem did was inspire you to write a better one.

You really think it's good?

Yeah, I do.

And you're not mad?

Mad? I'm kind of proud of you.

All this time. The last few days you've been moping around...

-I thought you were sick. -I was sick.

Sick to my stomach. I thought for sure you'd be mad.

You just should have come and talked to me.

I guess I should have.

You know, John-Boy, it's just like what Mama said:

When you're honest, you can just about clear up anything.

She's right.

Maybe she is right about that.

John-Boy Walton, nice to see you.

Is Mr. Potter in? I'd like to speak to him for a few minutes.

-Of course, come on in. -Thank you very much, ma'am.

Charlie, you look who's here. It's that boy of John Walton's.

Hello, John-Boy.

-Mr. Potter. -You see what's been done to me?

-Try not to get yourself shot. -Well, I'll try not to.

Would you all excuse me

I'd better get back to my apple butter.

Come on, sit down.

Thank you.

Well, John-Boy, what's on your mind?

Mr. Potter, there's something that I know.

And maybe there is something that you know.

And perhaps, if we could put the two things together...

we could get some truth out of this whole mess.

I don't know what you're getting at, John-Boy, but carry on.

The night my daddy and I brought you that wood...

I saw Yancy Tucker steal two of your chickens.

You saw that chicken thief in the act?

Yes, sir, I did.

-How come you didn't tell me? -I don't know. I should have.

Why are you telling me this now?

Because I know why Yancy was here

the other night when you got shot.

So do I.

He came back after two more chickens.

No, sir. He came back to return the two chickens.

Is Yancy Tucker robbing me or is he just using me to practice on?

Yancy and I talked about it.

He promised to bring the chickens back...

to get me off the hook

'cause he didn't want me involved in this.

-That's very decent of him. -Well, I thought it was.

What I don't understand is why Yancy would bring a gun along...

if all he wanted to do was return chickens to you?

In case he got caught red-handed in my chicken coop!

That's just not in character for Yancy.

Just because Yancy told you some cock-and-bull story.

Ain't none of his stories can account for my chickens...

getting stolen and my leg getting shot.

He's not someone that would shoot you if you'd consider--

There's only thing I'm considering:

My chickens got stole and my leg got shot...

and there's no way to prove Yancy didn't do it.

Are you saying that there's a possibility

that it wasn't Yancy?

I'm not saying....

I've got my own grief.

I can't do my chores.

My work is piling up.

My wife's too frail to take over for me.

Is anybody worrying about me? No, sir!

Just worrying about poor old Yancy. The chicken thief!

Mr. Potter, I've got the afternoon free.

I'd be happy to do your chores for you.

Well, now.

Well, that's very generous of you, John-Boy.

I'm sorry I've been loud at you.

I know you're just being neighborly.

But if you could help me out today, I'll pay you for it.

There's no need for that. I'd be happy to help you.

You just finish reading the paper here...

and I'll ask Mrs. Potter what needs to be done.

Come on, fellows. Come on.

Hey, Mr. Kilgore!

How are you doing, John-Boy? I found these up the road.

I figured they belonged here.

Good girl.

Got some fresh milk there.

-And the horses? -Yes, sir, I fed them.

-You're a fast worker, John-Boy. -I fed the chickens too.

Nice flock you got there. I counted 38 of them.

Alright, I've seen them coming all afternoon.

I ain't had but 30 chickens all my life.

Why did they fetch 'em?

Maybe they figured Yancy took some of your property...

and you'd be more forgiving if they gave some back.

Get that.

And if it's someone with a chicken, tell 'em we're full up!

-Daddy! -What are you doing here?

-How's it going, Charlie? -How does it look like?

Yeah. I'm sorry to hear about your trouble.

It could have been worse.

He could have got me through the old ticker.

That's a fact, Charlie.

You're lucky. It was a .22 that got you instead of a shotgun.

A shotgun could've blown off your whole leg.

How do you know it was a .22?

I ran into Dr. Vance. He told me.

You and me, Charlie...

we've done a lot of hunting in our time, haven't we?

We've done a lot of tracking. That's a fact.

Most folks, I recall, favor a shotgun when they go hunting.

You always liked the .22, didn't you, Charlie?

As a matter of fact, Charlie...

this here is your favorite rifle, isn't this .22?

That's right.

It's a funny thing.

Now, Yancy, all he owns is a 30-30.

Charlie...

I know you to be a proud man.

But I also think I know what might've happened.

All them people coming today in Yancy's behalf.

Makes me kind of feel like I was a criminal.

Fact is, he was here that night, John.

And I thought he was stealing my chickens.

I know he was here, Charlie.

I think John-Boy told you why he was here.

He did.

Why don't you tell us what really happened, Charlie?

I heard a commotion in my chicken coop.

I grabbed my gun and run out.

I saw someone heading into the woods, so I took off after him.

And I heard a car starting up, moving off...

I was still running full speed...

then I tripped.

-You tripped? -Yeah.

My wife called the doctor and the sheriff.

I was too embarrassed to say I'd shot myself.

So I just let them think whatever they wanted to think.

I figured Yancy would wiggle out of it, the way he always does.

Are you going to tell the sheriff the truth, Charlie?

Yeah. But that don't excuse Yancy's other goings-on.

Yancy's not an evil man. He just occasionally--

Steals chickens!

You Waltons have a way of overlooking them little things.

He did bring back the chickens, like he said he would.

I don't wanna hear no more...

about what a fine, upstanding man Yancy Tucker is.

Listening to you, I'll end up thinking

he's some kind of a saint.

-He's not a saint, Charlie. -No, he's just a good old--

Likeable...

chicken thief!

Ben! The Liberty came in, everybody. It's here.

-Hey, Ben. -Come on, Elizabeth.

The Liberty came in. It's here.

Mama! Daddy!

-Let me see it. -It's right here.

The Liberty is here. It's on Page 16.

Where is it?

Here it is!

"A Winter Mountain, by Benjamin Walton."

-Benjamin? -It looks swell, Ben.

-Doesn't it? Here, look. -Let me see.

-Well, isn't that something? -It certainly is.

We'd be pleased if you'd read this to us.

-No. -Come on, Ben.

-Come on. -He's bashful.

I don't mind if you read it, John-Boy.

-No. -Come on.

"A Winter Mountain, by Benjamin Walton.

"Our mountain in winter is something to see

"At times it is just like a person to me

"A giant in white, all covered with snow

"It changes each day as the heavy winds blow

"And when I'm alone, and I go for a walk

"It's almost as if that old mountain can talk

"It seems to say, 'Welcome, my wintry friend

"'I was here in the beginning I'll be here at the end.'"

Congratulations!

Outside our mountain, the world was in deep depression...

but we were sheltered by a common bond.

The accomplishment of one was the accomplishment of all.

We shared our glories, our defeats...

our hopes, our aspirations...

but mostly our love.

-Ben? -Yes, Elizabeth?

Could you write a poem about me?

-Me too. -Me, three!

-Me, four! -Anybody else?

Why don't you just put everybody in, Ben?

Will they print it in Liberty magazine?

They'd better not. It's my turn now!

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