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NARRATOR: Gunsmoke.

With Milburn Stone as Doc.

Amanda Blake as Kitty.

Ken Curtis as Festus.

Buck Taylor as Newly.

And starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Whoa.

Isn't that the finest carriage ever?

He's coming home today, you know?

From Harvard University.

Steven.

Mr Rogers' son.

No, I didn't know that, Mama.

Come along.

Good morning, Mrs. Shepherd.

Good morning, Mrs. O'Roarke.

I sure do appreciate you opening early for me.

I have 100 things on my mind.

Anna May.

Good morning.

Morning, Newly.

I thought I was an early bird.

Well, I'm still half asleep.

Say, tell me something-- has anybody asked

you to the barn dance tonight?

Didn't even know they were having one.

My luck's holding.

Well, I'll have to ask Mama first.

Say, you know, you sure are hard to get a hold of lately.

Well, Mama keeps me pretty busy.

Let me know later.

Everybody in town's gonna be there.

Good morning, Mr. O'Brien.

Now, we mustn't keep Mrs. O'Roarke waiting.

Let him know what?

Well, there's a barn dance tonight, Mama,

and Newly wanted to know if I'd go with him.

You'll be much too busy tonight.

Now, Mildred has been saving this one for you,

and I think it'll be most becoming.

It's the newest thing from St. Louis, Anna May.

I hear everybody's going to the dance tonight.

Mr. Rogers is sponsoring it to raise money

for the school fund, you know? -Oh, really?

Mr. Rogers himself?

The stage is coming in, folks.

Uh, Maybe in a nice, complimentary color.

I'll show you what I have.

It's over here.

Welcome home, son.

You're looking good.

Thank you very much, Father.

The ranch has sure changed since you've left, Steven.

I don't think you'll even recognize it.

Well, Dodge City certainly hasn't changed much.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Shepherd, but I don't think I've

got any that's really suitable.

Well, never mind.

Just, uh, wrap up the dress, and we'll be back for it.

Come along, dear.

I want to catch Mr. Burke at the freight office.

Mama, about the barn dance-- I don't know what I have to do

that's so important I can't go.

Oh, well of course you can go.

I can?

Yes.

You just tell Mr. O'Brien that we would be

most pleased to have an escort.

Us, Mama?

Mr. Rogers?

What a pleasurable surprise.

Steven, I thought you were away at the university?

Well yes, ma'am.

I graduated.

Oh, Mr. Rogers, you must be so proud.

I am. Mrs., uh--

Shepherd.

Joan Shepherd.

And this is my daughter, Anna May.

Anna May, you've certainly met Steven?

Hello.

I'm your neighbor, Mr. Rogers, in that little farm

just across the creek that just doc uses.

Oh, Of course.

I-- I have a very bad memory for names, Mrs. Shepherd.

Mr. Rogers, I do feel positively guilty,

never paying you a call.

Oh, no, no, it's my obligation, Mrs. Shepherd.

Well, here I am just prattling on, taking

up the time of a busy man.

Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you

and your daughter, Mrs. Shepherd.

Mine also, Mrs. Shepherd, and Miss Shepherd.

Oh, well, we have to hurry along, too.

There's just so many things to do.

Anna May has a-- a fitting, and I

have some business at the bank.

Well, Steven, you've done yourself proud.

Real proud.

Thank you, Mrs. Shepherd.

She's very attractive, Father.

Howard?

Mama, that was embarrassing

There's nothing embarrassing about saying

hello to neighbors.

Neighbors?

Mama, Mr. Rogers' ranch covers over 100 square miles.

With his house on the hill right behind us.

Did you see the way that boy of his looked at you?

I wasn't particularly looking at him.

Well, it's time that you should.

He's the richest man in the state, that father of his.

It's time that you should.

Oh, my, the pleasure, watching real genteel people.

And that boy-- oh, that boy, Anna May-- he's got a future.

You can most surely believe that.

You said you were surprised to see him,

when you knew all the while that Mr. Rogers' son was coming in.

That's just a polite way of greeting.

But Mama--

Your dress should be ready by now.

Whoa.

That pest is here again.

Good morning, Orlo.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning, Orlo.

What brings you over?

Oh, just more spring potatoes than I can use, Miss Shepherd.

Put 'em in the shed for you.

Down you go, Anna May.

Oh, Orlo, would you mind tending the back board

before you leave?

Yes, Miss Shepherd.

You sure do look pretty today, Anna May.

Well, thank you, Orlo.

You know, Mama, he always brings you things and does us favors.

How can you call him a pest?

I don't mind him doing us favors.

Doesn't change a pest.

Chester, aren't you late for work?

Mr. Bodkin knows I'm coming in late.

Oh, uh, Anna May, you'd better go upstairs and change,

and see how far that cow has wandered.

Here, let me prepare breakfast.

You just, uh, set a plate.

Is it a good practice, leaving Mr. Bodkin short handed

at the bank?

I'll be making it up tonight.

I'm helping him with the books.

Mr. Rogers' son, Steven, came in this morning.

I guess he'll be helping out his father,

now that he's finished with his schooling.

You know, they're going to be at the barn dance tonight.

Well, they should be.

Mr. Rogers is sponsoring it.

Are you, uh-- are you going to come?

Don't think so, Mama.

Well, you should consider the amount of business

that Mr. Rogers has done at the bank.

It doesn't hurt meeting a man like that

in a-- a social light.

I'll see, Mama.

Well, I tried to wait up for you last night,

but I finally fell asleep.

I got in late.

Went into town.

I thought that you might be at the Long Branch,

but somebody said that you went into Garden City.

Mama, you shouldn't spy on me.

A mother takes an interest in her son, and that is spying.

I mean, uh, I'm old enough not to worry about.

The time that a mother stops worrying about her children

is when she's in her grave.

Well, did you see her?

Talk to her?

Mama, isn't that my business?

No other reason to go into Garden City,

except to talk to that trollop.

It's the proper word.

Mama, why even say it?

You did see her.

Yes.

And talk to her.

She wouldn't talk to me.

Then it's over.

Mama, it was over six years ago.

And I was right six years ago.

You were too good for her.

She was nothing but an empty headed--

Mama, stop.

Well, she never had an ounce of sense in her head.

I don't want to talk about it.

It clears the air, talking about it.

You can just imagine where she's been for the past six years,

winding up in Garden City and opening up a saloon.

You were barely 20 years old.

Do you resent my advice?

Our talks?

No, Mama.

It's just that she ended up nothing but a--

Don't say that word again!

What word describes her?

I'll accept yours.

I surely will.

It's in the past, Mama.

Let's just forget it.

It's a shame.

A mother has to be so candid with her children.

The one to point out all of the pitfalls in life

just brings resentment.

I don't resent you, Mama.

Oh, Chester.

Take the Sutter girl to the dance.

Mary Sutter?

Well, she's a widow, but she's still very young,

and you know that she's had her eyes on you for two years.

Not to mention all that river property

that her poor dead husband bought.

I bought it for a song.

We have nothing in common.

What is wrong with this family?

Anna May could have the pick of anybody in Dodge,

and there she is, just mooning over a shopkeep.

Anna May could do worse, Mama.

Newly O'Brien's a very decent man.

Why does it have to be worse?

Why not better?

You almost destroyed your own life

marrying a hussy who did nothing but laugh

at silly, silly things.

Six years ago, Mama.

It was the last time I laughed, too.

Were you and Chester fighting?

Sometimes I wish your father were alive.

A man is listened to, and woman is-- bite your lips.

They're pale.

Mama, I'm just going out to look for a cow.

You can never tell when some young man might come riding

by, like that Rogers boy.

Bite your lips.

Such little things that we don't do come back to haunt us.

Such little things.

Bow to your partner.

Shuffle out to the couple on the right,

with the right hand cross, shake 'em out.

The left hand back, so now [inaudible].

Hm?

What are you trying to do, fatten me up, now?

No thanks.

Why aren't you out there making some lady happy?

Well, Evelyn, two good reasons.

Two left feet.

Left to the old left hand, and meet your honey

with the right and left hand.

And meet your honey, and pat her on the head,

and a show like this [inaudible] cornbread.

Bow to your [inaudible] way.

Swing well that pretty little gal.

[singing continues]

Mr. O'Brien, do you have any idea what time the mail stage

will be coming through tonight?

Well, it's generally on time, Mrs. Shepherd.

8:00.

As a matter of fact, five minutes or so from now.

I sure do hate to ask you this favor,

but I'm expecting a most important letter from the east.

Would you mind just to go down there and check on it for me?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll go on down there.

Thank you.

Move your arms, everybody swing.

Swing well that pretty little gal.

Swing that pretty gal round and round,

and make that big foot on the ground.

Would you like some punch, dear?

-I'm all right, Mama. -Bite your lips.

[singing continues]

My goodness, look there.

I bet that's Harriet's recipe.

You must remind me to ask her.

Oh, my.

Did I interrupt you?

I am sorry.

Certainly not, Mrs. Shepherd.

Don't tell me that you men are too busy to taste this punch?

Anna May, will you help me pour the glasses?

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Oh, my.

I declare, it's just like men, talking business instead of

just enjoying themselves.

My husband, rest him, he was the same way.

On our plantation in Virginia, he could

never relax on the veranda.

The parties that we'd give.

Steven, I declare, I'm shocked that you're

just standing there with all these pretty girls

absolutely dying to dance.

And Anna May, you just standing here.

Mama.

And I'll bet you learned a lot of fancy steps up east.

Now, don't tell me that you didn't.

May I, Miss Shepherd?

I can't get over the way that boy has just sprouted up.

He's so handsome, Mr. Rogers.

Do you know, I have been wanting to compliment you

on those fine horses that you raised.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Shepherd.

It, uh, may seem self-indulgent.

Oh, I don't see it as a self-indulgence.

No, not at all.

A man in your position built up a dozen cattle ranches-- well,

I think you deserve a little side pleasure.

Mr. Rogers, do you know that I have heard that you've started

sheep raising up in Montana?

Well, yes, I-- I've been experiment.

Mm-hm.

I truly would value your opinion on whether or not

it's worthwhile to raise sheep.

I truly would.

Hi, Doc.

Newly.

Don't tell me you're without a girl?

No, I came with Anna May.

Oh, you did, now?

You know, Doc, there's something I can't

figure out about her mother.

Newly.

Uh, you know Steven.

Sure, I know him.

Newly.

Yes, well, we must talk again sometime,

Mrs. Shepherd, but, uh, Steven and I do have this engagement.

Are you ready, son?

Goodnight.

The prettiest girl here, Father.

All right, you big footed scutters.

Get a hold of your favorite shemale,

for we're fixing to go again.

Let her rip, Frank!

[music playing]

Bow to your partners.

Bow to your [inaudible].

Wave how do ya, ma in law.

[music playing]

Whoa.

Oh, you don't have to get down, Mr. O'Brien.

It's late, and I know that you're anxious to get home.

Anna May?

We do appreciate your escorting us to the dance.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Newly.

I had a wonderful time.

So did I, Anna May.

Mrs. Shepherd.

That letter you expected never came in.

Oh, it's not something that I'll

lose sleep over, Mr. O'Brien.

Evening, ladies.

Hyah!

Mama.

Anna May.

You could have been a little more friendly

back there with young Rogers.

Did you see the way that he looked at you?

Oh, my, I can tell you that young man's mighty interested.

It was absolutely embarrassing, the way you talked about us

having parties on a plantation.

Mama, Papa never did anything but sharecrop in Virginia.

Well, that was a small departure from the truth.

Daughter, I'm going to tell you something--

it is the small things in life that say what a body is.

How he or she will be in the world.

But us owning a plantation house in Virginia?

We almost did.

It's just the little things that we do.

Or don't do.

I was younger than you, but just as pretty.

And he was like Mr. Rogers as a young man.

Oh, he was so handsome.

His father owned the plantation, and I used

to watch from the farmhouse.

He rode a yellow horse.

A big yellow horse.

Oh, he was a wonderful sight.

He became governor, and we almost married.

You almost married the governor of Virginia, Ma?

They gave a party, and I dressed up just as pretty as I

could, and just appeared there.

Just appeared, without an invitation.

I was 16, and it was my first party, on the biggest

plantation in Virginia.

Oh, Mama, that must have been so thrilling.

I was the prettiest girl there.

I just knew it.

And then he saw me, and I waited, and he came over,

and he asked me my name, and told me how pretty I was.

And if he could see me again.

What did you say, Mama?

Somebody called out to him.

My mouth had just opened to say yes,

and suddenly he was turning away.

He had to leave, and I waited.

He never came back that day.

But didn't he ask you again?

Such small things.

Called away before I could say yes.

And every Sunday he'd be hunting foxes,

riding his big, yellow horse across the fields.

And I'd watch.

And wait.

Such small things.

We have to be so careful of the small things.

We have to plan, and be careful.

But Mama, everything worked out all right for you.

I mean, marrying Papa.

It was the one barn dance having all the important people

in Dodge City.

I was busy, Mama.

You look like you've been drinking.

Well, that's being busy, Mama.

Don't be sarcastic with me.

Even Mr. Bodkin was there, talking

to all the influential people.

You could have done a lot of good for yourself,

giving your opinions, and--

I don't want to do myself any good, Mama.

I'm a bank clerk.

That's all I'll ever be.

And it's thanks to me that you got that job.

Mama, just forget about me.

Please?

Just forget.

And forget about Anna May, too.

Give her a chance.

That's all she needs, Mama, a chance.

Just a chance.

Good morning, Mr. Rogers.

Mrs. Shepherd.

It occurred to my son and me on our way home

that we've never had a neighborly visit.

Would you and your, uh, family care

to join us for luncheon today?

Oh, well, that would be just fine.

Say about 12:00, I'll send the carriage for you.

Why, thank you. We'd be delighted.

Chester!

Oh, we've been invited to the house-- dear Mr. Rogers' house.

I'll be busy at the bank, Mama.

My.

Oh, my, this takes me back.

Sunday prancing, we used to call it,

with all the gentlemen showing their horses,

trying to outdo one another.

And their ladies looking up.

Well, I'm afraid this is a little more serious,

Mrs. Shepherd.

Our farms in New Orleans fare well or poor depending

on our showings in the north.

One blue ribbon is worth 200 carriage

horses shipped to market.

New Orleans?

You have a horse farm in New Orleans?

We have two, as a matter of fact.

I think Steven will be dividing his time between here

and New Orleans, getting acquainted with the trade

circles down there.

Dividing.

Oh, Anna May, did you hear that?

Steven's going down to New Orleans.

Yes, Mama.

Miss Shepherd, may I show you some of our foals?

Oh, that would be lovely, Steven.

Anna May, you may go along with Steven.

Well, we can't be too late.

Why, we have the whole afternoon.

Mama, Newly's calling for me this afternoon.

Something wrong, Mrs. Shepherd?

Oh, it's just that silly girl.

She has her mind on farming chores.

Well, I like that.

Farmwork is never done, as they say.

When the children early on see their obligation, I like that.

Steven has that trait.

Shoulder to the plow.

Pleasure is always secondary.

Oh, he's a fine boy, Steven.

A fine boy.

Mrs. Shepherd, I guess you've noticed that Steven is more

than fond of your daughter.

I fancy right now he's indicating that his interest

will continue.

I, uh-- well, I hope that meets with your approval?

They do make a handsome couple, I must say.

Oh, I am very partial to Steven, Mr. Rogers.

I truly am.

Well, good.

Good.

Steven doesn't enter into relationships lightly.

It's a yellow horse.

Palomino.

I remember a yellow horse.

It was so long ago.

So long ago.

Mama, I don't like him.

Like has nothing to do with marrying well.

Now, you mind some common sense.

You could be Mrs. Steven Rogers before the summer's out.

Now, go on over to Abby Brewster's and get me those pie

dishes that you promised me.

Newly's going to be here any minute.

Well, he'll just have to wait, won't he?

-But Mama! -Will you hurry on?

Good afternoon, Anna May.

Orlo.

[knocking]

Yes?

Ah, Orlo.

Mrs. Shepherd.

Brought you a little something, Mrs. Shepherd.

Two hams. Got more than I need.

Why thank you, Orlo. That's very nice.

Been meaning to ask you something, Mrs. Shepherd.

Something serious.

Well, Orlo, you know that I'm always happy to give

you any advice that I can.

Well, I got my farm almost paid off now.

Yeah, I know.

And you-- you deserve a lot of credit

for coming along with that place the way that you have.

I mean, Miss Shepherd-- well, a man thinks

of taking himself a wife.

But not much time to spend on the courtin'.

Oh, well, I wouldn't worry about courting, Orlo.

A woman looks to a man for hard work and a future.

Yes, important things.

And I always figure it's, uh, my place to ask the mother first.

Well, it's a relief to find a few old fashioned

ideas still around.

I kept thinking about my land being next to yours.

You are so practical.

Maybe appearances are deceiving, like you say.

And Anna May's of a practical side, too.

Our land's joined up real nice.

All we'd have to do is take down the one fence.

The lands joined up?

I say something funny, Mrs. Shepherd?

Did I-- I put it in a funny way, Mrs. Shepherd?

No.

No, it, uh-- it doesn't matter, Orlo.

Of course, you have my-- my permission

to speak to Anna May.

Mrs. Shepherd-- I mean, anything you say to Anna May

sure could help.

Yes, ma'am.

You know, Orlo, I really can't get over the way

that he insists on bothering Anna May.

I just don't understand it.

Newly's bothering Anna May?

Oh, well she tries to be polite,

but he takes advantage, knowing that there's

no man in this house that can be firm with him.

I sure can get firm with him.

Oh, Orlo, I don't want you to get in trouble for my sake.

It's just that-- well, a woman without a man suffers,

and that's the way that it is.

Don't mind any trouble, long as it's right and proper.

[knocking]

Mrs. Shepherd.

Anna May's expecting me to take her for a ride this afternoon.

Well, she's not here, and she won't be back for a while.

I see.

Would you mind if I waited?

Well, I guess not, if you want to.

He's waiting, after being told plain?

Mr. O'Brien is not easily discouraged.

What do you say, Orlo?

Got all your crops in yet?

Never mind my crops.

Don't your ears hear too good?

What's that?

You stay away from Anna May, you hear?

I see you bothering her again, I'm gonna tromp all over you.

Well, I don't think that's any of your business, Orlo,

and I don't have to be bothered.

Get in that surry and get.

Orlo?

Orlo?

My legs-- I can't feel nothing.

Don't-- don't move.

Don't move an inch.

What happened?

Newly?

You hit your head on the wagon.

Just lie still.

Funny.

I can't remember anything.

You don't remember arguing with me?

What about?

Well, that's not important now.

Look, I'm getting Doc Adams.

I don't want anybody to move you.

Mrs. Shepherd, you stay here with him.

I'll be right back, as quick as I can.

Hyah!

You don't remember the fight, Orlo?

Who was fighting?

You were trying to protect yourself.

Newly O'Brien threw you against the wagon.

He did that?

I-- I feel-- I feel-- funny.

I saw it all from here.

But you couldn't hear anything they were saying?

Just when Mr. O'Brien raised his voice.

I could sure hear that.

He was angry.

It's not a pleasant task, being a witness against Mr. O'Brien.

Marshal, he is an impulsive young man,

but he's quite likable.

Well, he claims he didn't strike any blows at all.

He said he was just trying to defend himself.

Well, you heard what Orlo said when

you came in with Doc Adams.

He was set on by Mr. O'Brien without an ounce of cause.

Well, Dr. Adams feels that Orlo's not going to remember

a thing about what happened.

As a matter of fact, he's in a coma now.

That's why what you heard and saw is extremely important.

My upbringing taught me never to call anyone a liar, marshal.

You're saying Newly lied?

Well, he has a right to his story,

but it is a terrible thing to see one

man deliberately smash another.

Mrs. Shepherd, Judge Brooker's going to have

a hearing this afternoon.

Well, of course I'll be there.

I thought that you'd have run out of excuses

to Mr. Bodkin for being late.

I won't need anymore excuses, Mama.

I'm quitting the bank.

After six years, how can you do that?

I'm tired, Mama.

Oh, well, if that's all it is, I'm sure that Mr. Bodkin

can give you some time off.

Mama, if I told you something, would you listen?

I mean, really listen.

I always listen to my children.

It's a shame that they can't say the same for their mother.

Did you ever have a dream so real that you wake up

believing it really happened?

Everybody has dreams like that.

You know what I mean.

I mean, a dream is something you can't help.

And the way you feel when you wake up

is something you can't help, either.

I just don't know what that has to do with anything.

Well, just listen.

Last night I had a dream, and when I woke up,

I believed it really happened.

I could see the fields.

How green they looked.

And the oak tree by my window?

The way the breeze stirred it.

Like that tree was alive.

I guess I never thought of that tree as being alive before.

Mama, the way I felt, like I was that tree.

Alive for the first time.

Mama, I-- I felt so different.

As if I were seeing the whole world for the first time.

As though I had been suddenly born again.

I felt this new thing-- free.

As if there was nothing I couldn't do, from this day on.

We all have pleasant dreams.

Mama, I dreamed you were dead.

Mama, I love you.

We-- Anna May and I-- we both love you.

You love me, wishing I was dead?

Mama, we can't help our dreams.

Am I some kind of a monster-- wishing nothing

but the best for my children.

Mama, if you'd only understand.

There's more to living than just driving fancy carriages,

and living in the big house on the hill.

Mama, can't you see what you've done to me?

What you're doing to Anna May?

What I've done to you?

You have wasted your entire life.

What was it for?

Was it to spite me?

Is that what it was?

To spite me?

No, Mama.

Please-- maybe you loved us too much.

Maybe we love you too much.

Don't you dare talk to me about love

and wish me dead in the same breath.

No, sir, we'd never exchanged as much as a word between us.

I mean, a bad word.

Any time we ever met, it was nothing more than a hello.

Then you think that the argument

started because of his jealousy over Mrs. Shepherd's daughter?

That seemed to be it, your honor.

I guess Orlo happened to be sweet on Anna May.

Do you want to add anything further, Mr. O'Brien?

No, sir.

I pushed Orlo away from me, and he fell.

From the window, it must have looked

different to Mrs. Shepherd.

You may return to your seat.

Your honor.

I'd like to remind everybody this

is a hearing, and not a trial.

The hearing is to determine the cause of Orlo Baker's injuries.

Dr. Adams, what is the condition of your patient this morning?

Well, he's still in a coma, judge.

My [inaudible] watching after him.

Marshal, do you have anything further

to add to your deposition?

No, your honor.

Orlo said very little to Doc and I when we brought him in.

Just the few words I told to you.

He said he was attacked, and he was trying to defend himself.

Mrs. Shepherd, would you take the stand, please?

Orlo was simply a neighbor.

He-- he never took any interest in Anna May that I know of.

And you have no idea what that quarrel was about between Newly

O'Brien and Orlo Baker?

Well, it certainly wasn't over my daughter.

I mean, what right could they have in arguing over her?

Orlo is a bone poor dirt farmer, and O'Brien was a shop keeper.

Mrs. Shepherd, the importance of your testimony

here may be incalculable.

Orlo was with you in the farmhouse

when Mr. O'Brien arrived.

Now, wasn't anything said then by Orlo

to give some clue to his attitude towards Mr. O'Brien?

Nothing but friendliness, as far as I could see.

Oh, yes, there was one thing.

Continue.

Well, it was just a word in passing,

just before I opened the door for Mr. O'Brien.

It was-- I can't be positive.

I think Orlo was afraid of Mr. O'Brien.

Afraid? In what way?

Orlo said something about Mr. O'Brien not liking him,

and that Orlo avoided him whenever possible.

It was something like that.

Orlo avoided O'Brien?

But you just heard Mr. O'Brien testify that Orlo approached

him and started an argument.

Yes, I heard that.

You saw otherwise?

As I told the marshal, I'm not going to call anybody a liar.

But it is just not the way that I saw it.

I heard voices, and Mr. O'Brien was saying something,

and then Orlo was going over to him, like Orlo

was being called over.

Your honor, I forgot about that part of it.

I did speak to Orlo first.

I asked him how his crops were.

But that's the same as saying hello.

You stated Mr. O'Brien was angry.

Well, I heard his voice raised.

Did you hear any words in reference to your daughter?

My daughter would not permit herself to be fought

over like a common alley cat.

And neither will I. I saw what I saw, and I heard what I heard.

It happened on my farm, but it had nothing

more to do with Anna May.

I won't have her name connected with a common vulgar

quarrel between two men.

But Mr. O'Brien attacking that poor boy,

and throwing him up against the wagon like he

wanted to kill him.

Mrs. Shepherd, it only looked like that.

Mrs. Shepherd, I'm not sure you understood my question.

Now, you said you heard what you heard, quoting you.

Uh, just exactly what did you hear?

Well, words.

Just-- just words.

I couldn't understand them.

Then how would you know that they

didn't pertain to your daughter, as Mr.

O'Brien has just testified?

Well, I just-- I just know.

It's-- it's the way that you hear things.

Now, there are things in store for my daughter.

Why, just that day we were up at Mr. Rogers' big house.

Now, I'm not permitting anybody to steal her chances.

Why, she's got her whole life in front of her.

It's one of misery, or of the good things.

The good things denied her mother, and those good things

that she tried to get for her son.

We do things for our children.

Mrs. Shepherd.

We never ask-- why, why from the day that they're born.

Never an unkind word from me.

I just want a full, happy life for my son,

and the same thing for my daughter.

Always giving, never-- never asking.

You with your dreams.

Was it a happy dream?

Reborn again? I had dreams.

And they didn't hurt anybody.

Never seeing anybody dead.

I was just-- just riding that yellow horse.

That's all.

I was just sitting up there on that yellow horse.

And everybody was looking at me.

All those fine plantation gentemen.

They were pointing and saying, isn't she grand?

On that yellow horse.

Just riding a yellow horse.

It wasn't Orlo's fault.

And it wasn't Mr. O'Brien's fault. It wasn't my fault.

I-- did I not do it for my children?

Oh-- I don't know.

I don't-- I-- maybe I'll never know.

I don't-- Oh.

Look who's visiting.

It's not exactly a visit, Mama.

Oh.

I thought you'd like to know, Orlo's going to be fine.

Well, that's good news.

But-- but-- that poor boy, he's been in bed for weeks.

How are you, Mama?

I'm fine.

Well, one person just taking care--

care of this-- this big house.

Anna May, somebody told me that you're helping Moss

Molly run that boarding house.

I'm cookin for her, Mama.

Oh, that's nice.

And-- and Chester, I-- I heard a kind of rumor

that Mr. Bodkin had made you assistant manager.

Just head cashier, Mama.

Oh, well, that's almost the same.

Won't be long now.

We just wanted to see if you were well, Mama.

Oh, I was just making a little lunch.

It wouldn't be a bit of trouble.

Maybe another time, Mama.

Oh, well, of course.

I know that you're a busy man.

Goodbye, Mama.

You all just stop by any-- any time!

Oh, Mama.

Oh, my.

You just squeeze a body to death.

Chester, you get that horse out of the sun.

I have the best news for this family.

There is a mill coming in from the north.

They want to buy 20 acres along that river bottom property

that we own.

That'll be $500.

That's wonderful, Mama.

And Anna May, there's the nicest young man

who's representing the company.

He's a lawyer.

He'll be coming by here.

That'll be next Saturday.

And his dad is one of the biggest--

biggest land owners in Oregon.

And his name is Daryl.

Isn't that a sweet name?

I really want you to meet that young man, Anna May.

Now, the first thing we're gonna do is go into town and see--

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke.

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