The Virginian Page #2

Yes, Ma'am. - Is that a thing

for a responsible adult to do?

No, Ma'am. But what you say isn't

as bad as what I'm saying to myself.

I'd give my right eye if we didn't get

started off on the wrong foot.

Started off?

This is only the beginning between us.

You must know that, same as I do.

Indeed, I know no such thing!

Where'd she go? - What's it to you?

- Trampas sent the lady this drink.

I'll take it.

There's your drink, Trampas.

Is there anything wrong in offering

the lady a little refreshment?

She wouldn't understand.

She was raised different.

In my long and varied career,

I've found

that people only come

out West for three reasons:

Health, wealth, or a bad reputation.

She looks healthy and rich to me.

Stand up and tell me that's a lie.

With pleasure, you dirty...

When you call me that, smile.

With a gun against my belly,

I always smile.

Now tell me you're a liar.

There doesn't seem to be

any question about it.

That's enough for now.

I wouldn't aggravate the Virginian.

I've seen him shoot.

I knew a man that could shoot

three whiskey glasses in the air.

Pick them up,

toss them...

Say, that's not bad.

Hi, Andy.

- Howdy, Ben.

This is a friend of mine.

Take good care of her. - Oon't fret.

Aren't you the new School Ma'am?

- Yes.

It'll be awful fine having you here,

Miss... - Wood. Molly Wood.

Miss Molly. Some ornery critters here

could use some learning.

And not just the little ones.

Have a nice trip.

- Trip? - To New York.

Oh, that!

I lost my roll in a poker game.

- Already?

It's amazing, isn't it?

But I'm glad I'll still be around.

Then I may see you again.

- You sure will! - Goodbye and thanks.

I think I'll take that job after all.

Hi there, Andy.

You brought her safe, I see.

Let me help you.

- Thank you.

How are you, Ma'am?

How do you do?

You must be tired from the long trip.

- I have an awful lot of things.

So much the better. It means you'll

stay a while. - That's about it.

Thank you and goodbye, Andy.

- Bye, Miss Molly.

I'd like to ask you in, but we're

going right over to your room instead.

There's your school house.

It's brand new. A man rode all the way

from town to help build it.

It's very nice.

What's that?

Just a coyote. - Are they dangerous?

- Only to sheep and chickens.

I've never heard of them harming

a person. - You'll get used to it.

Here we are.

This is the first home we had,

till the children came.

When you wrote us

we set right to work readying it.

We sent to Omaha for that bathtub.

- Mr. Taylor!

Let me take your bonnet.

I pictured you

as a hard-faced old maid.

But you're just... How could those

Vermont men let you get away?

Have you had supper? - Along the way.

- I'll get you something. - I'm tired.

Just a cup of coffee.

- Please, don't bother.

It's no bother. I always have

something on for the hand.

I'm glad you've come, Ma'am.

Mother gets lonely surrounded by men,

and the nearest white woman

10 miles away. - 10 miles?

But the school children?

Oistance don't mean anything out here.

The kids will ride over.

Sorry we didn't

go to meet you in Medicine Bow.

I was alright.

A very nice... cowboy helped me.

I think his name was Steve. He was

with a man they call the Virginian.

Oh, Steve Andrews. I didn't know

he was back in these parts.

They're great friends.

I know them both very well.

What's his name, the Virginian?

- Why, ah...

That's funny. I couldn't tell you.

There you are.

- Thank you.

Mother, what's the Virginian's name?

- I never heard of any other name.

That's curious.

- Not out here.

You don't ask a man his name out here.

He's Jones if he says that's his name.

You'd make a pile of money if you knew

all their names. - Not the Virginian?

No, no. He's alright.

I'm not saying anything against him.

I should hope not! - Careful,

Mother has a soft spot for him.

I have a soft spot for all cow hands.

You used to be one, didn't you?

You better get some rest. Good night.

- Good night and thank you. - Come on.

Good night.

She's not going to stay.

- I have a feeling she has spunk.

She's certainly mighty pretty.

- What do you know?

I picked you, didn't I?

School Ma'am's here!

School starts Monday in Bear Creek.

School starts at Bear Creek, Monday.

Hey, another teacher's here.

School starts at Bear Creek, Monday.

Man or woman?

- Woman. - Save me a seat.

Teacher's come.

School starts next week.

School, Mom!

- Hush! Come on, Tom, let's go.

In a minute. After I lost over

100 calves, I said this is the end!

We're moving to Montana,

where there's law and order.

We can't have men like you,

Tom, leaving the country.

If you and your family would stay...

- Why promise, Judge Henry?

You have to catch the rustlers first.

Even then, the sheriff won't help.

Then we'll do something ourselves.

- You'll have to.

I wish you'd change your mind, Tom.

- I'd stay and fight if I was single.

Tom, we have to make camp

before dark. - Alright, let's go.

So long, boys.

- Sorry to see you go.

That's the third family this year.

- I know. Who are these rustlers?

I have ideas, but I'm not accusing.

We can only keep our eyes open and act

when we know. Thank you, gentlemen.

It might be a good idea, Sir,

to give the new teacher a welcome.

To show that people

want to make a decent life here.

With a get-together and a speech,

you'd give the teacher a good start.

I thought you cow hands were against

settlers with their vegetable gardens.

Well, they're here.

And I reckon the kids need education.

Is the new teacher male or female?

- Female. But that's not the reason.

It's an excellent idea. We'll have

a barbeque and christen the school.

You might send Trampas an invite.

- Trampas? - Sure. Tell him

to bring his men. - Why Trampas?

He doesn't seem a sociable man to me.

With all of us at the barbeque,

I thought somebody

might rustle a few steers.

You're not suggesting? - Nothing.

But I'd send him an invite. Special.

Maybe I will.

You boys getting prettied up

for the teacher? - Hello, Trampas.

Trampas and his men just rode in.

Howdy, Steve. - Hello, Mr. Taylor.

- Glad to see you back. Trampas?

Just fine, thank you.

- Boys, guns and whiskey don't mix.

If you'll be so kind, I'll take them.

There is whiskey?

- Yeah.

Before I contribute, where is it?

- In the barrel over there.

That's a fair exchange. Coming, Steve?

- You bet!

Hi, Nebraska.

- Why are you trailing him?

He's alright.

What are you sour on him for?

Welcome, folks. - How are you,

Mrs. Taylor? Your party looks great.

Go right on in.

She's right inside.

He reads already.

I taught him myself.

Show her, Christopher.

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That's wonderful, Christopher!

- He can read every can in the house.

This one can't read a darn thing.

- He'll learn at school.

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