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You're not going on being afraid

the rest of your life, are you, Ann?

Are you, Ann?

Hi there. Anyone up?

Hello, Mrs. Foster.

- Morning. Your wife up yet?

- I think so. Shall I call her?

No. Don't disturb her.

Just rode over to say hello.

Fine morning for a ride.

No trouble at all, Mrs. Foster.

Ann'd never forgive me

if I didn't call her.

- I'm sure she'd love to come to breakfast.

- There you are, my dear. Welcome home.

I've accepted an invitation

to Mrs. Foster's for breakfast.

- I thought you'd like that.

- Beaten biscuits.

- I'd like it very much.

- Fine. Why not ride over?

- Expect you in half an hour.

- Wait. Why don't we all ride together?

Won't take Ann but a minute

to change, will it, Ann?

- No, Alan, no. You'll wait?

- Of course.

- You have your riding clothes?

- Yes. I'll hurry.

Good girl.

She's a charming girl,

that bride of yours.

Yes, she certainly is.

I'd better get the horses.

Well, you look a good ride

anyhow, my dear.

Thank you, Mrs. Foster.

- That's Maggie, isn't it?

- Yes.

She's very gentle.

Fast little thing, when she wants to go.

- You all right, Ann?

- Yes, I'm all right.

Well, my dear, you mount like a feather.

- Feel comfortable?

- Yes. I'm all right.

But I'll keep close to you

so that I can follow.

Good idea.

Come here. Come on, here. Come on.

Is Alan still risking his neck

on that beast?

Don't get too close to him.

He's all devil, that one.

- How about going through the woods?

- Might save time at that.

Better take it easy.

That rain didn't do it any good.

All right. You lead the way.

Alan, you idiot!

Are you trying to kill yourself?

I can't hold him down.

I'll go on ahead.

What's the matter with you two?

Quarrel?

- Not a quarrel, exactly.

- Don't want to butt in.

It's natural the first year,

getting adjusted.

Mrs. Foster, I'll tell you.

I've got to tell you. Alan...

- What's that?

- I don't know.

Come on.

Alan. Alan!

Alan! Alan!

Ann. Ann, over here.

He is breathing.

Looks like his collarbone

might be broken, the way his head lies.

You stay here, but don't move him.

- I'll go and call Dr. Hill in Middleburg.

- No, but...

Mrs. Foster, don't leave me here.

- Back in 15 minutes.

- Mrs. Foster!

Alan. Alan, you've been hurt.

Don't move.

- Mrs. Foster's gone for the doctor.

- No, no, no, Ann.

I'm all right, Ann. Just my wind,

I think, knocked out of me.

- Must've hit a branch.

- I think you better stay.

There's no use waiting around here

for a doctor.

- We'll be at Mrs. Foster's in a minute.

- But Mrs. Foster...

- I'll help you on your horse.

- No, I can get on.

- Alan, please, don't...

- I'm all right, Ann.

Certainly didn't see that branch,

if that's what it was.

Came around the bend...

...and something hit me.

Alan, you're pushing.

Alan! Alan! Please don't.

Please, please don't.

Please don't.

Alan, don't! Don't, Alan!

Please, Alan, don't.

Please stop. No.

Wanna leave me, Ann, don't you?

Wanna go to Michael.

- I'll take you to him now.

- Don't.

Help! Help!

Someone!

Help!

Ann?

Michael. Michael.

No!

That's beautiful. Who's playing?

My father.

Dink always does well by Brahms.

- I like your father.

- So do I.

He's like you, got a stout heart.

Horses have it sometimes,

not so many people.

Takes a man of parts

to play music like that.

Dink's a man of many parts,

all slightly marvelous.

You know, since I've met him,

I can understand you.

You're all right, Ann Garroway.

You've stayed here,

done your getting well here, faced it out.

Took courage.

Most people would've run away.

I wanted to run. Couldn't.

- You know that's not what I mean.

- No. Thank you.

That's not what I mean either.

No, I feel that I have something to do,

and that I must do it here.

That's really why I stayed,

not because I have courage. I haven't.

- My dear.

- Dink, darling.

- Dink, who's playing the piano?

- You have a visitor.

Oh, no. No. I can't see him.

- I'm not ready to yet. I can't.

- You sent for him.

I can do it alone.

- Sure?

- Yeah.

- You're Michael, aren't you?

- Yes, Ann. I'm sorry.

- Why?

- That I didn't tell you at the ranch.

This must be a shock.

I have no right to put you through it.

No, it's not a shock to me.

I think I knew.

Not at the ranch, but afterwards.

I think I knew.

- You sent for me, Ann.

- Yes.

I think I'd have come in any case

if you hadn't.

I was just waiting until you were well.

I wanted to see you.

- It seems I'm a very rich woman.

- Yes.

It's wrong for me to have it.

It belongs to you. It's yours.

No, it's not mine.

It was never really Alan's.

It belongs to someone who's dead now.

- His heirs, possibly.

- They must have it, then.

You can arrange that,

can't you, Michael?

If we can find them,

it might help to pay them back.

Some of it. The ranch belongs to you.

- No, Alan took that over.

- No, it's yours. It belongs to you.

I don't think that it could ever

belong to anyone else.

It seemed to belong to you

that day, Ann.

- Michael.

- Yes?

I'm a bad liar. I didn't send for you

because of the money.

There was that, of course,

but lawyers could've handled it.

I wanted to know you.

And now that you do?

- I'm happy to know you, Michael.

- And I you.

There are other things

that I must tell you the truth about.

Your brother, I won't forget him.

I loved him very much.

Not at the end. It was gone then,

but I did love him.

I know, Ann.

I almost got you killed.

I was here the night before.

I saw Alan, talked to him.

I left. I shouldn't have done that.

I looked for you, Michael.

I went away that night...

...because I was full of guilt

about my feeling for you.

I had no business

to feel the way I did about you.

My brother's wife.

I won't talk about it now,

but someday...

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