(fanfare plays)
Oh, dear. Good morning.
Good morning, Sally.
Sorry I'm late, Horace.
Oh, that's all right. I
won't tell your father.
Thank you, Horace.
Uh, Mrs. Miller
was in to talk to you
- about her statement again.
- Oh, that Mrs. Miller.
She's always worried
about her bank balance.
(laughs): Yeah.
Well, I told her it's okay.
Not to worry about a thing.
Thanks again, Horace.
But that really
wasn't necessary.
No, I-I just, uh...
I-I like to help.
You're sweet, Horace.
Oh, good morning, Mrs. Arnold.
Whoa, whoa.
(Ben whistling a tune)
Uh, I should be
finished at the bank
by the time you finish loading.
Are you in a big hurry
to get back to the ranch?
Uh... no, no.
Well, I'll just tag
along with you, then.
I've got some
business at the bank.
Fascinating world, the
world of finance, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- (chuckles)
I'm, uh, glad you're taking
such interest, Joseph.
What would you
say if, uh, if I told you
I was planning to make
a long-term investment?
I think that'd be fine, Joseph.
Just fine.
Sally, for the third time this
week, now, this is a bank.
Now, banks do not make mistakes.
Will you add these
figures again?
And this time,
try and do it right.
SALLY: Oh, dear.
Don't tell me I made
a mistake again.
Yes, you made a mistake again.
Sally, don't you ever think?
E-Excuse me,
Mr. Bristol, I-I want...
I want to explain about...
Later, Horace. Now, add it down.
- Would you add those figures?
- No, you see,
this... it wasn't her
fault. Here. I-I added that.
Well, all I can say is that you
are a remarkable
young man, Horace.
Not only do you add incorrectly,
but you manage to do
it in Sally's handwriting.
Oh, Horace. Why
did you say that?
I just don't like to hear
anyone talk to you that way.
Not even your father.
But you don't
have to protect me.
I mean, Daddy growls a lot,
but he very rarely
bites. (chuckles)
Well, I-I still don't
like to hear him
talking to you that way.
Sally.
Mm-hmm?
Uh, I've been meaning to ask you
a-about the dance tonight.
I-I'd like to know... Uh...
Oh, yes, Horace,
you were saying?
Oh, it-it doesn't matter.
- Oh, okay.
- It's, uh...
- Hi, Mr. Bristol.
- Oh, Little Joe.
- Ben.
- Hi, George.
I've been expecting you.
My son has some
business at the bank, too.
Oh, well, lately, he's turned
out to be our best customer.
Seems I see him
every time I look up.
(both chuckle)
Any particular teller you
want to see, Little Joe?
- (laughs)
- Oh, Father.
Yeah, we'll have dinner at our
house, and then comes the dance.
Think we'll have a
little surprise for 'em.
From the looks on
their faces just now,
I feel they already know.
Yeah, but not about the ring.
- Oh, Joe, it came.
- Yeah.
- Yesterday, from San Francisco.
- Oh.
(gasps) Oh, it's beautiful.
Well, not as
beautiful as you are.
Oh, Joe, not here.
Daddy might see.
Well, that's all right. Let him.
I want the whole world to see.
(theme song playing)
Whoa, whoa.
(clears throat) I, uh, I
don't want to rush you,
Mr. Bristol, but
we'd kind of like
to get to the dance in time
to hear the fiddles tune up.
Ah, the impatience of youth.
Oh, it isn't that at all.
I told Joe I wanted us
to be the first ones there.
I want everybody to see my ring.
You better watch it, young man.
She's starting to give
you orders already.
Oh!
The thing that worries me
is I don't seem to mind it.
I want you to know
that I would be happy
to have you as a son-in-law.
Thank you, sir.
(knocking)
Come in.
Oh, it's time to
get ready, Horace.
The dance will be
starting before long.
Yes, I know.
I brought you a little present.
I couldn't help but notice
that your shirts were frayed.
This is one my Jimmy
bought and never did wear.
It'll fit you just fine.
- Well, thank you, but I...
- Oh, no thanks necessary.
Well, it isn't hard to
figure out what girl
you're going to
ask to the dance.
Squiring the
prettiest girl in town,
you want to look your best.
I didn't ask anyone.
What?
Work right next to Sally
every day at the bank,
and you didn't even ask her?
No.
I don't even think I want to go.
Oh, now, Horace, I won't
listen to this kind of talk.
You are too going.
Oh... my Jimmy was shy, too.
Of course, not for the
same reasons you have.
Losing your parents before
you hardly knew them.
- Uh, please, Mrs. Cutler...
- (laughs): Oh, my Jimmy!
Just thinking about talking
to a girl would make him
swallow his tongue
and turn beet red.
But he got over it.
Before the diphtheria
hit him, why, he...
he could just walk right
up to anybody and...
just anytime and talk to them.
Bold as a brass band.
You can, too,
Horace, if you try.
Thanks for the shirt.
(lively music playing)
(all clamoring)
(whoops)
(Sally mutters indistinctly)
Having fun?
Oh, Joe, I've never been
so happy in all my life.
Yahoo!
Looks like Cliff's sure
having himself a time.
Oh, it sure does.
Look at him now!
(laughter)
Hey, I... I'm sorry, friend.
Real sorry, you know?
You ought to let me
help you with that, huh?
It's all right. I got it.
- I'm sorry. Okay?
- (music stops, applause)
Hey!
What happened to the music?
You want me to get
you some punch?
- Yes, please.
- I'll be right back.
Hey, Cliff, what happened...
You lose your partner?
Ain't it something?
I just can't understand it.
(laughing): I
can't either, Cliff.
Sally Bristol, I declare!
Hey, what you doing sitting
all here by your lonesome, huh?
- Joe went to get me some punch.
- Heck, Miss Sally.
You don't want to
just sit here and wait.
Huh? Not when you
can dance and wait.
Come on, Miss Sally.
- No, Cliff. No, Cliff, really.
- Let's go, huh?
- Stop your fooling!
- Come on. Little Joe?
- He ain't gonna mind, huh?
- Leave her alone!
Hey, hold on there
a minute, old friend.
Come on, Miss
Sally, dance with me.
I told you to leave her alone!
(crowd murmuring)
- All right, Cliff. All right.
- Joe!
- Hey, this fella's gone plumb loco!
- All right!
- All I did was ask Miss Sa...
- All right, forget it!
Just forget it. Go
on. Have a good time.
Go on. Please.
Sure, Joe.
I'm sorry, Miss Sally. I...
I didn't mean no
harm or nothing.
That's all right.
Oh, Horace, you silly!
Why did you do that?
He really didn't mean
anything by it, Horace.
(music resumes)
(laughter)
Now, wait a minute,
now. A beer, a brandy
and what... two whiskeys?
Hey, Joe, two
whiskeys and a beer.
BARTENDER: Right.
May I buy you a drink?
Oh, and a brandy.
Ain't got no brandy.
Can I buy you a drink, please?
Hey, there ain't no brandy.
Okay, make three whiskeys.
I-I just want to talk
to you, that's all.
There you are.
(laughter nearby)
She didn't even hear me.
I wanted to buy a drink.
Oh, sure. Coming right up.
Not for me. Her.
What are you talking about?
I wanted to buy her a drink.
And she wouldn't even listen.
She wouldn't pay any attention.
Well, that's her choice, mister.
If she doesn't want
to drink with you,
that's the way it's gonna be.
Now, you gonna
pay for that drink?
(laughter nearby)
Yeah, I'm gonna
drink this one, too.
Well, give me another one!
There you go.
Ah, you know,
it's nice out here.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, have I told you
lately that I love you?
103 times.
But don't stop now.
Oh, I'm never gonna stop.
(door closes)
Joe, that's Horace.
He's sick or hurt.
No, I don't think so.
Hey, Horace, looks like you're
having a pretty rough night.
Oh, Horace, look at you.
Horace, I'm ashamed of you.
I never thought I'd see
you in that condition.
Hey, come on, Horace,
let me give you a hand.
Here, I'll help you home.
You keep away from me!
SALLY: Horace!
♪♪
Horace?
I didn't mean to
wake you. I'm sorry.
You don't have to
apologize to me, Horace.
No, not to you.
Sally... I got to
apologize to Sally.
Well, whatever it is, it
can wait until morning.
Yeah, I got to
apologize to Sally.
Yes, that's right... you go
right on up to bed, Horace.
Oh, my goodness.
(sighs)
Joe, what got into him?
Look, will you forget about him?
But I've never seen
him act like that before.
He was almost like an animal.
Well, he's not used to
being drunk, that's all.
Not used to having you
see him in that condition.
But why should he
care what I think?
Because he's in love
with you, that's why.
Oh, Joe, not Horace.
Well, of course he is.
Why do you think he came
to your defense at the dance?
Why do you think he's always
looking at you the way he does?
But I've...
I've never done anything
to encourage him.
I know you haven't.
Forget about him.
He'll sober up, and he'll
be all right tomorrow.
Besides, I can't blame him
for falling in love with you.
I fell in love
with you, didn't I?
Sally, I want to apologize.
I wouldn't hurt
you for the world.
I wouldn't hurt you.
I wouldn't hurt you.
(mumbles)
I want to apologize.
♪♪
Yes, who is it?
It's me.
Horace.
Please, Sally, I
have to see you.
You shouldn't be here, Horace.
What would Daddy say?
I want to apologize.
Gosh, Sally, I wouldn't
embarrass you for anything.
Oh, Horace.
If you just knew how I feel.
Every... every day
and every minute is a...
I don't want to hear it, Horace.
Don't say another
word. Just go home.
Y-You must know how I feel.
'Cause at the bank,
you're standing
so close to me every day.
And the way you look at me.
Horace, I was
just being friendly.
It never meant
any more than that.
I love you, Sally.
I have from the
very first minute.
Go home, or I'll call Daddy.
No, see, I can talk to you now.
For the first time.
And I-I know what I want to say,
and you got to listen to me!
Shh!
MR. BRISTOL: Sally?
What's going on down there?
Horace, I'll scream.
No, no, d-don't scream.
Don't.
- Please, don't.
- (muffled screams)
- Don't, don't.
- (cracks)
Don't!
MR. BRISTOL: Sally?
(softly): Sally.
MR. BRISTOL: Sally!
(door opens, closes)
Joe, what are you doing
here this time of night?
Where is everybody?
Who's minding the store?
I went for some coffee.
You got any objections?
No, I don't have
any objections, but...
what happens if
somebody walks in
and steals the place
while you're gone?
Where's Roy?
He went to Carson City.
Carson City?
My pa's best friend,
and he's gone when
I need him the most.
What's the matter? You
rob a bank or something?
No, I didn't rob a bank.
I'm getting married.
I wanted to invite
Roy to the wedding.
Well, I guess it won't hurt you
to wait a couple days, will it?
LITTLE JOE: Mr. Bristol,
what's the matter?
Clem, she's dead.
What are you talking
about, Mr. Bristol?
My Sally, she's dead.
You have this, Mr. Bristol.
Good, strong cup of tea.
Who? Who?
Who'd do a thing like this?
We'll find who
did it, Mr. Bristol.
We'll find him.
Joe... Joe, listen to me.
Are you sure you've
told us everything?
Look, Joe, I don't
like doing this to you.
I'm just trying to
narrow it down.
The time element clears you.
When Mr. Bristol found Sally,
you were in the
office talking to me.
I-I just want to know if
you can help in any way.
I'm sorry.
There'll be time
for this tomorrow.
I'll be leaving
now, Mr. Bristol.
You'd better get some rest.
Clem, who'd do
a thing like this?
We'll find him.
You get some rest.
He's right, Mr. Bristol.
Here. Now, you drink this tea,
and then you try
to get some rest.
And just you remember,
I'm right across the
street if you need anything.
Anything.
You're very kind.
MRS. CUTLER: I think it's best
if he's just left
alone for a while.
Oh, I just can't believe it.
I just can't.
A lovely girl like that.
Oh, I'm... I'm afraid
of what this is going
to do to Horace.
Working with her the way he did.
He was so fond of her.
And she was so kind to him.
(sobbing): Oh,
poor, poor Horace.
CLEM: Good night, Mr. Bristol.
Joe.
Horace.
It just might...
(knocking on door)
Joe?
I want to talk to Horace.
But he's fast asleep upstairs.
CLEM: Joe, what's
this all about?
CUTLER: Now, wait just a...
Horace. Horace,
come on, wake up.
- What?
- Wake up.
What?
Sally is dead.
What are... what
are you talking about?
Sally is dead. Do you
know anything about it?
MRS. CUTLER: No,
of course he doesn't.
Joe, what are you getting at?
He was on the street tonight.
He might know something.
I-I didn't do anything, did I?
Huh?
What do you mean,
you didn't do anything?
Well, don't you know, Horace?
Were you too drunk to know?
I'm not used to
drinking that much. I...
- I didn't even take off...
- Horace, listen to me.
I won't have you
persecuting this boy this way.
Look, I'm not persecuting him.
I'm trying to get some answers.
Now, you just slow down.
You're just imagining things.
Why, Horace was
right here in this room
when this terrible
thing happened.
I-I talked to him
when he came in.
He could have gone out again.
He couldn't have
without me hearing him.
You heard what Mrs. Cutler said.
Horace couldn't have
had anything to do with it.
He was right here all the time.
CLEM: You come with me.
HORACE (muttering):
I didn't do anything.
How could they even think you
could do such a terrible thing?
No, no, I'd never hurt my Sally.
Of course you wouldn't.
HORACE: Uh-uh, no.
I still can't believe it, Ben.
Even now, I can't believe it.
I know.
Something we...
we could do to help?
How would you like to
come out to the ranch
for a couple of days?
Thanks, Ben.
Joe, this was her Bible.
She'd want you to have it.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
- (knocking at door)
- MRS. CUTLER: Horace?
Horace, are you all right?
I'm fine. Just fine.
MRS. CUTLER: May I
come in for a moment?
HORACE: Yes.
Horace, you can't just
lock yourself up like this.
Oh, I know how you feel.
All those people down there,
they-they keep looking at me.
They keep watching this window.
Poor boy.
You poor, poor boy.
What they're
putting you through.
Why do they think I k*lled her?
Well, don't pay any
attention to them.
They can't hurt you.
You know you're
innocent, and so do I.
(hammering continues)
Dinner get all cold.
Little Joe not come in yet?
You keep something
warm for him, Hop Sing.
I'll talk to him.
All right, Mr. Ben.
Hop Sing feel very
sorry for Little Joe.
(hammering continues)
(sighs)
I wish there was
something we could do.
I think it's been done.
Clem has questioned
half the people in town,
taken depositions
from Horace and Mrs. Cutler.
She backs him to the hilt.
It's like he's in a daze
of constant hammering.
If there was just some
way we could reach him...
I know.
Joe, come on in the house, huh?
Got Hop Sing keeping
some warm food for you.
I don't want anything, Pa.
Joe, I just can't stand by
and watch you tear
yourself apart this way.
He knows something, Pa.
I'm sure he does.
Maybe he even
k*lled her himself.
Joseph, you mustn't
say a thing like that.
You mustn't.
Mrs. Cutler swore an affidavit
that he was in his room.
She could have been wrong.
She could have been
asleep. It was late.
What reason would Horace
have had to do such a thing?
I don't know.
I don't know, but you
didn't see him that night.
It's just the way I feel.
The way you feel?
You a... you accuse him of...
because of the way you feel?
You realize that if you
weren't in the sheriff's office
when this thing happened,
you might have been
a suspect yourself?
You'd have been accused
yourself of this thing?
On the same kind of
circumstantial evidence
that you're...
that you're trying
to build up against Horace?
Joseph, that's why we have laws.
And the law says
a man is innocent
until he's proven guilty
beyond the shadow of a doubt.
That's what justice is about.
Son...
I know the feeling of grief,
the loss of someone you love.
I know it very well.
Joe, come on in the house and...
have something to eat.
You have to have food.
No, Pa.
I don't have to have food.
(horse neighs)
Did you do any good?
No, I couldn't get
through to him.
- Not the mood he's in.
- (hoofbeats)
Joe! Joseph!
Get my things. I'll
saddle the horses.
All right.
All right, well,
what do you need?
Perkins is guilty.
What are we waiting for?
(talking over each other)
Break this thing up or
I'm going to start sh**ting.
Now, you listen to me.
What proof have you got?
You got that
telegram, didn't you?
You gonna deny that?
I saw it with my own eyes.
You know what
that telegram said?
Horace Perkins, he was picked up
for the m*rder of a
girl over in Mason City.
- That's a lie.
- (men exclaiming)
That's a lie!
He was picked up along
with a dozen others,
and he was turned loose.
CLIFF: Yeah, and you've
turned him loose again.
(men shouting)
Hey, Joe!
We're with you, Joe.
We got the evidence we need.
Horace was picked
up over a year ago
for k*lling a girl
over in Mason City.
What's he talking about, Clem?
Horace was picked up, all
right, back in Mason City.
But there wasn't a shred
of evidence to hold him on.
He was questioned,
Joe, that's all.
Just like I questioned you.
You going to lynch
a man for that?
Clem's right, Cliff.
This isn't doing
anybody any good.
Joe, we... we all know
how you felt about Sally.
We're just trying to help you.
I know you are,
Cliff, and thanks.
The best way you can
help me now is to go home.
Look, all of you, I
know how you feel.
But I'm the one
who's most concerned,
and I'm asking
you to go on home.
Please.
Looks like we took a long
ride for nothing, don't it, Pa?
It sure does.
I don't know why
we were so worried.
Come on, we got work to do.
Yeah.
That was a good job you did.
I'm proud of you.
Yeah, well, don't be
too proud of me, Clem.
I just didn't want to see
him get lynched, that's all.
That way, there'd
always be a doubt.
Soon as I know Horace
is the one for sure,
I'll see he gets
what's coming to him.
♪♪
♪♪
You going somewhere, Horace?
I'm talking to you, Horace.
Bedroll, clothes.
Looks like you're running out.
This the way you
left Mason City?
That's none of your business.
When I stopped
Cliff and his friends,
I made it my business, Horace.
You're not gonna run out on me.
I said you're not running out.
We're gonna go down
and talk to the deputy.
You got some explaining to do.
- Sam, take his horse.
- Sure, Joe.
You still trying to do
my job for me, Joe?
He was leaving town.
What about it?
I can't hold a man
with an iron-clad alibi.
You mean you're just
gonna let him leave?
That's right.
He asked me, and I told him
he could go on
back to Mason City.
Go on, Horace.
Scared bank clerk.
Don't look like any
k*ller I ever saw.
How many times
do I have to tell you?
That "scared bank clerk"
acted like a madman
the night Sally was k*lled.
I know you've told me,
but nobody else saw it.
No, just Sally.
Look, Joe, I'm doing
every single thing I can.
I've questioned half
the people in this town.
And sooner or later,
I'll find out who did it.
♪♪
♪♪
(neighs)
(crickets trilling)
That's the second time
you did that, Horace.
Where did you come from?
I've been right
behind you, Horace.
See, I wasn't gonna
follow you at first.
Until you made that
wrong turn at Twin Forks.
It's none of your
business where I go.
But you said you were
going to Mason City, Horace.
Mason City's in the
opposite direction.
How come you changed your mind?
I told you it's none
of your business.
You're not afraid to go
to Mason City, are you?
I just changed
my mind, that's all.
Yeah, but why?
Why'd you change
your mind, Horace?
You didn't k*ll that girl
in Mason City, did you?
I mean, you were
one of the suspects.
They ever find the
man who k*lled that girl?
How should I know?
Hmm.
Just thought you
might know, that's all.
(quiet laugh)
It's funny.
Girl's k*lled in Mason City.
Sheriff questions
you, lets you go.
And you leave town.
And Sally's k*lled.
And Clem questions
you and lets you go.
And here you are
on the road again.
Kind of begins to... to
make a picture, doesn't it?
Now, why don't
you leave me alone?
Yeah, I guess you'd like me to
leave you alone, wouldn't you?
All right, I'll do it.
I'll leave you alone.
On one condition.
You and I ride to Mason City.
Now, if they found the
man that k*lled that girl,
I'll let you go on your way.
But if they haven't found
him, I'll stay with you, Horace.
No matter how far you go,
no matter how long it takes,
I'll be right behind you.
Until you tell me
you k*lled Sally.
So you better get used to
having me around, Horace.
Oh, why can't you
leave me alone?!
(crickets trilling)
♪♪
(neighs)
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Little Joe, what
are you doing here?
I want you to give
Horace a message for me.
Horace? He isn't here.
You just tell him I'm
still right behind him.
You tell him nothing's changed.
Well, how can I give
Horace a message?
I tell you he isn't here.
He went to Mason
City five days ago.
Everyone knows that.
He's not in Mason
City, Mrs. Cutler.
He's right here in your house.
He is not!
Joe Cartwright!
Now, wait just a minute here!
- The manners of some people!
- (footsteps approaching)
I told you he wasn't here.
Unlock the door.
It isn't locked. It can't be.
Joe Cartwright, now, stop that!
Have you gone
out of your senses?!
Horace, you came home.
I didn't know you were here.
Don't let him near me.
He's been hounding
me every minute.
Hounding an innocent
boy, smashing up my house.
What's the matter with you?
It looks like you made
a mistake, Mrs. Cutler.
A mistake?
I don't even know what
you're talking about.
You didn't hear him come in.
Maybe you didn't hear him
the night Sally was k*lled.
Horace didn't leave
the house that night.
I know he didn't.
He was right here in this room!
You were wrong just now. You
could have been wrong then.
Why, I know Horace as
well as I knew my own son.
He's the last
person in the world
who would want to harm Sally.
Oh! No, I won't
let you touch him!
I won't let you! No!
Come on, Horace!
There's no more running!
Come on, sit in the chair!
Horace! Horace! Did he hurt you?
Now, for the last time...
Will you leave him alone?
We were talking about
mistakes, Mrs. Cutler.
- There wasn't any mistake.
- You're sure?!
- He was in his room!
- You're sure of that?!
I'm sure! Yes, I'm sure!
Well, what about just now?
You didn't even know
he was in the house.
Now, why are you trying
so hard to protect him?
Why?!
Because he has no one else!
No one else in all the world.
He came here hurt and alone.
And I gave him what he needed.
A mother's love.
But you wouldn't understand
that, would you, Joe Cartwright?
You've always had more
love than you needed.
Your pa and your brothers.
You wouldn't know
what it's like to be alone.
And hurt.
But I know what it's like.
Just like Horace does.
I've lived with it day after
day, week after week,
ever since my Jimmy died.
I knew your son, Mrs. Cutler.
And Horace is nothing like him.
Yes, he is!
He's the same age.
He's the same sweet, shy
kind of boy that my Jimmy was.
My Jimmy was
always shy with girls
just the way Horace is.
Sally was the only girl
that Horace ever had,
and you took even
that away from him!
Come on, Mrs. Cutler,
Sally was never his girl!
You know it, and so does Horace.
She would've been if
you didn't get in the way.
Sally liked me.
She liked me very much.
She could never like
anybody like you, Horace.
She did. She did.
You ever take a look at
yourself in the mirror, Horace?
- Now, wait! Wait!
- Huh? Did you ever
take a look at yourself?!
Go on, look in
the mirror, Horace.
You're funny, Horace.
Remember that night?
Oh, you were funny that night.
You came stumbling down
the street, falling in the dirt.
Yeah, Sally thought
you looked real funny.
No. Stop it! Stop it!
How about at the dance?
And what a fool you made
of yourself at the dance.
If I hadn't have stopped Cliff,
he would've broken you in two.
You know, Sally and
I laughed about that.
- Stop it! Stop it!
- Stay out of this!
- Stop torturing him!
- I told you to stay out!
- Stop that!
- Both Sally and I
laughed at you
all night, Horace!
(Horace yelling)
No! Put it down!
Take a look at him
now, Mrs. Cutler!
Is that your son?
- Is that your Jimmy?
- I'm gonna k*ll you!
- Like you k*lled Sally!
- I didn't mean to do it!!
She was gonna scream.
It was a mistake.
It was a mistake. It was a...
It was a mistake.
"It was a mistake"?
I don't believe it.
I didn't want to believe it.
I thought he was like my Jimmy.
Don't leave me.
I need you.
Please.
HORACE: Please.
MRS. CUTLER: I
understand, Horace.
I'll be near.
And I'll help you.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Cutler.
Let's go to the sheriff.
Horace.
A quiet boy like that.
Who knows what goes
on in a man's mind?
How true.
George?
That offer for you to
come out to the ranch
and stay with us
a while still stands.
Thanks, Ben.
Joe.
When I first found out
Horace was the one, I...
I wanted to k*ll him.
Now all I can
feel for him is pity.
Let's go.
08x17 - Justice
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Set during and after the Civil w*r, "Bonanza" is the story of Ben and his 3 sons on the family's thousand-acre spread, known as the Ponderosa, near Virginia City.
Set during and after the Civil w*r, "Bonanza" is the story of Ben and his 3 sons on the family's thousand-acre spread, known as the Ponderosa, near Virginia City.