03x27 - Trial by Fire

[bunniefuu]

DAISY: Doesn't seem to have
changed any for the better.

JESS: That's the trouble
with forest fires, Daisy.

They never get any way
but worse.

Thanks, Mike.

How long are you gonna stay
at Mr. Carlson's, Jess?

I don't know.
As long as it takes,
I reckon.

Oh, that poor man.

He's worked so hard
and so long.

I don't think
I've ever seen anyone

who's so determined
to succeed.

Now everything could be
wiped out with this fire.

It could, but he'll fight
for every blade of grass,

I'll tell you that.

He's a mighty
stubborn man, Daisy.

That's why I'm in a hurry
to get to him.

You mean you think
he might stay too long

fighting the fire
if it reaches him?

Maybe.

He don't know
what it means to quit.

Jess,
I hope you do.

You know I do,
Daisy.

I'll help him all I can,
but I'm not about
to let him get barbecued

out of stubbornness.
So long.

See you, Mike.

[ horse whinnying ]

We're getting a break, Pa.

The wind's
blowing to the south.

Yeah, but she can
change again.

I feel better when we get
all this cleared away.

[ horse approaching ]

Jess,
it's good to see you.

It's good to see you,
Lars.

I saw the smoke
from over at our place.

When it started
coming this way,

I thought maybe
you could use some help.

We're all right for now.
I only hope our luck holds.

Look, why don't you give me
an axe and a shovel and let me
pitch in around here?

If that wind changes,
you're not gonna want
all that brush over by the barn.

Look, there is something
that you can do for me.

And it's more, much more than
shovel and axe work.

You name it.

Come,
you had the long ride.

We talk inside, huh?

Come in, Jess.

Hey,
what's happened here?

This place looks like
it's had a woman's touch.

Oh, not yet.

But soon, very soon.

It's easier to talk over
a glass of cider.

Tell me, Lars, when did
you develop this case
of petticoat fever?

Oh, it's no fever.

Ever since Garth's mother
died five years ago,

this house is a lonely place
for me.

Skoal.

Sit down, Jess.

What about your son?

But he is not my son,
he is hers.

He gives me obedience,
but no respect.

He says what he has to
and nothing more.

I think maybe with a woman
in the house, it would help.

You old rascal, you.

I didn't know
you were seeing anybody.

No, not seeing,
writing.

Sarah Deaks and I
write to one another

for more than
six months now.

You mean you've never laid
eyes on this Sarah?

I don't have to.

Everything
is in her letters.

Well, how'd you
get in touch with her?

I saw her letter
in the St. Louis newspaper.

Sarah says she wants to
meet a widow,

that she knows farm life
and old country ways

from her mother
and father,

and she is good
church-going woman.

And so I answer
right away.

And she write back

and we have a lot to write
to one another about.

And, Jess, Sarah arrives today
from Philadelphia.

In three hours, she gets off
the stagecoach here in Laramie.

Then you better
get going.

No.

That's what I want you
to do for me.

Now let me
get this straight.

You want me
to pick her up?

Yes. See, I cannot leave here
now, not with the fire so close.

Well, I can stay here
until you get back.

No, there is more.

I don't want her to come here
now, not with the fire.

The first time
Sarah sees the place,

I want everything
to be nice.

There should be nothing
that would upset her.

I understand.

What do you expect me
to do with her?

Get her the best room
in the hotel.

See that she wants
for nothing

and then
when this is over,

then I will come
for her.

If that's the way
you want it, Lars.

It is, my friend,
it is.

I better get going.

Wait a minute.

You forgot to tell me,
when is the wedding?

Oh, Jess,
you go too fast.

Oh, first Sarah comes here,
and we see one another,

and we talk,
and then after a while,

if we both agree,
then we marry.

I see.

Oh, Lars, do you have
a picture of her or something,

anything that I could
know her by?

No, nothing.
But you would know her
in a crowd.

She is so high, her hair
is the color of honey,

her skin is like
the first milk,

her eyes are
as blue as--

She wrote you
all this?

Oh, no.

No, she's too modest,
but a man can read

between the lines.

Well, how old is she?

Uh, she was widowed
when she was 25,

and that was
eight years ago.

Well, that oughta be
enough to go on.

Oh, there is something.

She will wear a hat
with feathers.

She wrote that
in the last letter.

JESS: Wind must be blowing
this way again.

I can feel the heat
from here.

Whoa!

Miss Sarah Deaks?

Yes.

I'm Jess Harper.
Lars asked me
to meet you.

Is he all right?

Well, there is
nothing wrong.

He just couldn't leave the farm,
not for a while anyway.

I don't understand.

Well, he asked me to
get you settled here in town

till he can come
fetch you himself.

I've come a long way,
he should have--

should have been here.

Mr. Harper,
something's wrong.

You're keeping
something from me.

There's a fire in the hills,
ma'am,

and he doesn't want you
out there till it's over.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Not if you've ever seen
a mountain fire.

Besides, he wants the place
all clean and neat

as a pin first time
you see it.

You think that makes
any difference?

If there is trouble,
my place is with Lars,

the way it'll be later.

I'm just telling you
how he feels about it, ma'am.

Mr. Harper,
would you take me to him?

Lars has pretty positive ideas
about things.

So have I.

If you don't take me
I'll--

I'll get there
one way or another.

Yes, ma'am,
I reckon you would.

What else did Lars
say about me?

Oh, just that you were
widowed like he is,

that you knew
some about farming.

What's his son like?

You mean his stepson?

Yes, of course.

Well, you'll find out
in a while.

What kind of a farm
did you live on?

What kind?

Yeah,
what'd you grow?

Oh, wheat mostly.

No cotton?

Uh, some.
Mm-hmm.

Where'd you say
this farm was?

Uh, Vermont.

What kind of stock?

Stock?

Oh, uh, mostly pigs.

What about chickens?
Guernseys, Herefords or Jerseys?

Yeah, some of each.

Hyah!
Giddyup!

Now before you
get down,

suppose you tell me
who you really are.

The fire, you think
it will come this far?

Never mind that,
just answer my question.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't you?

Is this your idea
of a joke?

Sarah Deaks
or whatever your name is,

cotton doesn't grow
in Vermont.

And Jerseys and Herefords
aren't chickens, they're cows.

Obviously, you've never been
on a farm before.

Now why don't you tell me
what you are up to?

All right.

I'm a fraud,
but not the way you think.

I mean--

LARS: Valkommen, min kare.

I know you've every right
to tell him

but please wait,
just a little while.

Valkommen, min kare.

Welcome. Welcome.

Thank you, Lars.

I tried to explain it
to her, Lars,

but she insisted
on coming out.

You do not say enough
about yourself in your letters.

Not nearly enough.

Yes?

I agree with you there.

You must be Garth.

Oh, yes.

This is my son Garth.

How do you do?

Forgive
my poor manners.

This does not happen
every day, you know.

Maybe she'd like to
rest up, Pa.

She must be tired.

Oh, yes, yes.

And, Sarah,
you must promise

not to look at the house
too close.

If I know you come,
there would be flowers.

You have
a lovely place here.

Oh, well, most days
you can see for miles,

but the smoke from the fire
makes everything seem...

d-dirty.

I explained it to her,
Lars.

She understands.

Oh, good, good.

Well,
then we go indoors.

And you will stay
for dinner.

We will make this
a special occasion.

Shall we?

Hey, just in time,
Mike.

The wind changed again,
didn't it?

Yeah.

If it holds this way,
that fire will come
right through this basin.

Carlson's place will be
the first to get it.

But that's where
Jess is.

I know.
I want you to do
like I told you.

You go home and get busy,
stay that way.

And don't worry
so much.

That was
Ma's deathbed.

If you get married,
Pa will move in here.

We've been sleeping
in the next room.

I hope
we will marry, Garth.

Would be a nice change having
someone young around here.

It could work out

you'd appreciate
having me around.

Well, after all, the old man's
twice your age.

You'll run out of things
to talk about, I know.

I hope not.

You are not exactly
what he figured on.

You know, old country ways,
looks to match.

I guess he got more than
he bargained for.

I'm tired, Garth.

I'd like to lie down.

You asking me to go?

Please.

You know, it'd be kind of
nice having a stepmother around,

so close
to my own age.

Please go.

Sure.

Just remember,
don't count on marrying Pa

unless you got me
on your side.

We'll have that
to talk about, won't we?

Well, Garth, how do you like
Sarah's cooking, huh?

I like it just fine, Pa.

Just fine.

But now it's time
for a toast.

This is first time
since my wife died

that we used
these dishes

that I bring
from old country.

Sarah, I hope from now on,
we use them together.

Thank you, Lars.

And, everyone.

No, no.

Garth will take care of this
for tonight.

Sure, Pa.

I keep forgetting
she's a guest.

Not one of the family.

Sarah, after you leave
Philadelphia, three weeks passed

and no letter,
and then from Kansas City,

I get your telegram.

You spend some time
there, huh?

Yes.

I stayed with friends.

Oh, you did not tell me
you have friends there.

Pa, there's hot ashes
falling near the barn!

The fire
will ruin everything.

Sarah, don't you worry,
it will be all right.

They can take
care of themselves.
I want to talk to you.

But I want to help,
I want to do what I can.

That man out there
is my friend.

Now I can't cover up
for you any longer.

I want the truth, now.

You can call me Zoe Carter,
that's my real name.

He was right
about Kansas City.

Sarah didn't have
any friends there.

And you knew her?

By accident.

I met her there
at the hospital.

She was taken off the train
with pneumonia.

You a nurse?

Take a good look,
Mr. Harper.

Are these the hands
or face of a nurse?

I hustle drinks for a living,
I'm a dancehall hostess.

What about
Sarah Deaks?

She died two days
after we met.

See, I was on the next bed
getting over a beating.

Well, you healed
pretty quick.

Oh, you have to
in my business.

Before Sarah died,
we got to be real close friends.

She showed me
her letters from Lars,

and told me about how she was
on her way out here.

So you just took her place,
just like that?

No, not just like that.

I was the only one
at her funeral.

I must have stood there
over an hour.

I realized that Sarah wanted
what I wanted.

A chance to make a new life
for herself, a decent life.

Well, there's a difference.

Sarah had
a decent life before.

That's just why I needed it
more than she did.

You can get sick
and disgusted

living in dancehalls
and saloons,

getting pawed over
for a drink.

Sometimes it gets
so you...

don't want to
wake up again, ever.

This is my chance.

Don't you see,
maybe my last chance.

Lars needs a wife, I need
a chance to go on living,

a reason for living.

Is that so wrong?
Is that so wicked?

I didn't say that.

There's Lars
to think of.

Well, it isn't one-sided.

I have a need in me
to care for someone

and make that person
happy.

Someone that much
older than you?

Older, wiser, kinder,
what's the difference

as long as you can help
each other?

I don't pretend
love but...

maybe even that would
come in time.

After the men
you've known,

Lars might seem old-fashioned,
maybe even dull.

I've known the worst.

I was even gonna marry one
till he went to prison.

I'm not looking for
excitement,

I just want
quiet contentment...

to know I won't wake up
wishing I was dead.

I'm on your side, Zoe.

But even if it does
work out,

he's got to know
sooner or later.

He will,
when the time comes.

When will that be?

When he makes up his mind,
for himself, I'll tell him.

Give me that much time,
please.

All right.

I just hope we won't both
be sorry for this.

Don't count on it.

I was wondering how come
you didn't help out,

since you were so eager
to stand by Pa's side

at the first sign
of trouble.

It's my fault,
I asked her to stay.

She can speak
for herself.

She did plenty of talking
this morning

when she was acting
too good for me.

That's a laugh,
ain't it?

A dancehall tr*mp
too good for me.

Let her alone,
Garth.

Don't, Jess,
make it any worse.

That's right, it's gonna be
worse, a lot worse,

because you're gonna pack
your things and get out of here

before Pa
throws you out.

Why are you so anxious
to have her leave?

She's no good,
that's why.

Why, because she won't
let you touch her?

Because she lied her way
in here!

That's just part of it.

What do you mean,
Jess?

He's afraid of
losing this place.

If Lars marries you,
it's yours.

Garth, you're wrong.

I don't want to
take anything from you.

No one like you is gonna
cheat me out of anything.

Not after
what I heard.

[ bell ringing ]

You better
get some water.

You'll be smart to get out now,
take the wagon and go.

Oh.

[ horses neighing ]

Go on! Hey! Giddup!

Here, fetch it!

[ horse neighing ]

Lars, you all right?

Yeah, thank you,
thank you, Jess.

Get them all watered,

stay out until the ashes
stop falling.

You got to do better than that
to get me!

Sarah.

Ah.

Jess.

It'll be all right
for now.

The wind won't change again
till morning.

Ah, good.

You feel better,
min kare?

Mm-hmm.

Now you know why
I want you to stay in Laramie.

- [ giggles ]
- I'm sorry this happened.

If you want, Pa,
I can take her back there.

She ain't doing any good
around here anyway.

Garth, you will apologize
to Sarah.

You...

think you got one
coming?

He means...

I lied to you, Lars.

I'm not Sarah Deaks.

She died in a hospital
in Kansas City of pneumonia.

I took her place.

Don't you understand?

I'm a cheat, fraud,
dancehall girl.

Don't let her
fool you, Pa.

She's only telling you
because she knew I would.

What is your real name?

Zoe Carter.

Can't you see?
She's no good.

He knew about it too,
they were gonna keep it
to themselves.

Be quiet, boy.

First time I see her,
I know she is not my Sarah.

You knew all the time?

When I say,
"Valkommen, min kare,"

I see she does not
understand.

My Sarah would.

And Sarah promised
the first thing

she cook for me would be
Janssons frestelse,

not meat stew.

But if you knew,
why'd you let her

make a fool
out of you?

Nobody make a fool
of Lars.

I wait.

I wait to find out
about her for myself.

What's left to know?

Why such a woman would travel
such a great distance

to share life with a man
twice her age.

The place, Pa, the farm,
everything you own.

Yeah, maybe,
maybe not.

Jess, you would know
about that.

If I thought she was
after your money, Lars,

I'd have told you
before.

What does it matter
what he believes?

The damage is done.

Is that all you
wish me to know?

No.

Don't blame
Mr. Harper for this.

I asked him for time,
and he gave it to me.

He felt sorry for me.

It wasn't out of pity,
Lars.

Zoe thought she could
make a new life for herself.

She thought she could
make you happy.

And I believe she can.

If you were a friend of Pa's,
you wouldn't keep it from him.

You do not insult my friends,
not in my house.

She lies to you,
he covers up for her,

and I try to tell you
the truth.

So that makes him your friend
and I'm your enemy?

Wake up, Pa,
before it's too late!

I do not need
your advice, boy.

Sure, she's young
and good to look at,

but she's poison
for you, Pa.

Pure poison.

I'll go pack.

Not unless
you wish it.

You're asking me
to stay?

That is up to you.

You do much to save the barn,
I'm grateful for that.

Not much of a reason.

It is enough
for now.

What happens after
the gratitude wears out?

Maybe I ask you to go.

Doesn't seem to make
much point in staying.

It is a place to stay, to rest,
you would be fed,

but you will work
for what you get.

And pretty soon, I know
whether you can ever
take my Sarah's place.

If you decide to go, Zoe,
I'll take you back.

I thank you for everything,
Mr. Harper.

But I've come too far to
just turn around and go back.

Whoa.

Which of these roads
leads to the Carlson place?

One straight ahead.

Where the smoke's
coming from?

There's a fire up
in the hills,

been burning
for three days now.

Well, how closer
to the farm?

Too close, that's why I'm
bringing this water wagon in.

What about mine?

It ain't fit for pigs.

Pigs have
better manners.

You eat it.

Now!

[ sighs ]

You can stop running
now, Zoe.

Everything is
gonna be all right.

No, Hank, please.

You don't sound like
the same girl who said,

"I'll wait
for you, Hank.

Even if it takes ten years,
I'll wait."

I-- I wrote to you in prison,
I told you it was no good.

I tore it up.

The only thing that counts
is what's between you and me

when we're together.

Like when I left,
like right now.

Don't worry about the old man,
he won't give us any trouble.

How do you know
about him?

Well, the first thing I did

when I got out of prison
was look you up.

Your friend Clara
at the dancehall told me

how you planned
on throwing your life away

on some old coot out here.

I don't even know
if he wants me.

Well, as long as I want you,
what he wants don't matter,

so we won't go into that.
Now get your things together.

Can't you see it doesn't
make any difference

between us whether
I stay here or not?

You and I are through.

You and I will never
be through.

No, Hank.

I'm not going back to saloons
and boardinghouses

and hiding you out whenever
you get into trouble.

Why, you must be
kidding yourself.

We're two of a kind,
you'll never change,

I'll never change.

You don't fit in here.

If you stayed, you'd probably
run out on the old man

and more than likely crawl
for me to take you back.

I told you Lars has nothing
to do with it.

I never again want you
or your kind of life.

Sure, honey.

Now you just keep right on

trying to convince
yourself of that,

and when you're all through,

remember what we've
been to each other.

And just so you won't forget.

[ gasps ]

Is that the man you
were telling me about?

Hank Emory,
just got out of prison.

Maybe she didn't
tell you enough.

That's all I need
to know.

What about the old man?
Does he know?

No, and he ain't gonna know,
not from you anyway.

Well, don't count on it,
unless she leaves with me.

You're the only one
that's going, mister.

Now.

But no man ever called me

unless he was willing
to back it up with his hide

and I don't figure
you for that unless...

unless you're more interested
in Zoe than I thought.

Are you going or not?

Sure, sure, why not?

When Zoe comes to her senses,
I won't be too far away.

Hank, I'll use it.
I swear I will.

All right, Zoe, I'll go.

But I'll be back.

And when I do, I'm gonna
tell the old man

how it was between us.

LARS: The old man
don't want to hear.

You go now, mister,
or I use this.

You owe it to yourself
to hear it, Pa,

find out
what she's really like.

Garth is right.

You want to know about me,
he's an expert on the subject.

No.
What's past is past.

You'd like it to be,

but there are some
things that don't end.

Do they, Zoe?

And there are some
things you can't fight,

even with that thing.

Like how a man your age

expects to hold a healthy
woman like Zoe.

She's used to being gentled,
you got hands like corded wood.

- Lars!
- Ah!

You got something
that belongs to me, Zoe.

Be seeing you.

I'm sorry this had
to happen, Lars.

Even if you
don't see him again?

Especially if I don't
see him again.

Well, don't just stand.

Jess bring the water
wagon a long way,

there's a lot of work to do.

Jess, you hear anything
about the fire?

Yeah, it's burning out
of control, Lars.

It gets this far,
we've got to stop it.

Yeah, well, she don't
get past here.

I'll stay
and wet down the roof.

You're a good friend.

If this gets any worse,
you'd be better off in town

or at the ranch where I work.

I've been burned before.

Keep it coming.

[ g*nshots ]

[ Zoe screams ]

Jess, are you all right?

Yeah, get in the house!

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ horses approaching ]

h*! Hold.

How bad is it?

b*llet went through.

Mostly torn flesh.

Jess, I go get
that crazy k*ller.

Take it easy.

Just 'cause he only winged me
doesn't mean he can't
improve his aim.

Here, hold this
real tight.

- Little too tight?
- It's fine.

- You did a good job.
- [ sighs ]

Thanks.

I have plenty of experience
patching up Hank.

He's no good.

I'm to blame,
just as if I held the g*n.

Nobody's blaming you
for what he did.

I knew he'd cause trouble
if I didn't go with him.

I reckon we all did.

It's too late
to change that now.

He can be deadly
with a g*n.

He went to prison
over a gunfight.

He won't stop
till I give in.

Then somebody
has to stop him.

No, I won't be responsible
for anyone else getting hurt

because of me.

I should have gone away
with him before.

Look, giving up out
of fear is no reason.

Maybe so,
but the longer I stay here

the more trouble
I'll cause.

I have no right to do
that to you or Lars.

Zoe, you came a long way
and you took a big chance.

Don't throw it away, huh?

No. It's time I admitted
it was a mistake.

Lars doesn't want me.

He was the one
who asked you to stay.

That's because
he's kind and decent,

but we're worlds apart.

It's time I went back
where I belong.

You do, and you'll regret
it the rest of your life.

I know what I am.

I was wrong trying to deceive
myself I was something else.

You're whatever you want to be,
you're more than that.

You'd make any man proud
to have you for his wife.

Jess, you really
believe that?

Why don't you stay
and find out?

Oh, Jess.

Now maybe
you get the idea, Pa.

He'd like her to stay
because he wants
her for himself.

That's a filthy lie
and you know it.

You're a fine one to talk.

First your boyfriend
and now him.

You were my friend, Jess.

And because I still am,

you shouldn't be thinking
what you are.

Don't let him put a lie
on your mind, Lars.

I don't listen to him,
I see with my own eyes.

And just
what did they see?

I don't want to
talk about that.

You saw two people,

two friends reaching out
toward each other.

I needed strength
and comfort.

That's all Jess offered.

If we waited a couple
more minutes,

she wouldn't be
talking so innocent now.

How'd you like to make a meal
out of your own teeth?

Stop it, both of you!

There's nothing left to fight
about, it's all finished.

Listen to me, Lars.

Just before you came in,
Zoe said she wanted to leave,

so nobody else would
get hurt on her account.

I bet you talked her
into staying though.

I told you
to stay out of this!

No, Jess,
no more trouble, please.

I'm just trying to make him see
what a mistake he's making.

The mistake
is already made.

- Lars.
- Let him go.

Better this way.

All right, if that's
the way you want it.

It's what everybody wants,

including
your g*n-happy friend.

When I was out looking for him,

I found every water
barrel smashed.

You stay around
here much longer,

there won't be anything
left of this place.

Sorry, Zoe, I guess I didn't
help things out much.

You helped me
make up my mind.
I'll be leaving.

You better stay
the night here.

I'll come back in the morning
with a buckboard

and take you into Laramie.

Jess, you can stop
feeling sorry for me.

I'm a big girl, I can
always go back to
what I was doing before.

I'd hate to see
you do that.

Well, beggars
can't be choosers.

I'll always think
of this as a happy memory.

Chance where I got
to breathe some air

and wash some dirt off.

Best of all, I--
I got to meet you.

Good night, Zoe.

It's leapfrogged
right in front of us.

We better go back,
we'll never get through.

We'll try that way.

There's a steep cliff
over there that--

- It's too steep
for the horses.
- We'll try it anyway.

- Oh, please, Hank.
- We're not going back!

[ horse neighing ]

He's not gonna change
my mind either.

Lars would have been here,

but I made him go back
and watch the place.

You saved his life, friend.

He wants you back,
Zoe, he needs you.

The old man
don't talk so good.

He reads even worse.
I saw the letter Zoe left him.

He meant what he said, Zoe.

Lars wants to spend the rest
of his life with you.

All right, you delivered
the message.

Now turn your horse around
and keep going, hmm?

When she tells me to.

Well, I've had
a belly full of you, friend.

Now you clear out
or fill your hand.

Please, Jess,
go, do what he says.

Because you want it
that way or he does?

- It doesn't matter.
- I don't believe that.

Then you better draw...

now.

Ah!

I didn't know he meant
that much to you.

He doesn't, but he'd be
alive if it wasn't for me.

When are you gonna stop blaming
yourself for everything?

He wasn't gonna
let you stay,

and he wasn't gonna
let you go back.

You can't stop a man
like that with talk.

Should I be happy
about it, Jess?

All right, he was
just another g*nman,

you did what you had to do.

But maybe
I'm just bad luck.

Maybe I always have
been for everybody.

[ horse approaching ]

So it is done.

Who's watching the place?

That is not important now,
Jess.

I could not stay
not knowing.

I'm sorry I--
I had to come.

Zoe, you know
why I am here.

It is proper
that I ask you myself.

Please, Lars,
don't say any more.

Jess didn't tell you?

Yes.

Well, what is it then,
min kare?

You shouldn't
call me that.

Oh, you cannot forgive Lars
for what he has done.

Forgive you?

If anyone needs
forgiveness, it's me.

And I don't deserve it.

Please, Zoe,
no more tears.

I know women cry
and sometimes it helps,

but you cry
for the wrong thing.

You have never done
anything except--

Except to cheat
and lie and...

start with a lie
I never stopped.

No, I started to say you
have never done anything

except bring
a little sunshine

in the life
of a clumsy old farmer

with dirty hands
and not much brains.

Zoe, please stay.

Please become my wife.

My land, my house,
they are empty without you.

Lars.

We go home?

Oh, Lars, I'm so sorry.

I hoped
it might not happen.

I came after you
to offer you a home,

but now I have
nothing to offer.

You might have saved it
if you'd have stayed
to fight it, Lars.

Perhaps, I do not know.

But when I asked myself
which is of greater importance,

Zoe or the farm...

then I know it is nothing
without her.

You did that for me?

Yes, for you,
or for us, I thought.

Do you still want me?

You know the answer
to that, min kare.

I already accepted, Lars.

But even if there is nothing
but our clothes on our backs,

and the few dollars
I saved in the bank?

At least nobody can say
I married you for your money.

DAISY: Oh, my.

"Damage from the blaze
has been estimated at $10,000.

Credit for checking
the flames

goes to a number
of local ranchers

who fought for three days

before bringing
the fire under control."

Hey, that's us.
We're the local ranchers.

Hey, girl,
what are you doing, huh?

Hey, Mike, your popcorn's
on fire!

Gee, Slim, I'm sorry.

Well, it's sure a good thing
you weren't on that fire line.

The whole Wyoming territory
would have gone up in smoke.