Love's Long Journey (2005) - full transcript

- Listen, you're gonna
be okay, now. Come on.

- Dear ma and pa,

the Bible says, "for everything
there is a season."

And after two years
of marriage,

the time has finally come
for Willie and me

to put down roots
on a ranch of our own.

We left the wagon train today

and are heading out alone

through desolate
and beautiful country.

It's not green,
like the farm.

More golden.



As you can tell
by my handwriting,

the way is pretty bumpy.

Willie's worried that we got
a late start leaving Denver.

August is not a good month
to start up a ranch.

I did get a full year
of teaching in,

and we can use the money.

We also may be
starting up something else;

namely, your first grandchild.

I haven't told Willie yet.

He's got so much
on his mind already.

There will be plenty of time
to tell him after we've settled.

For everything,
there is a season.

Willie, can you pull up
for a minute?

- Feel better?



- Yes.

- Bound to be sick,
pitching around in that wagon.

- You know, there's
still a couple of hours

left of daylight.

We can keep going
if you want.

- No, that's okay.

We'll get an early start
in the morning.

Come on, I'll help you
get supper started.

- Looks like
they're alone, Trent.

Just out for a...

Little romantic ride
in the country.

- Shouldn't we do
a roundabout,

make sure they ain't part
of a wagon train or something?

I'm tired.

What I'd like
would be a hot bath,

a bottle of whiskey,
and a woman.

- Well, one out of three
ain't bad.

- What do you say?

- Enough talk.

Let's make me rich today.

- Sounds like
he ties his gun down.

- So do we.

- But your average rancher
don't tie his gun down, Mason.

That's the point.

- What do you say, Trent?

- Some other time, maybe.

- Willie, bring some forks
when you come.

- Welcome, folks.

- Thank you, sir.

- Frank Taylorson,

proud owner of the greatest
general store in these parts.

- Oh, Missie Lahaye.

And this is my husband Willie.

- Pleasure.

You folks just
passin' through?

- Figuring on staying.

- Oh, well, that's good news
to Texford junction.

- Well, if you could just
show us the land offices,

Mr. Taylorson.

- Yes, sir.
About two doors down.

Good-bye.

- This is the tract
you'll be homesteading.

Just north
of the Mcclain place.

- See?
There's the main creek

threading
through the middle.

Plenty of branches
for the cattle to wander.

- It's a good place
to start a family.

Here's the deed.

I wish you folks
the very best of luck.

Many come, not many last.

- We'll last.

- With hard work
and a lot of prayer.

- With hard work
and a lot of prayer.

Oh!

What are you doing?

- Next to marrying you,

it's the happiest day
of my life.

- Our life.

- Missie Lahaye,

as god is my witness,

I swear to work harder
than any man

to build you a home
on this land.

We'll raise a family,

and watch generations
after generations of Lahayes

thrive and prosper.

- Well, Willie...

I have something
to say about that.

Hey, get back here!

Get back here!

Hey, hey, hey.

- I didn't see nothin',
mister, honest!

- Chicken thieves start early
in these parts.

- That's the first child
I've seen.

- Yep.

Glad you brought all those books
just for that one.

- I'm sure there are more.

- First, the ranch.

Then teaching.

Then everything else.

- Everything else?

- You know what I mean.

What were you gonna tell me
before that chicken
butted in?

- Just that, uh...

That I'm happy too, Willie.

Hello, young man.

- Howdy.

- I'm Missie Lahaye.
What's your name?

- Jeff huff, ma'am.

- How old are you, Jeff huff?

- 12 years old, ma'am.

- Did you catch that chicken?

- No, got distracted
by your smoochin'.

Sorry, ma'am.

- Well, I'm sorry we caused you
to lose your chicken.

- Oh, weren't mine, anyway.

Just foolin' around.

- Willie!
- Sonny, Sonny!

Where you been?
I've been waitin' so long
for you to come back.

Where have you been?
Sonny!

Where you been, Sonny?

- "Where you been, Sonny?"

- Ow.
- Leave him be.

I mean it.

- Just havin' a little fun
with your little brother, Sonny!

- Take easy, Mason.

Why don't you and I
go in and have a drink?

Sonny...

You can go play.

- Don't go embarrassing me
like that!

- Sorry, Sonny.

- Got you somethin'.

Easy there, Jeff.

That widow feed you?
I pay her good money.

- I don't like it there, Sonny.

I wanna go with you.

- Yeah, well, you can't.

I told you that 100 times.

- Whoa.

I'll build you a house
a lot better than that one.

- Oh, no.

Willie, this house
is just fine.

Let's go take a look.

Oh! Oh!

Ahem!

Humble as it may be,
sweetheart,

this is the first home
of our own

that we've ever had.

- No stove.

- I can use the fireplace.

My cooking can't get any worse
than it is right now.

Lord, bless this house

and all who enter.

Amen.

- Dearest family...

I miss you and the small
creature comforts.

Sometimes, I can almost
hear your voices

in the soft prairie wind.

I worry about Willie.

He works with a ferocity
that sometimes scares me.

He's so concerned
we won't be ready for winter.

I've still not found the right
time to tell him about the baby.

Willie and I went riding
over our land.

What a beautiful country
the lord has made.

Just the other day,
we saw Indians
on our ridgeline.

Willie is very concerned
for my safety,

though there hasn't been
any Indian attacks

in years in these parts.

Willie and I are sending you
a treasure map

to our hard-earned savings,

which we just buried
in the wilds of our new ranch.

I certainly hope you never
need to use it.

Willie doesn't trust banks
out here.

And...this is a strange
and wild place.

- I been punching cattle
over three years, Mr. Lahaye.

Less experience than some,
but more than others.

- Where you hail from, Henry?

- What does that matter?

I'm here now.

- All right.

I suppose it's none
of my business anyway.

No offense.
- None taken.

If...you give me a job.

- How.

Uh, I'm Missie Lahaye.

My husband and I, uh,
homestead this place.

We raise, uh, cattle.

- This..."how"...

What is that
supposed to mean?

- You speak English?

- That's what they tell me.

I'm Miriam redhawk Mcclain.

Married to Sean Mcclain.

We homestead the next tract
to the south of here.

- Oh, we're neighbors.

- Mm-hmm.
Yes, ma'am.

- Oh!

Please...please come in.

- I don't understand.
Mr...

- Just "Scottie" is fine.

Been a cowboy
since I was a kid.

Done everything
there is to do.

- Well, how come
you haven't been hired

by one of the big outfits?

- I can't use this no more,
so...

Most people
think I'm washed up.

But I learned to get by
with my left.

You take me on, Mr. Lahaye,

and I won't let you down.

- You got yourself a job.

- I'm just getting started.

Trying to make this place
into a home.

Please, sit.

I think I have one last jar

of strawberry preserves...

That I've been saving
for just such an occasion.

Please. Here.

Now, this here is a county fair
blue ribbon winner.

- Mmm.

Mmm!

This is very good.

You must teach me
how to make this.

- Oh, my mother made it.

I'm not a very good cook.

When I was growing up,
I mostly helped out my pa.

Riding horses,
plowing the field.

Tending to the chickens.

- Then you will do
very well here.

Many women who come here
are soft.

They don't know
how to do these things.

You do.

- Still, I feel that
my husband would prefer

a good meal.

I brought you some things.

It is too late
to start a garden this year,

so corn, potatoes, beets.

- Oh, thank you, Miriam.

- We are neighbors.

The last family that was here,
well...

They could have asked us
for more help.

But...

I think they feared
my Shoshone ways.

- Oh, well,
my husband and I

will be grateful
for whatever help we can get.

Um, what is in there?

- The secret to flaky biscuits.

Pig lard.

Excuse me.
Sorry. Excuse, sorry.

- What do you think
about these?

- We'll breed 'em.

Would you be a Mr. Lahaye?

- I would.
- Well, I am Fyn Anders.

I would like job, sir,
if please.

- Uh, what kind of foreigner
is you, son?

- I come from Norway
on boat...

To find adventure and, uh,
big, wide open spaces.

- Well, you have any experience
around cattle?

- No, sir.

But I am big.
Strong.

On horse?

- Well...Fyn Anders
from Norway...

This'll be strictly
trial basis.

I hope you learn fast.

- Don't worry, Mr. Lahaye.

I learn good and fast.

You betcha.

- Yeah.

- Good cow.

- The boys'll love the jam.

And so will their pa.

- Sure I can't give you
any biscuits?

No!

Thank you, though.

- Well, maybe next time,

I'll make them
with the pig lard.

If I don't retch.

- When you're ready
to bring this little one
into the world,

I will be there.

I've delivered many babies.

- Oh, Miriam, thank you!

I'll bring some books
for the boys.

- Good.

I don't want them growing up
illiterate like their pa.

Very nice to meet you,
neighbor.

- You too.

- Here comes trouble.

- I, uh, heard you were
hiring some cowpokes.

- Jobs are filled.

- Well, if this is the bunch
you hired...

You're really scratching
the bottom of the barrel.

Too bad you just couldn't
have waited a bit.

Hired some real men.

- So where would I find
these real men?

- Me.

Me and my boys.

Not only can we rope...

And ride...

But most important,

we can shoot.

- Hey, mister.

I bet you can't shoot
worth nothin'!

- Why don't I start
with you?

- Trent, come on.

Let's get out of here.

- Well, we got some cows
to drive.

So watch them
and do likewise.

- You betcha, boss.

- Mr. Lahaye,
how would you feel

about hiring on another
brokedown ol' cowboy?

- Well, I suppose I wouldn't
feel so good about that,

Mr...

- My name is cookie!

- You're a cook?

- Ha ha! You're real quick.

- 'Fraid I can't afford
another hand right now.

- Strictly on a trial basis.

- Hyah! Hyah!

- It's a beautiful herd,
Willie!

- This way.
Come on.

- Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

- This way!

- How you doin', Mrs. Lahaye?

- My dearest Missie,

the prospect
of being grandparents

fills us with such joy
and pride.

I can only imagine
how happy you must be.

And by now, I'm sure
you've shared the happy news

with that hardworking
son-in-law of mine.

I can still remember
the exact moment

when your mother told me
about you.

I was standing in the kitchen
eating breakfast,

and most of all I remember

how radiant your mother looked
when she told me.

And as for you,
my strong daughter,

I hope you
are feeling well

and that it is
an easy pregnancy for you.

I love you, darlin'.

- My wife and my initials.

- Fine idea...
Including her.

- All this would be nothing
without her.

- Therefore a man shall
leave his father and mother.

Cleave to his wife.

They shall be as one.

- Genesis.
You know your Bible.

- Yes.

Yes, good reading material.

Anyway, I'm happy for you.

A good marriage, that's...

Something to be treasured.

- You speaking from experience?

Scottie!
- Yeah?

- Ready for another one?

- Not just yet!

Hold on.

- Where you off to?

- I'm taking some books
to our neighbors in the plains.

Be back in a couple of hours.

- She sure is a better rider
than I am.

- Ho, ho, ho.

Buffalo.

- It ain't done by white men,
neither.

White men only
take the pelt.

Injuns use just about
everything...

The hide, the meat,
the horns.

Some of the bones.

- Yeah, Missie and I
saw some Indians

riding south last week.

All this beef is better
than this buffalo meat any day.

- Well, there ain't been
injun trouble in these parts

for quite a while.

- Let's tell the boys.

- Lord...give this horse
wings to fly.

Yah!

Fyn. Go spell Scottie.

There's some sick cows
that need to be brought in.

- Yes, boss.

- Uh, Mrs. Lahaye
in the house?

- No, sir.

She up and took some books

over to your neighbors,
the Mcclains.

Boy, she sure can ride!

- Miriam!

- You are safe here,
Mrs. Lahaye.

- I'm so sorry.

Putting the scare
into this poor woman.

- We were just having
a little fun.

- You listen to sharp claw!

- Is it trouble
you want for us?

My apologies, Mrs. Lahaye.

- Missie, this...
This is my brother, sharp claw.

- I give you my word,
Mrs. Lahaye.

My young hunters
meant no harm.

Except a laugh
at your expense.

Their proper behavior
when they saw you

should have been
to make sure

that you arrived
at your destination safely.

Especially a woman
in your condition.

- Oh.

And this is my husband Sean.

- Pleasure to meet you,
madame.

- Nice meeting you.

- And Robert and Bruce.

- Hello, boys.

- Please.

- Can we take our books?

- Yes, they're yours.

Children, these
are the same books

used in almost every school
in America.

- Who is this Mcguffey?

- An Ohio schoolmaster,

who felt a burden from god

to teach all American children
how to read.

- American children?

- Yes, sir.

And that includes those
whom our late President Lincoln

called native American.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lahaye.

Now you all have your books.

All you men and children out.

We have women's business
to talk about.

Yes.

- Sharp claw!

Over there.

- Willie.

This is Miriam.

And her husband Sean.

And her brother sharp claw.

- We're on our way
to the mountains.

We intend only
to take some buffalo.

I have given strict orders
that no cattle are to be harmed,

and those orders
will be obeyed.

- Are you ready to go home,
Missie?

Mr. Mcclain,
Mrs. Mcclain.

Sharp claw.

- Good-bye.
Thank you.

- Good-bye.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

- He'll be good
in a couple of weeks.

- First time I ever
seen 'em go like that.

- Well...

- Just what did you think
you were doing, Missie?

- I was taking some Mcguffey
readers over to the Mcclains.

Miriam asked me to teach
her children how to read.

- How come you never told me
about Miriam's visit?

I'm worried about you
riding alone.

It's too dangerous.

You won't be doing this again,
Missie!

- Oh, yes, I will!

- Oh, no, you won't!

- Oh, yes, I will!

- Missie...

Sweetheart.

- Do you miss teaching
this much?

- No, that's not why
I'm crying.

- Then why?

- Because I truly believe

that the lord
sent Miriam mcclain to us.

- And why would he do a thing
like that?

- To bring our baby
into the world.

Healthy.

And hearty.

- Our baby?

Missie...

Please,
Willie, don't worry.

Miriam will be my midwife.

She's delivered
all the babies in her village

for many years.

- Our baby?

- Oh, Willie,
aren't you happy?

- I'm the happiest man alive.

- Oh!

- Good grub, cookie.

- Mmm.

- Very good.

- Perfect for a brisk night
like this.

- Here's a blanket
to keep off the cold.

- Don't give her
that old horse blanket.

You, uh, you take mine,
Mrs. Lahaye.

- Oh, no.
Well, thank you both.

But I'm fine.

You told them?

- I'd like to raise
a coffee cup to, uh...

Seeing as this
is the strongest we got...

To Mr. and Mrs. Lahaye

and their happy news.

- So say we all.
- Hear, hear.

Here's to all of you.

- Thank you.

Willie...

- Hmm?

What is it?
I'm awake.

They were just so kind
and concerned tonight.

- What, the hands?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yep.

- What about their families?

- I really don't know
much about them.

But...they're good workers.

That's the most
important thing.

- Shouldn't we know
if they have families or not?

- Missie...

Lots of times
cowboys come out here

to get away from things.

You gotta respect that.

- Still, it seems like
such a lonely life.

- You're gonna be
a wonderful mother.

- You saw them.

- Well, just like you figured.

They's all by their lonesome.

- Let's make me rich today.

- Willie says
you know the good book.

Sunday mornings,
my husband and I

read the Bible
and pray together.

You're invited to join us.

- Well, thank you,
Mrs. Lahaye,

but, uh,
I don't think so.

- Aren't you
a churchgoing man, Henry?

- Actually,
I used to be a preacher.

- A preacher?

- Yeah, well...

The lord Giveth...

And the lord Taketh away.

- What did he
take away from you?

- Something very special.

My wife.

- Fyn.

Come here.

Need you
to reshoe this horse.

- Yes, boss.

- Morning, Mrs. Mcclain.

- Mr. Lahaye.

- You and Missie
going into town today?

- Yes, we are.

- Mrs. Mcclain, I know
when we first met, I was...

- Out here...Neighbors
need one another, Mr. Lahaye.

- I couldn't agree more.

Please.

- Thank you.

- Just take it up.

- You make it look
so easy, Sonny.

- Well, practiced
lots of hours

to make it look like that.

Okay, come here.

Remember how I showed you.

You coil it
in your left hand...Like that.

Make sure there
ain't no kinks in the line.

This is the noose.

Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- Let's see what you got.

Twistin' your wrist.

When you're ready,
cast it off.

- Ohh, missed again.

- That's all right.
Keep practicing.

Get another rope.

- Good day.

I'm Missie Lahaye.

He seems like a nice boy.

- My brother.

- I'm glad to hear
that he has family.

I've been a little
worried about him.

- He's fine.

- And your mother and father?

- They're gone.

No offense, ma'am, but...

It ain't your business,

worrying about someone
who's not your kin.

- It's just Christian charity,
Mr. Huff.

- I hope we're not
interrupting you, ma'am.

- What do you want, Trent?

- Think you better
get saddled up.

We got some ridin' to do.

- Sonny, I did it!

I roped the post!

- Gotta go now.

Behave yourself.
Keep practicing.

- You'll be back, though?

- You know it.

Got my rope.

- Is Sonny gone a lot?

- It's his job.

He's making money so we can
have a ranch of our own someday.

- He sounds like
a very good brother.

- Bought yourself
a strong breed.

- We'll know more
after roundup.

Let's call it a day.

- Now, children...

And Mr. Mcclain...

I want you to write
these letters on your slates.

And sound them out.

When you know them,

you'll have mastered
the entire alphabet.

Help each other out.

- The weather's Turing cold.

Sharp claw and his camp
will be leaving tomorrow,

and you probably shouldn't
get a chill riding over.

- So...this is my last class
for a while?

- The children have learned
much from you,

Mrs. Lahaye.

- Keep at it, Mr. Mcclain.

Having a turbulent time

finding a word
that starts with an "x."

That is a difficult letter.

- Sean's always used
an "x" to sign his name.

- Well, not for much longer.

- Snow'll be coming soon.

- Now, remember,

really sound out
the words with them.

And when I come back,

they'll be ready
for the advanced readers.

- I'll keep them on it.

- Good.

God go with you
and your family, sharp claw.

- Thank you.

- Miriam.

I'll be seeing you.

- Yes, you will.

Safe travel.

- Thank you.

Good-bye.

Come.

Willie and the ranch hands
have worked hard

to ensure the livestock
survive the long winter.

- That patch over there,

that's gonna be
all your peas...

- Cookie and I
have prepared the soil

for a large garden
next spring.

I so enjoy his companionship

and his cooking.

- Yeah, I just might make a...

A sweet tater patch.

- Ah.

- We could have
large potatoes in here.

- It's all coming together.

It's beginning to feel
like...Home.

Now, as we wait for snow,

the ranch hands have time
to go into town

for some well-deserved
relaxation.

- This time I got
a better hand...

- Don't tell us what you got.

- How many?
- Three.

- Oh, three cards.

- As for Willie,

he still works harder
than anyone.

Maybe more now,
knowing the baby's coming.

As we prepare for winter,

I'm reminded of Isaiah

preparing the way
for our savior's birth.

And I think warmly
of all of you

as Christmas approaches.

Are you warm enough?

- I'm fine.

Why are you always so warm?

Even your feet.

- Well, someone's gotta warm
them icy toes of yours.

Ah.

I guess that's why
we're a perfect match.

- The sky looks like snow.

We're lucky it held off
this long.

- You know,
I was thinking today,

this is gonna be our first
Christmas in this house, Willie.

- I bet you miss your family.

All those family traditions
you talk about.

- Yeah, sure.
I miss them.

But we'll start
new traditions here.

- Well, with the weather
settling in,

this might be our last chance
to get into town for a while.

Better tell Santa
what you want for Christmas.

- No, nothing store bought.

That would be just a waste
of money.

- Well, what, then?

- All I want for Christmas

is to be surrounded
by the people we care about.

Mm.

- This here's mine.

- No.

- You got the watch.

- I got...

The watch
because mine broke.

It's a practical thing.

I have to know the time

in order to steal.

- Give me more money.

- No.

- You got two brooches
and a watch,

and I don't got
none of that.

- Got you salt
and pepper shaker and, uh...

- You ever wish you had
a place to call your own?

- More coffee?

- Men...

Mrs. Lahaye would
like to say something.

- Well, as you all know,

Christmas will be here
before we know it.

- Santa Claus
will never find us

all the way
out here, I bet.

- He will if my wife has
anything to say about it.

- Willie and I would like
to cordially invite you all

to Christmas dinner.

Unless you have
other places to be.

Well, then, that settles it.

Christmas dinner
with all the trimmings.

- Trimmings?

Now, where do you
rustle up some of those?

- Well, I was hoping you might
help me, cookie.

- Uh-huh.

- Here you go!

- I got that.

- Mrs. Lahaye!
Mrs. Lahaye!

- Jeff! What is it?

- Mrs. Lahaye,
I got something from Sonny.

- What's it say?

- Not sure.

- Come here.

"Dear little brother,

"it's real hot here.

"I'll bring you some beans

"that jump all by themselves.

"Stay good, and I'll
see you after Christmas.

Sonny."

- Best be going, Missie.

- Well...thank you,
Mrs. Lahaye.

- That boy's got one speed:

Runn'.

- By the time this arrives,

I expect it will be nigh on
to Christmas.

I think on how long the world
lay in darkness

before the light of the world
was born

in that humble little stable.

We have been blessed
to receive his light,

not only to live
in hope ourselves,

but to take hope to others.

I am sending you something

which I know you'll remember
from many Christmases past.

May it start a new tradition
in the Lahaye household

and remind you
we are there in spirit,

sharing your first Christmas
on the ranch.

And know we will miss you.

But our hearts are forever
knit together in love.

- I don't know if I should...

- Round, take it round,
Henry.

Round. Okay?

- Here.

Fyn.
Come on, fyn, hurry up.

- I just don't understand

why Willie had to go
into town on Christmas Eve.

- Well, I'm sure he'll be along
shortly, ma'am.

- Well...

- Willie Lahaye,
where have you been?

It's Christmas Eve!

- I know.

There's gonna be one more
for Christmas, Missie.

- Merry Christmas,
Mrs. Lahaye.

- Merry Christmas, Jeff.

Oh!

Please come in.
Come in.

There's just
one thing missing.

This star...Stood on top
of every Christmas tree we had

when I was growing up.

Go ahead.

- Here you go, little man.

Really?

- Ah, that was good.

- Mmm, thank you,
Mrs. Lahaye.

This is...The finest
Christmas dinner I've had in...

Many a year.

- Many a year?

Is the best one
I ever had.

Well, thank you,

but I couldn't have
done it without cookie.

- Heh, well,
thank you, ma'am.

- Now is it time
to open presents?

- Presents?

- Yes, Jeff, I think now
it's time to open presents.

- All right, let's see.

Uh, fyn.

- Scottie.

- Oh.

- Henry.

And...Jeff.

Oh, me.

And cookie.

Here you go.

- Well, go ahead.
Open 'em up.

- Ohh.

Heh.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lahaye.

- This is the best Christmas
I ever had.

- Me too.

- What is it, Scottie?

- This is the...
First Christmas present

I ever got.

- Well, gentlemen,

I know how you all feel
about Bible reading.

But it wouldn't be Christmas
without it.

So you are welcome to stay,
but if you want to leave...

- I believe I’d...
Like to stay, ma'am.

- Yeah, I'd like
to stay too.

- Me too, ma'am.

- Gospel according to Luke?

- "And so...

"Joseph went up from Galilee
to the city of Nazareth...

"To Judea...

"To be enrolled with Mary,
his betrothed,

"who was with child.

"And while they were there,

"the time came for her
to be delivered.

"And she gave birth
to her firstborn son.

"And she wrapped him
in swaddling clothes

"and laid him in a manger.

"And an angel of the lord
appeared above them.

"And the glory of the lord
shown around them.

"And they were
filled with fear.

"And the angel said to them,

"be not afraid,
for behold

"I bring you good news
of a great joy,

"which will come
to all the people.

"For unto you this day
is born

"in the city of David

the savior,
who is Christ the lord."

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- How.

I've missed you, neighbor.

- I've missed you too.

- Sonny! Sonny!

Oh, now, isn't that sweet.

- Is there nothing good
and decent with you guys?

- Mason, come on.

Let's give 'em
some privacy.

- Oh, well, that's just
real nice of you, Trent.

- Oh, I really got a lot
of stuff to tell you about.

Um...it's kind of hard
to know where to start.

- Well, I'm starting
with two glasses of whiskey...

- Read 'em and weep!

- I'll go around back
and get that for you.

- Deal, boys.

- Let's go
with the old man.

Don't blow it.

- That's a pair right there.

- Mind if I sit in?

- Uh, we're
just about to leave.

I'm out.

- Ah, come on, Scottie.

Just a few more hands.

I can win it all back.
I feel it.

- Ah, let's go, fyn...You're
almost out of money anyway.

- Ah, Lahayes
don't pay you?

- Well, like all cowboys,

we get paid
when the cattle is sold.

- No, no, no.
Mr. Lahaye pay us anyway.

He dig up a tin of dollar bills
just to pay us.

It's like a...
A buried treasure!

- Don't listen to him.
He's drunk.

- "Just like buried treasure."

- Oh, Henry's going
to Sunday morning meeting.

- Well, maybe I should
be going too.

If believin'
the way they does

makes them the way they is,

it bides
looking into sometime.

- Henry,

will you be so kind
as to lead us in prayer?

- I don't know, ma'am.

I'm...I'm afraid
I'm out of practice.

Kind of...

Kind of hard to...

Start, you know.

- It's okay to stumble.

He's ready to catch you.

- Ahem.

Lord...

Sometimes...

We look but don't perceive.

Sometimes we listen,

but don't understand.

Please open our ears
and eyes

to your truth.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- It's open to everyone
on Sunday.

- Fyn!

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

Please come in.

- I'm sorry, boss.

He got the jump on me.

- What do you want?

- I want your money.

Let's go.
Follow him.

Get up!
Move it out.

- Hey there! Come on.

- Let's go!

Come on!

- Come on, come on.

Good Sunday mornin'
to y'all.

- Sonny?

- Jeff, I...

I didn't know.
I thought you was in town.

- What you doin'?

- Ain't this sweet.

- All right, all of you,
sit down.

- Come on.

- You too, kid.

- Just do as the man says.

- I'll just go over
and get my treasure map!

- Leave her alone!

- Now...I missed on purpose.

But I won't do it twice.

- Please, you can see
she's expecting.

- So am I.

I'm expecting
to come back here

with more money
than I left with.

- I don't know
what makes you think

that there's any money.

- Well...

Your Norwegian cowpoke

has a tendency to
run off at the mouth

after a couple of pints.

Showin' off his money

and braggin'
about how his boss

has a treasure buried
on his land.

Tie him up.

- You do as he says, Missie.

You'll be all right.

You remember
where we dug that hole?

- I think I remember.

- You'll be fine.

- Uhh!

Ah, all right.

Enough said.

Let's make me rich today!

Hyah.

Hurry it up!

- I need something
to dig with.

- Well, then, use your hands!

Make it quick.

Is that it or not?

Well, then, toss it over!

You're gonna
have to show me

where the rest
of the money is.

- But you...
You have all the money.

There is no more.

- No, I don't
have all the money.

'Cause that Norwegian...

He wasn't spendin' silver.

He was spendin' cash.

- I could just about eat me
a whole side of beef right now.

- Well, if you
turn me loose,

I'll cook you
whatever you want.

Like rat stew.

- Oh, and, now, how stupid
do you think I am?

- You're working for Trent,
ain't you?

- Equal partners
is what we is.

- That right, Sonny?

You equal partners
with these lowlifes?

- Shut your mouth!

- Heh. Ooh.

- Why don't you tell
your brother, Sonny?

Why don't you tell him
what you do to make money?

Tell him how all you do
is Rob innocent people.

Probably been involved
in a murder or two.

- That's a lie!

Tell him he's wrong, Sonny.

You ain't never
killed nobody.

- Tell him, Sonny, tell...

Tell him you ain't
like these other bad men.

- I ain't never killed nobody.

Never!

Don't you see?

I'm doing this
for us, Jeff.

Our future, you and me

and the life
we're trying to have.

- No, Sonny.

You can't mean that.

What would ma and pa say
about your thievin' ways?

- They'd say,
"good for you, Sonny."

Tryin' to make a life for you
and your little brother."

- So you think...

They're looking down
from heaven right now,

and they're proud of ya?

- Aren't you tired of living
in that boarding house?

Huh?

No place
that's really yours?

I want a better life
for us, Jeff.

That's why I'm doin' this.

- But these folks
are my friends, Sonny.

Mrs. Lahaye been
teaching me to read.

Mr. Lahaye fetches me
for the Sunday meetings,

and he's teaching me
ranchin'.

- These are the kind of people
things always work out for!

They'll be fine!

We ain't takin'
nothin' from them

they can't get back
ten times over.

When this is over,
you and me

can spend all the time
you want together.

- Get it out of there.

Toss it to me.

- You got a key for this?

- No.

- Can't trust nobody no more.

All right.

Isn't that pretty?

Whoo eeh.

- Put your hands in the air.

- You know how to use that?

- I missed on purpose.

I won't do it twice.

- Shootin' a man's
a different story.

A good Christian woman
like yourself

wouldn't hurt anyone.

So whatcha gonna do?

- That's two more shots.

- Rahr!

- Sonny, I could use
a little help here!

- Ohh!

Uhh!

- This is for your own good.

- Look.

- Where's the woman, Trent?
What did you do?

- Missie.

- Where is she?!

Go get her!
Go find her!

What are you doing here?
- It's all right, Jeff.

I will. I will.

- Get her.
- Jeff, it's all right.

Listen to me!
Listen to me!

I will, Jeff.

What'd you do
with that girl?

Where is she?

It's all right.

It's all right, Jeff.
It's all right.

Where is she, Trent?

You better tell me
she ain't hurt,

or so help me...

- Stand up slowly.

Drop your gun, Sonny,
or he's dead!

- Missie.

- Missie?

- Sonny,
go cut Willie loose!

And don't you so much
as Nick him!

- Find it hard to believe
you got the drop on Trent.

- I got his gun
and his dignity.

- Missie...

Pick up the gun
and move away from him.

- Looks like you got me.

- Sonny!

Tie him up,
just like you did us.

And maybe we'll ask the law
to spare your life.

- Here, let me help you
with that, Sonny.

- Gah!
- Sonny!

- It's okay.

Just don't go away, Sonny.

No.

Don't go away.

Fix him up, won't you?

He wouldn't have hurt you.

- Oh, I would fix him
if I could.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

I'm so sorry
for what I done, ma'am.

Please forgive me.

Don't hold my deeds
against him.

He's got no one now.

He's got nobody.

- Oh, no,
forgiveness is yours, Sonny.

He'll be with us now,
I promise.

- You grow up to be a man

that pa...

Would be proud of.

You hear me, Jeff?

- Yeah. I will.

- And you promise me...

You won't spend your days
missin' me.

- Ask me no questions,

I'll tell you no lies.

Uhh! Uhh!

- I'll pray for you, Sonny.

- No, don't go wasting
your prayers on me, ma'am.

I done too many bad things
for god to be forgivin'.

- Long ago, there was a thief

left on a cross to die,
just like you, Sonny.

But then he heard the glorious
words of the lord

about redemption.

And he knew that very day

he was gonna be in paradise.

- He's waitin' for you, Sonny.

You go with god.

"Thou anointest
my head with oil

"and my cup runneth over.

"Surely goodness and mercy

"shall follow me
all the days of my life.

"And I will dwell
in the house of the lord

forever."

Amen.

- Jeff's part
of our family now.

- Yeah.

If someday he wants
to take the Lahaye name...

Well, I'd be fine
with that too.

- That would be nice, Willie.

- We are gonna need
a bigger house.

I was thinking I could
knock out this back wall.

Maybe put in a bedroom
or two.

Willie...

- Yeah?

- I think maybe you should
put your boots back on.

It's time.

- But Miriam said we were
still a few weeks away.

- No, I think you best
be gettin' Miriam.

Now!

- What's the matter?

- You're gonna sleep
in the bunk house tonight, Jeff.

Just like a real cowboy.

I'm havin' the baby.

Ohh!

Aah!

- Maybe I'll go, uh,
check on those cattle.

- Okay, sure.

- I'll go with you.

- Ah, maybe I'll
wait a little bit.

- Okay.

Yeah, I'll wait.

- It ain't your firstborn
you're worrying about.

Now quit it.
You're making the boss crazy.

- It's gotten
awfully quiet in there.

- It's a boy!

Willie...

Come and meet your son.

- We never did get around

to deciding
what to name him.

- I was thinking...

Matthew.

After your brother.

Matthew Isaiah Lahaye.

- Matty.

It fits.

- Shoo.

Shoo.

She needs her rest.

- It's all right, Miriam.

You can come closer.

Hello.

I remember thinking that day,

we had finally reached
the end of our journey.

But now I know
that the journey's long

and lasts a lifetime.

Each day on the ranch,

I'm reminded of god's plan

in the never-ending
circle of life.

Yah!

- I love you!

Bye, Willie.

- Hah, giddap down here!

Giddap off that...

- Your grandsons grow
bigger and stronger each day.

Matthew has your eyes,

and hopes to see
his granddaddy soon.

Bye, Henry.

Jeff has thrived,

and Willie and I
are very proud

he has taken the name
of Lahaye.

Bye, Scottie.

- You take care this time,
Mrs. Lahaye!

We'll be back
pretty soon now!

- See you, cookie.

- Take care!

- Safe travel.

The herd has increased
by another 40 head,

and Willie and the ranch hands

are driving some of them
to the market.

- Oh, there's one.

- Oh, wow.

- This is huge.

Okay.

- The garden has given us
a bounty of vegetables

to put up for the winter.

Who knows what the next year
will bring?

I am confident that the love
of god and family

will light our path,

and a renewed faith
in the words,

"for everything
there is a season,

and a time for every matter
under heaven."