Bonanza

Hyah!

Keep out of this, Cartwright! We don't need you!

Stop her somebody! Don't let her see this!

Why?

In the name of decency, Mrs. Buford, why?

Decency?

That girl's as guilty as her father and her brother were.

Well, how is she?

She's resting.

She's in deep shock.

I believe I could have made that diagnosis.

Now don't take your moral indignity out on me, Ben.

I don't mean to, Paul.

It's just when I think of people like that Mrs. Buford...

one of the so-called leaders of our town...

Give her these.

One every four hours.

The only thing else

I can prescribe for her is time.

How about prescribing a little kindness and affection?

About the kindest thing that could happen to Leta Malvet

is for her to get out of Virginia City

as soon as possible.

Give the people a chance to forget

about the two men her father and brother murdered.

But when she leaves, she ought to go of her own free will,

not because somebody threw rocks at her and drove her out.

You may be right, Ben.

Good-bye.

Whoa, boy. What's the matter with you, Little Joe?

You trying to scare this horse half to death

just when I get him tamed down?

Yeah, cut out the infernal shooting.

I was just practicing, older brother.

Well, put it back in your holster

before I have to take it away from you

and keep it until you grow up.

Well, you think you can?

Now what's all this racket?

Little Joe, next time you pull a stunt like that,

I'm going to put you up on that little sorrel.

Your baby son here is playing at stage robber.

Well, quiet down, the lot of you.

That girl in there needs her rest.

Now, look, Pa, if we're gonna start guarding

those mine payroll shipments, we...

And keep quiet about that, too.

Well, who's going to hear me out here?

Now never mind who's...

I can't say you're welcome on the Ponderosa, Renton.

I figured I wouldn't be.

Then why are you here?

To ask about Leta, that's all.

I'll tell her you asked about her.

I'd sure like to see her, Mr. Cartwright.

I don't think that would be best.

I appreciate what you done for her, Mr. Cartwright.

I... I just stopped by to say thanks

and see how she was, that's all.

Pa.

Can't do no harm, it might do some good.

Come on then.

Take his horse.

Clay, I needed you.

I tried to find you.

I come as soon as I could get here, Leta.

I've been working at a ranch over at Washoe.

What am I gonna do, Clay?

I want to go away from Virginia City.

Running away is not going to help anything.

I found that out.

But the talk, Clay.

Facing them every day.

Long as you know the talk is lies, it can't hurt you, Leta.

First thing you got to do is forget the talk.

Ain't that right, Mr. Cartwright?

Well, the, uh...

the doctor did say she needed a lot of rest.

Sure.

I'll be around any time you need me, Leta.

You know that.

Now, you get a lot of rest

just like the doctor said.

Good to see you, Joe.

You and me used to have

a lot of good times together, huh?

Yeah, we did.

Thanks.

Thanks, all of you.

Well, that's all we need...

somebody like Clay Renton snooping around.

I don't think he's snooping around, Adam.

I think he meant what he said.

You know, he's just a little bit older than I am,

and he's already got two prison terms behind him.

Yes, and about eight or ten more ahead of him,

more than likely.

Pa, don't you think maybe you ought to talk to her about him?

Son, there's one thing that a man can't do,

and that's tell a woman who to love and who not to love.

Yeah, I reckon not.

You boys have nothing to do?

Yeah, come on, Little Joe.

Well, what's on your mind?

The girl.

She's been here three days now.

What are you going to do about her?

What do you want me to do, throw her out

while that mob in Virginia City is still in a lynching mood?

We have an obligation to ourselves, too.

Such as?

Guarding the payroll shipments.

Whether we like it or not, the only associates.

Leta's ever had in her life have been outlaws.

Now I just don't like the idea of somebody like Clay Renton

hanging around the Ponderosa.

I suppose you're right.

Why don't you do something for a change

and rustle me up something to eat, huh?

Who took care of you before I was around?

Where do you think you've been?

If I thought it was any of your business, I'd tell ya.

I warned you for the last time, Clay...

I'm running this shebang... all the way.

Yeah, you're running it just fine.

You have us hold up an empty stage,

Malvet and his boy kill a guard and a driver

and get hung for it.

What'd we get out of that job, Spence?

It's been a long time since we picked up any money, boss.

We came here to get a slice of that mine payroll money.

I don't care if it takes six months...

we ain't gonna go off half-cocked

and get our necks stretched like Malvet and the boy did.

They ain't carrying that payroll on the stages anymore,

but they're still getting it through.

You got no idea how they're doing it, huh?

I suppose you have?

If I was running this outfit, I'd find out.

Well, you ain't running it!

I kind of go along with your thinking, kid.

But you ought to have better sense

then try to outdraw Spence.

Thanks for taking care of my chickens, Hoss.

Oh, that's all right, ma'am. I plumb enjoyed it.

Me and them chickens

got to calling each other by first names.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I sold some of your eggs to Mr. Buford,

and here's the money.

Now, there ain't no cause for that.

Nobody's ever been as good to me as you folks have.

Well, we... we better get this little lady home.

Good-bye, Miss Leta.

It's best to be home.

Oh, I don't mean I don't appreciate all of the...

Oh, I understand, Leta.

I'll go in with you,

see that everything is all right.

Oh, no.

I mean, I left it so quick and all...

I guess it looks pretty awful, don't it?

Leta, you do believe

that I want to help you every way I can, don't you?

You and the boys think

maybe I ought go away from here, don't you?

I think it would be best.

Mr. Cartwright, I haven't got anyplace to go.

Do you have any plans then?

Well, I've got my chickens.

Mr. Buford buys all my eggs.

I can make a living.

I've been doing it for three years now.

And I never took a penny of the money

my dad and brother stole.

You got to believe that, Mr. Cartwright.

Oh, I do believe you, Leta,

but you know, there are some folks that won't.

Well, then I'll... I'll make 'em believe it.

I'll stand up and face 'em, and make 'em know it's true.

Well, if that's what you think is best for you to do, Leta,

I'll do everything I can to help you.

It's what I have to do, Mr. Cartwright.

Clay was right.

Running away won't do any good.

Welcome home, Leta.

Clay, what are you doing here?

Who's got a better right?

What's the matter?

A week with those high and mighty Cartwrights

make you too good for me?

It's not that, Clay.

What is it?

It's just that... that you take me for granted.

Take you for granted?

You think I thought of anything but you

every day of those three years I was in jail?

I'm sorry, Clay.

Let's not talk about it now.

Let's just remember that it's over now,