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Truth is, the horse doesn't need any directions. He doesn't need any because they're in familiar territory. You've been making good time, horse. For that, you'll be eating well. Deserving a two. And for me, maybe that woman will be letting me eat without the usual molestine. We'll just have to chance it. The woman Simon is referring to is Eve Mitchell. She runs a little cafe in town, and to Simon, she's just about the best cook in the world. She's pushing 30. But her being single hasn't been because men haven't had an interest in her, especially Ward Hutton, a massive brute of a man whom we're going to be meeting shortly. It's just that Eve Mitchell has set her heart on having Simon for reasons that put him apart from all of her students. Word that Simon is in town, backed from one of his wandering trips in the mountains, spreads like lightning when strangers bump into the town gossip, old Tim Waters. Don't you figure on saying hello to someone you ain't seen in nine to two years? 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You gotta buy it. Could be a roulette. Could be the tooth of a grizzly. I killed with my bare hands. Either way, it's a rare treasure. Your life. I'm not saying what it is. I'm only saying what it could be. And I'm to buy it on your word. You're to chance it. What do you want for the whole mangy lot? For everything? Twenty dollars. Ah, count them. It's not including the box. No, that's another twenty. Give me the box and the key with it. What? Wait, there's nothing here except... It's me, Ward. It's the picture of me. Simon Guthry. Why, you... I've been reminding you this day for the rest of your life. You won't be here in joy. Let go of me, Ward. You're hurting my neck. You'll be hurting a lot more if you don't sit down and do some hand wrestling with me right now. No, wait a minute, Ward. I'm not claiming my strength over yours. You killed a grizzly, you said, with your own bare hands. Did you? Everybody heard you, right? So, Mr. Guthrie, it's me taking chances. Sit down. You got forty dollars on mine, Simon, and I'm giving you a chance at another forty. Timmy, hold his money. Let him hold yours, too, Ward. Ah, sure, here. Whenever you're ready, Mr. Simon Guthrie. I'll be ready. Yeah. Simon's holding up. Yeah, but not for long. Get the bet on it, Timmy. Wanna bet, Tim? I ain't sure. Tim only bets on sure things. All right, Mr. Simon Guthrie. I've been fooling long enough. Well, look if it ain't good old... Just a minute. That was a sneaky thief and trick. Him calling out to look. Only a yellow-bellied cheat. Hold on, Timmy. Hold on with that money. Simon won it. No, no, please. For them, I want it. It isn't a zip. A man who makes a fool out of me better not be such a foolest to forget it. Give me that button. He gets down right mean when he's drunk, Simon. You better go. It ain't bravery keeping me here. It's just good kind of sense. Keeping my eyes on him here. At least wise, I'll know where he is. That's being a thinking man. I love to eat. 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I'll be judging her not whether another slice will burst me or not. Well, look out there. Tim Waters racing down the street. Oh, at his age too, men don't have no judgment. Running when they should be walking and eating when they should be dieting. My man wouldn't do neither. Which is one reason he's still a spinster, Miss Hester. I'd work with all that heavy running and puffin' what's on your mind. You get a message for me? Not for you, Judge, for her. Eve? Well, tell her, man, tell her. He's back, Eve. That's really telling her. Who's back? Simon. Simon Guthrie, that's who. Oh, are you sure, Tim? See them with Mona's course, I'm sure. That good for nothing. Where is he, Tim? At the Longhorn, I'll wager. You wager right, Hester, and he's heading for trouble. You know what makes you so sure? Judge, we're talking about Simon Guthrie. He always means trouble. And for once, you're speaking the truth. That's not true. He doesn't mean trouble. Well, Miss Eve, you're the last person who'd admit it. Now, you always been a little, um, how'd you say? You don't, Tim. Tim, is he all right? Well, if you mean does he still have all his legs and arms, as he did when I left him. Could I have a piece of the same pie the judge has, Eve? Hester, he won't be paying for it, Eve. Oh, here. Now, will you tell it whatever it is you were chasing over here for if you can spare a minute from your gorgeous... Look, a man's digestion. Well, no judge should be aggravating a man right as he's a swan. Tim, what's wrong with Simon? What's wrong is war not, and that's what's wrong. He's a bully. Oh, bully Willie Nilly. He's sweet on you, Eve. And he knows how you feel about Simon. Oh, the two of them are itching. One to get out, another to see that he gets carried out. That's it in a nutshell. Yeah, I'll go over and have a look. And so will I. A pie is awful good, Miss Eve. Everything will be all right. Both of them like you. One, sure to be a winner. Well, I think Eve has an interest in who the winner is to be. I don't think a lady should be a witness to a pulverizing. Tim, you wouldn't want to deprive a lady of the opportunity of seeing two men fight over her, now, would you? Come on, Judge. It is, Hester, the whole dang hang of it. The philosophy that's always kept me a bachelor. The outright joy a woman has in seeing two men make fools of themselves, knocking their heads off over. Heh, women. Mmm, but she can cook a piece of pie. Time for you and me, Simon. Now, what beyond your mind, Ward? You. I like you, Simon. I've always liked you. You like me? I like everyone. You just happen to be at the bottom of the pile of people I like. Here's my greeting card. Get up, you mangy little crumb. I'll be standing, Ward Hutton. And now you'll be sleeping. Had enough, mountain man? You get me on my feet. You've had enough, Ward Hutton. Oh. Good evening to you, Missy. Oh, Judge, can we get him to my place? Yeah, let's a little far, see in his condition. All right, all right, now. What's been going on here? Sheriff, I can take care of him. Sheriff, I got some rights here. Maybe I can take him in. What's left of him? Sheriff, you best be arresting me for disturbing the peace. I want him in my place. I got some rights. Now, it looks like you got two people wanting to help you, Simon. Look, Sheriff, do I have to get up and fight you, too? All right. Take that! Simon! Fight with an officer of the law. Resist and arrest. Don't you know your duty, Sheriff? Were you a face-to-face with it? Well, I guess he prefers Gail. Well, I'm sorry, Missy. May I come in, Sheriff? Oh, Missy, sure you're always welcome. Gail, don't see pretty women visitors, may I? Well, I bought some food for Simon. Yeah, well, he'll be needing it when he wakes up. Is he all right? Come here, let me show you. Except for the color under and over his eyes. His kind's always right. Your kind gets the short end. Oh, now, Sheriff. If you know your secrets, the town secret, why don't you give up on them? Giving up on Simon would be like giving up on myself. Thank you for looking after him, Sheriff. Is she going, Sheriff? Son? Son, you, you lay there pretend to be asleep, listening? Why, that woman cleans you up, brings you food, and you just lay there pretending and not a word of thanks? Sheriff, I needed the rest, and now I'll be having the food. Yeah, you should be thanking her by getting yourself out of town for good. All right, here's the food. I had promised her... Mm-mm, that woman sure can cook a mighty meal. Yeah, and she's a foolish woman, Simon. You're her match for passing her up. Oh, now, Sheriff, unless you think it through... Me, then? Me, then, I'd be saving her for making herself more of a fool. Well, that may be the first decent thing you ever said. On the other hand, it could be worse for a man too who didn't turn her down. A man who settles down with ease is going to have to learn to sweep, to do dishes, to wait tables... Give me the work. ...and become something of a prisoner. Lose freedom. Yeah, well, I'd be eating going too. Yep. She can sure cook. You've got no respect, Simon. Come drifting back into town, get into trouble in minutes, get all that attention from a beautiful lady, and then you just sit there, gobbling up her food. Oh, she won't be mad on me, Sheriff. Oh, no. Oh, seeing as how I'm going to return her hamper and tell her how I appreciate it of bringing me the food. But in my poor condition, you ate it all up. Oh, no, no, no. You look here, Simon. You know you're getting a sweat up, Sheriff. When I tell her, and it's your word against mine, she'll believe you know who. Well, you're probably right. And Ward-Harton's right, too. You're chefless and you're lying half the time a man's talking with you. Yeah, Richard, smart enough to know the truth. 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Now, of course, Simon Guthrie, for all of his wily ways and tall tales, was a man of his word and he did return the hamper as he promised the sheriff, not without getting a few of Eve's special chocolate cookies for services rendered. He wrote up his favorite tree in a high knoll and sat down to enjoy himself. Of course. I believe we got a visitor. I hope I'm not disturbing you, Simon. Woman says that when she goes all far out to do the opposite. Do I have a say in the matter? I see you haven't touched the chocolate cookies. Avoid an attemptation, you might say, seeing that this spot is something of a garden. Oh, Simon, it's been two years. Well, I just ain't been counting. You gonna sit on that horse? Well, thank you for inviting me down. Oh, I'm so glad to see you. Awake and well. Well, I'm not planning to stay on long. I wasn't counting on it. That horse of yours is just too human. Yeah, well, just enough animal to be sort of tolerable. That's a nice word, Simon. Tolerable? Well, it does have a pleasant sound. You know, I own this piece of land from here down to the river. Oh, you're good at acquisitioning. Another good word, Simon. I see a house right over here. And planning. With two rocking chairs on a big front porch. Right down to the last detail. Sometimes I wonder, after you've gone, what's gonna happen to us, I mean? Oh, you got years of good coming. The best is yet to be. Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. That's what I said. You and Robert Browning. He's a poet. Oh, it's what I know is inside you, Simon, that holds me. Your inner beauty. Beauty? Oh, come on, now, look, Eve, you'll be letting yourself see things and think of things that mean no one else could imagine. I know you're not perfect, and that you can't read and write. You can spend the whole day taking off my bad points. No, Simon. It's just because you can't read that I know that what you do say comes out as Browning or Byron or... Well, now, look here, Eve. Now, you got your life. Good one. Now, come on. Mixed sort of. Sitting out in the hills thinking, not being able to find myself like an ordinary man. Just sitting, leading the life of quiet sorrow, maybe. Desperation more than likely. Oh, there, thorough, you see? You're part poet, part dreamer, and part philosopher. Now, hold on, hold on. Part dreamer, yes, I do like to sleep. But, philosopher, me? Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. Like I just said. Oh, Simon, he said it, too. Thoreau, Henry David Thoreau. He's dead now, but he thought beautiful thoughts. And here you are thinking them, too. That's what you find tolerable in me? Tolerable. Oh, to say the least, yes. How'd you know I was here? Simon, you always come here. I heard you harmonica. Better than my singing. Oh, your singing's not bad. Some folks say it's bad enough to turn good milk sour. Well, if they like the singer, then they'll learn to like sour milk. Oh, dad blasts this whole conniving, unthinking world. If you make it hard on a man, doesn't want to make it hard on a woman, but two years have been away, fighting, struggling with me. I still haven't stayed away three, maybe four. I just don't seem to be... Do you think a house would be good up there, there on the highest part? Now, Eve doesn't matter much what I think. You're the thinker. A man that figures out it's the woman doing the thinking and the planning. That's when he can be sure, maybe, that he's done some thinking. That's not that. Thoreau or that brownie, no. No. Some things are pure Simon Guthrie. Something's happening, Eve. Look at your restaurant window. It's smashed. Now, who'd do a crazy thing like that? Here, let me help you down. Eve? Eve? Oh, goodness me, it was crazy. I was hanging out some things to dry, and I heard the crash in the glass, and I come around and I saw him from the back. A big man, heading out of town. I already told the sheriff, oh, good, good. But are you all right? Oh, I wish I could have seen his face. Oh, well, now, here, look at this. Why, that's a picture of you, Simon. What could a picture of you be doing on the street? I got my ideas. Raise you $1, Mr. Hutton. I'm with you, Judge. You win, Tim. Oh, I was thinking. Nobody's finished in a sand. Pick up your money, Tim. It's you, Simon. It's what's going to be trouble, Mr. Ward Hutton. Stand up, you miserly took me. No, no, no, no. You'll be eaten skunk before I'm through with you, and you'll be leaving Eve Mitchell alone from now on. I'll be going for the sheriff. I'll get busy. He's coming out of it. Oh, one eye's opening. Simon? Did I win? Oh, Lord, up good and plenty. Almighty Jim Dandy fight it was. Tim's right, Simon. Never figured you could hammer that fella down. Did I win? Being alive kind of makes him the winner, don't it, Judge? Simon, Simon, are you all right? I dream of someone with a lot of man start singing when he can't even sing. Oh, Simon. In the case of D. Larium, isn't it, Judge? Are you all right, Simon? Oh, tolerable, tolerable. Oh. Larium, Judge, just listen. That's got the dry people crazy. Not Eve, Jim. She likes it. Yep, you can be sure she likes it. We best behave it. Stop here. Now, you know you're gonna. Even your horse knows your favorite spot. Yeah, I'll help you down. Thank you, Simon. When are you going back? You can be the most direct... Well, I wasn't thinking too hard on it yet. Well, maybe you're through sewing your wild oats. Well, you don't get to do much of that kind of sewing in the mountains, Eve. You should be having some children of your own. A man starts to sit down if you don't come out with the most... You can be mighty sinful sacrilegious for a woman. A woman isn't child-bearing forever, Simon. Well, now, if it's you be talking about, you got no worries. You're Eve, not like me. You're young in heart, in ideas, and in your mind. Well, now I ain't young all over if you be wanting to play the truce of it. We could try. Try? We? We? Us, if you prefer. We, us? I know they're the same. You, I, we. Now, that's the first word a woman likes is honored when she starts talking with a man, we. How come I never say we when I talk with you? You're a man, Simon. And men always say I when they speak. Now, you can twist a man's thought more than a lass who can twist his legs. Now, if you don't mind, I think we'd best be going back to town. You said we, Simon. Yeah, but I'd be meaning me. I, Simon. We'll see. Oh, always with the last little trippin'. I don't think you really want to go, Simon. Oh, we'll see. We'll see. He got a horse. Don't you think you had enough to drink now? Oh, sure. I'm still conscious, ain't I? I gotta leave town, Sheriff. Man ain't safe in your town. Not on a car that was coming up to the barn, either. See, you got your special bodyguard, Simon. You got lucky once. You want a drink, Ward? Take that. What do you call it? Men can't be expected to take this, Sheriff. In self-defense, I got my rights. All right, now you just hold on to them until we leave. Come on. No, no, no. Wait a minute, Sheriff. I want another drink. Water ain't getting. Now move. Coffee, Simon. It's not that I don't respect her, Sheriff. It's not that I don't even like her. Considering what I've seen in my life, it's even possible my feelings is... No. No, can't be letting myself think that way. Now, Simon, if you really like her, well, unless, of course, you've been telling lies to yourself all these years. Lies about evil? No. I don't have to be thinking that I like her. More like her if the truth you be won. You know, Sheriff, once, some time ago, I let her get real close to my heart, you might say. I'd come upon her down the creek. She was standing there in that big, old boulder. Her hair with a shiny look on it. Her skin pure like white marble. Smooth. She was just standing there. Her hands shading the sun from her eyes bent over and listening. 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Right here. Let me help you down. Now, this is where the porch will be. Right here, Simon. You sure? I'm sure. Then I'll be marking it. Give me the pick. That's what this place is, Simon. Just look at it. Sure is pretty all right. Here, let me mark the last corner. Say I don't prefer working with the pick on the ground over chalk on a slate. Here, take a look. The bread's baking real nice. Let me see now. Oh, Simon. That's very good. Simon E. That's your name there. And mine over here. Well, you've learned them well. All right. I like the way your name looks. And now we have to teach you a lot more. Eve, at my age, learning that whole alphabet? That's work. It beats me down. It's injurious. Oh, that's a very good word, Simon. You like it? Very much, except for the way you use it. Oh, wrong. Is that it? Well, not exactly. It's because you know that learning's not injurious. You mean it's not injurious for real? And you know it. Yeah, I reckon I do. OK, let's get on with it, because I know you ain't never going to be satisfied until I've read all of your books. And written some, too. Lord of mighty, there's an ambition. Oh, the restaurant's not open for serve, and Ward. You didn't come here for no supper. Well, then you can be going nice and quiet like I think you can make me. Well, if I have to, I can be trying. Sit down, Simon. Ward, get out. With you? Yeah. Put that gun down. Hester. I hear you. Go and get the sheriff. And you, Mr. Simon Guthrie, don't you be trying to reach for that shotgun? Now, you ain't going to be coming in here and telling me or anyone else around here. Simon, please. Don't. Now, stand back, Eve. I'm warning you fair. And I'm telling you, out and out. Simon. Now, you best believe it, or I'm going to... Oh! You've seen him, Hester. Eve! Eve! It was my reaching for the shotgun and turning, sir. You can't be blaming yourself for what you did. That Ward Hutton drunk he was. Yeah, well, forget him. He's locked up. Doc. Doc, how is she? Well, the bullet didn't kill her, Simon. That doesn't mean she's out of trouble. She lost a lot of blood. Take a lot of caring. Oh, that I got a lot of. She'll be needing plenty. Can I see her? Oh, she's sleeping now. Hester will be a big help. Will she be all right? Well, she'll be a lot better seeing you when she wakes up. I won't believe in her. She won't believe in me. A little praying in order. She's going to be all right, isn't she, Doc? I mean, that shot, it's been four weeks. And you must remember, she lost a lot of blood. It's pneumonia now, Simon. Can she die? You keep telling her what you're doing up there on the hill. That's the best medicine. Make her want to get up there. Simon? Eve, honey. Doctor was here. Just leave, and that's on. Oh, you're working too hard. No, no, not too hard. I got your note. Your writing's coming along perfectly. Oh, Eve. I want you to see the house. I got one room done. Roof and all. A couple of windows in. In a week, I'll be half through another room. Oh, I do want to see it, Simon. Oh, you will, Eve, you will. I got a surprise made up there, too. What? Well, Doc, if I be telling you, it won't be no surprise. You've got to come with me. I love you. I'll be loving you, Eve. Forever. If there's anything longer than forever, for that time, too. That much. Or more. I love you, Eve, till it hurts. It's sometimes like pain. Just a loving. To have loved you, and then to have come near losing you. That would be pain for sure. But even if you'd not love me, it would have been the worst of loving you, Eve. Simon. You. Abraham Colley. And Alfred Tennyson. You mean I got two of them with one notion? Oh, Simon, such a notion. Such a man. Oh, Eve, I want you to rest. We got to get you well. We. You said we, Simon. We got to get you up to the hill together. To see my work. Promise. Promise. Make rockin' chairs. Well, Eve always figured out two of them being right there on the front porch. What brings you out here? Doc wants you to come. Sheriff. Sheriff, she's all right. Yes, Tony. Oh, I don't know, Simon. She's been that way for some hours. That's why I sent the sheriff. What's to happen, Doc? It's between you and Eve and the Lord. Eve. It's me, Simon. We need each other. The house is ready. Did you promise to come? Simon. She's awake, Doc. She's awake. Yes, I'll be outside. I'll never believe in you, Eve. Never. Promise. I'll swear with my life. How do you feel? Beautiful. Loved. Thank you, Simon. You won't ever leave me, Eve. Simon. I need you, Eve. You mustn't leave me. You can't. You've got to see the surprise I got for you. You're a good man, Simon. You've got to promise, Eve. Simon, my dear. Promise, Eve. Promise. You'll never leave me. Simon. You'll be rested. I'll be sitting here. Watching you sleep. I love you, Simon. I love you. Doc. I'm here, Simon. She's sweating hard. Oh, that's good, Simon. Yes, that's good. You hear that, Eve? She's going to be all right, Simon. I mean, I could have ridden my horse. Oh, now, you visit your hill in style. Now, just around this here bend. There. You can see it. Oh, the house. Oh, it's beautiful. You like it? It's just the way I dreamed it. Now, look. Over there. On the porch. The surprise. Oh, Simon. The way you dreamed it, Eve. Two rockers. For you and me. Us. Forever, Simon. Forever, Eve. Generations ago, families dined by the warmth of the open hearth. Today, Sears rekindles this spirit with its open hearth dining room furniture. Faithfully rendered early American designs and careful workmanship give it an heirloom quality. The satin glow and warm highlighting of Sears open hearth take 26 steps to achieve. There's no shorter method to bring out the beauty of the wood. And like all good furniture, open hearth is made to last for a long time with sturdy tongue and groove and mortise and tenon construction. 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