Love Takes Wing Page #3

Those children ain't innocents.

They come from beggars, liars and thieves.

You cannot blame children for the misdeeds

of their parents or your own.

What are you talking about?

I ain't done nothing wrong.

You want to send children

out on the prairie to die.

- If you don't think that's wrong-

- He causing you a problem, ma'am?

I'll ask you to stay out of this matter, Lee.

This ain't none of your concern.

Ray, you got no business

bothering the doctor.

Shes just trying to do her job,

just like other folks.

Let God help the unfortunates.

You're here to help us.

- [ Man ] Howdy, jasper.

- Hey. How are you?

That's not very Christian

of you, is it, Ray?

You have quite the welcoming

committee in Sikeston.

Please, don't judge

the rest of us on Ray Russell.

Oh. Where's my manners?

Lee Owens. Blacksmith.

Belinda Simpson.

But I have a feeling you already know that.

Well, it's a small town.

News travels fast-

especially when the mayor

hires a woman doctor.

- You got quite the temper, ma'am.

- I think it's unfair to attack children.

You don't need to convince me.

I don't hold much with the witch hunt myself.

Do you think you could point me in the right

direction to the Pines' residence, please?

Well, it's a little late in the day...

and I get the feeling you haven't

had a chance to settle in yet.

Why don't you turn in?

I'll take you there first thing in the mornin'.

Very well then. First thing tomorrow.

I'll be over at the clinic.

I know the way.

- Evenin', Doc.

- Thank you, Mr. Owens. You as well.

Hard first day?

I'm sorry. I hope you haven't been

waiting for me this whole time.

I went down to the general store

to get supplies.

From what I heard people saying,

I figured it'd be a while.

And I thought you might be hungry,

so I saved you a plate from supper.

Thank you.

So, what'd you hear?

Plague of God.

Some sort of influenza.

Annie, I think I know what it is.

When I was little

in the tenements of New York...

it would burn through

the houses every summer...

and by July,

someone in each family was sick.

More died than survived.

I think it might be cholera.

We'll get through this together.

You know...

the old Belinda would have said...

that it was divine providence

that I was here to help her.

That was before I knew the truth.

We can pray all we want,

but no one's listening.

No God saved Drew as he lay dying in bed.

All we have in this world are ourselves.

[ Chattering]

Start talking to the townspeople.

We need to figure out where this thing

started and how it got spread.

Where are you headed?

I'm gonna go and give

the mayor my diagnosis...

and then I've gotta go see

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