Ride the high country Page #3

- How do you do?|- Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

- Go start supper. And change that dress.|- Change it? What for?

For the good reason I told you to.|Did you hear what I said?

- I think it's a real pretty dress.|- Thank you.

You can put your horses|in the corral yonder.

Supper will be ready in an hour.|No charge. The Lord's bounty...

- Is not for sale.|- Thank you, sir.

Think of all that going to waste up here.

Like the fellow said,|gold is where you find it.

And if it's not yours, don't covet it.

Don't worry, boy.|The Lord's bounty may not be for sale...

...but the devil's is,|if you can pay the price.

There's a lot of truth|in those words, Heck.

Yeah?

- Yeah.|- Supper's ready.

Gentlemen.

Heavenly Father, we thank thee|for the food on this table.

Teach thy children to be grateful|for thy goodness...

...to walk in thy path...

...that they may not suffer|thy wrath and thy vengeance.

Bless us, O Lord,|and these our guests...

...and forgive them the mercenary desires|which brought them here.

Amen.

Thank you for entering a plea on our behalf,|but what's this about mercenary desires?

You're on your way to Coarse Gold.|Them that travel there do so for one reason.

To traffic in gold.

Which to possess is to live in fear,|to desire, to live in sorrow.

But we're not trafficking, sir.|Merely transporting.

It says in the Book, Gold is a stumbling|block to them that sacrifice to it...

...and every fool|shall be taken therewith.

A good name is rather to be chosen|than great riches.

A loving favor|rather than silver and gold.

Proverbs, chapter 22.

Into the land of trouble and anguish|come the old lions...

...and they shall carry their riches|on the shoulders of young asses...

...to a people that shall not profit them.

Isaiah, chapter 30, verse six.

That mining town|is a sinkhole of depravity.

A place of shame and sin.

According to Father, every place|outside this farm is a place of sin.

- That'll do.|- You don't have to preach at everybody.

That will do.

You cook a lovely ham hock,|Miss Knudsen. Just lovely.

Appetite, chapter one.

Give me a towel, and I'll dry.

Thanks just the same. You hadn't better.

It must be pretty lonely living up here.

Sometimes I get to thinking there's nobody|left in the world but my father and me.

It's a crime. A girl like you|being stuck up on this old stump ranch.

A girl like you ought to|be living in the city.

San Francisco, say.

- You've been there?|- Plenty of times.

I never been anywhere.

He won't even take me to town|when he goes after supplies.

He says the men would stare at me.

Suppose on the way back,|I was to pick you up...

...and take you to San Francisco...

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