The girl pretty. That's the boss's business, not yours. You watch the North Ridge like you're told. They're under my protection. Both of them.
That means they're under yours, too. Clear. Clear, boss. Your mother's been quiet all night, breathing steady, fever's down some. You stayed up all night watching.
Don't sleep much anyway. Three years of habit. Your mother needed watching. Your wife Ruth. How long were you married?
14 Years. Good years. She died in childbirth 3 years back. The baby, too. A boy, James.
Both gone by morning. I'm sorry. My father died two years ago. Fever. 3 Days.
Mama's been dying slower since. You're good at this. The cooking. You learn or you starve. First year, the food was terrible.
Third year, I can mostly get through a meal without remembering she's not there. Progress, I guess. Doesn't get easier, does it? Being alone. People say it does.
They're liars. No, it doesn't. You just get used to the quiet. Start preferring it. Quiet's not the same as alone.
And simple's not the same as good. No, it's not. But alone is safer. Can't lose what you don't have. Can't gain anything either.
Can't live if you're just existing. That's not living. Emma, where are we? Sweetheart, what happened? How did we get here?
Where is this place? We're safe, mama. We're all right. A rancher stopped for us on the road yesterday. Mr.
Callaway. You collapsed in the storm. He brought us to his ranch. You're warm and dry and safe now. We're in a stranger's house.
This isn't safe. Ma'am, I'm Jonah Callaway. You and your daughter are welcome here long as you need. That's very kind, Mr. Callaway.
But we have no way to repay such hospitality. No repayment expected or wanted. You need help? I can give it. Now eat.
Are those another woman's clothes you're wearing? Mama, it's not. Mine were soaked and I was freezing. And ma'am, I assure you it was purely medical necessity. And I'm sure it was all very proper, though I hope Mr.
Callaway slept elsewhere. I've been sleeping there. You're in my bed. And I maintained complete propriety. Mama, please stop interrogating the man who saved us.
Just establishing proper boundaries, dear. That's mothering. Has Emma told you about why we're traveling? Only that someone's following you. Only that you're running, nothing more.
My father died two years ago. He discovered silver on our Kentucky land. A pure vein deep underground worth $50,000, maybe more. He left everything to me. Legal will witnessed and filed.
My uncle Garrett wants it all. Says I need a man to manage a mine. Wants to marry me to control it. Forced marriage for a silver mine so he can control you and your inheritance. He's obsessed with that mine.
Dangerous. Won't stop. He has money, men, and power back in Kentucky. He tried once to force me. I shot near him.