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PRU: I'm sorry, but I can't do this. Mr. Dunwright, I'm sorry but this just won't work out. You see we're ... I mean ... I'm sorry but I can't afford to pay you.

DEL: Ma'am, where I come from neighbors help neighbors. Maybe one of these days you'll be able to help me out. Long as I can get a place to bunk and a few good meals I think we can call it even.

PRU: Well then ... I think we got a deal,Del. (Offers her hand.)

DEL: Good to know. (Del starts shaking her hand but then the two stop, take a step toward each other and both sigh deeply.)

SHOOTER: (To Gabby.) I'd say things are looking up.

VIC: (Entering.) Ladies, I have horrible news.

SHOOTER: And now their looking back down. Way down.

VIC: (Aside.) I can't wait to tell them about the horse stampede. Delivering bad news is one of my favorite parts of the job (To the group.) The horses have escaped and are running amuck!

PRU: We know.

VIC: There's no telling how much carnage and chaos and ... and ... you know?

GABBY: Del told us.

VIC: Who's Del?

DEL: That would be me.

VIC: You're awfully calm about the stampede.

SHOOTER: That's 'cause Del took care of it for us. If you folks will excuse me I'll just go and check on things in the corral. (Shooter exits.)

VIC: Really. Well ... that's ... great. Just great!'

PRU: Del, this is the Goodhart Rest Ranch book-keeper and business manager Vic Pockette. Vic, this is our new neighbor Mr. Del Dunwright.

DEL: Good to know you, Mr. Pick-pocket.

VIC: That's Pockette ... Victor Pockett.

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SHOOTER: There goes one of the big reasons I tend to keep my distance when fellas are concerned. They tend to make you a little stupid.

PRU: So you don't know anything?

SHOOTER: I know if I got a choice between keeping company with a man or keeping company with a horse I prefer the horse.

PRU: You can't be serious, Shooter.

SHOOTER: I'm as serious as a flash flood, Prudence. See it's been my experience that horses are a lot easier to clean up after than men. Plus horses don't much mind if you jump up on their backs and ride 'em for no reason at all. This sudden interest in men wouldn't have nothin' to do with Del would it?

PRU: Maybe.

SHOOTER: You're sweet on him!

PRU: Okay. Maybe. I just don't know what to do. My parents looked to me to look after the ranch when they retired. Gabby went off to college and ...'

SHOOTER: For all the good that did.

PRU: The point is Gabby got to go to dances and dinners and date fellas. I don't hold it against her, but it would be nice if maybe I had a chance to keep company with a nice looking fella.

SHOOTER: You could do a lot worse than Del. He is cute.

PRU: Yeah, but I don't think I stand a chance with him. I mean ... I know how to rope and ride but I don't know the first thing about dating.'

SHOOTER: Actually roping and riding are a lot like dating. So, if you're going to have a chance for romantic dinners and moon lit walks with Del we gotta do something about the way you dress.

PRU: I thought you said you didn't know anything about men?

SHOOTER: What I said was I prefer horses. I've done my fair share of romancing.

PRU: And what exactly is wrong with the way I dress?

SHOOTER: Nothing if'n you're a wrangler out on the range, but for a girl it ain't good.

PRU: Any suggestions?

SHOOTER: Yep. I think I might have something in my hope chest.

PRU: You have a hope chest?

SHOOTER: Yep, I hope nobody finds out about it. Now, follow me. (Shooter exits.)