Aren't you going to answer me?
G. W: Nope.
lt's sort of my business,
l think.

l don't.
ls it another woman?
Usually is.

At your age,
you always know what's usual.

ls it Mrs. Warren?
Becky, l don't want
to start laying the law down...

your first day back home,
but l'll have no more such talk.
The first time l ever saw
Mrs. Warren was last week.

She has a job here
at which she's very good,

and l hope you'll have
the good manners...

to not pry into
other people's business...

Your mother's and mine.
Pretty good shot, Daddy.
Oh, l can understand
your trouble.

Mama's often so, well,
so petulant.

You learned a lot of words
back east, Becky.

l wished to God they would have
taught you some meanings.

You were only
about six months old...

when your mother stayed
alone with you in a sod hut...

under eight foot of snow...
while l moved the herd 300 miles
south to try and save it.

Saved about half of it.
You were a little more
than a year old...

at the time
of the great Comanche raids.

We stood off 500
Plains lndians for nine days.

Petulant, Becky?
l think you better go on home.
See that Ching gets those birds.
Come here.
There's something
l ought to tell you.

Guess now is
as good a time as any.

You're going to have
every young buck...

west of the Missouri
around here trying to marry you,