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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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List 2 #23 - Paget has such a lovely singing voice <3

Ahh I love this <3

In a move that will surprise no one, this one is more towards hurt/comfort than fluff, but it is still very soft.

The prompt is "I can’t believe I never heard you sing before.”

-x-

Melody

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Warnings: set after the Foyet arc, so mentions of grief, nightmares etc.

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Emily sighs as she looks at herself in the mirror, careful around her still bruised eye as she moisturises her skin. It had been a week since the case where she had been driven off the road, her life mercifully spared from the crash that could have killed her. Her body still ached, as did her heart whenever she thought about the look on Aaron’s face when he’d arrived at the hospital. Breathless and panicking as he sent Derek back to the precinct to help, his relief palpable.

He’d been treating her delicately ever since, his touch soft, like she was made of glass, and if it was any other circumstance she would have snapped by now. Yelled at him that she was fine, that he didn’t need to be careful, but she knew he had to do this. Had to help her in the way he hadn’t been able to help Haley. So she let him, basked in his love and overprotection, suppressing a smile when he almost yelled at Derek for accidentally bumping into her injured arm.

She looks down at her phone as it chimes, picking it up to see a text from him.

Leaving now, should be home soon.

She smiles as she types out her response. She was excited to see him despite the fact it had only been a few hours since he’d convinced her to go home without him, his meetings with Strauss bound to overrun.

Ok, see you soon. Drive safe.

She stretches as she walks into their bedroom, her muscles still tight and sore, and she’s about to climb into bed, to rest after yet another long day after so many of them recently, when she hears it. The familiar sound of tears, a scream that still sent a shiver down her spine no matter how many times she heard it, and she’s out of their room and on her way to Jack’s before she can think about it.

When she opens the door and turns on the light, she’s met by the sight that had become all too familiar since they’d brought the little boy home. He was sitting upright in his bed, the sheets tangled around him, his face bright red with tears streaming down it. His chest hitching as he cries, losing his breath to it.

At first, he had slept in their bed with them. It was born out of Jack’s fear, and Aaron’s understandable reluctance to let his son out of his sight. The little boy slept pressed up against Emily or his father, waking them both with nightmares most nights, the things he had heard but did not understand in his old home haunting him. The move to his bedroom, a room he had never seen before, had been his choice. They’d moved in, purchasing their first house together, whilst Haley and Jack were in hiding. They’d painted the room bright green, the colour Jack had requested, and moved his things in from Haley’s house to make it feel like home to him too.

Emily didn’t like to think of the spare key on the hook by the door, intended for Haley so she could let herself in when they passed Jack back and forth. She didn’t think that they’d ever use it, that it would stay where it was, a grim memory of what they had lost.

“Oh, Jack,” she breathes out, moving across the room in seconds, sitting on the edge of his bed as he all but throws himself at her. He presses his tear streamed face into her neck, his skin hot against hers, and his arms wrap as tightly around her as he can manage, his legs around her waist. She holds him fiercely, her hand rubbing circles on his back as she tries to calm him down.

“I want Mommy,” he cries into her neck and she closes her eyes, feels tears pressing at the back of them that she couldn’t afford to shed. She cups the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and kisses his forehead.

“I know you do, baby,” she says, kissing him again, “I know.” She continues to comfort him, not offering platitudes she knows won’t help, just soothing him until he calmed down a little, his sobs receding, tears still on his cheeks. “Want to come sleep with me and Daddy? He’s on his way.”

Jack nods fiercely against her, and she stands, already well practised at the movement, and she suppresses the urge to wince, not wanting Jack to worry. He’d been so concerned when she came home from their first case back after Haley’s death injured, almost worse than Aaron had been with his fussing.

“Come on then sweetheart, let's go to bed.”

___

Aaron isn’t surprised when he gets home to find the house quiet, all the lights except for the one on the porch and the upstairs landing already off. Emily always insisted on leaving them on for him, a hangover from when he had once, when he was half asleep and worn out, tripped on the stairs on the way up to their bedroom. She’d woken up at the loud noise he made, her concern giving way to hysterical laughter once it was clear he was ok. Her hand over her mouth as she leant against a wall, offering no practical help as he walked up the rest of the stairs.

He locks the door and double-checks it, setting the alarm before he heads up the stairs, wanting nothing more than to spend some time with the woman he loves. He’s almost in their room when he hears it, the soft melody briefly stopping him in his tracks.

He knew she could sing, or at least, he knew she could carry a tune. He often heard her humming to herself, she seemed to do it mindlessly when she was focused on other things. The sound following her as she moved around their house.

He’d never heard her sing before, or at least he couldn’t remember having heard her. It wasn’t English she was singing in, but French, the meaning of the words lost on him, but not the tone, the love for his son clear in every syllable.

He stands and listens, just on the other side of the slightly open bedroom door, something about it calms him. He opens the door, unsurprised to find Jack in their bed, pressed up against Emily, already fast asleep, she looks up at him and smiles, not stopping her singing until she gets to the end of the verse she’s on.

“J'ai perdu mon amie,

Sans l'avoir mérité

Pour un bouquet de roses,

Que je lui refusai,

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime

Jamais je ne t'oublierai”

“Hi sweetheart,” he says softly, not wanting to wake his son. Emily is still smiling at him, a blush on her cheeks that show she’s a little embarrassed at having been caught, as if loving his son like this could do anything other than make him love her more. “Nightmare?”

She nods in response, her fingers trailing through Jack’s hair, the little boy’s hand in a tight fist around the neckline of her shirt despite his slumber.

“It was a pretty bad one.” She says, and he walks the small distance across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. He leans down to kiss her quickly, his hand on Jack’s back.

“Sorry I wasn’t here.”

She shakes her head at him. “It’s fine, I was here.” She kisses him again, and cuts off any protest he might have. “Go get ready for bed.”

He does as he’s told, rushing through his bedtime routine, only wanting to be with his family, what was left of it. He climbs into bed next to them in no time, Emily now laying down, Jack still against her. He wraps his arms around the two of them, kissing Emily’s temple as he does so.

“Why French?” He asks, his fingers tracing gently over her skin, she tilts her head to look at him, a confused look on her face, so he clarifies. “Why a French lullaby?”

“Oh,” she replies, smiling shyly at him, “when I was 4 or 5 we lived in France, I had this nanny who would sing me to sleep when I had nightmares, and she sang in French. I’m sure it won’t surprise you to know my mother wasn’t exactly the lullaby type, so they are the only ones I know.”

He kisses her, a sadness tugging in his chest as it always did when she told him something like that. One day, she would make a better mother than Elizabeth could ever dream of being.

He felt lucky that it was his children who would experience that. He looks down at Jack, pressed up against her, and realises his son already was experiencing it.

“What does it mean?”

She blushes again and avoids his eye contact, clearing her throat as she translates.

“Well, the bit you heard is ‘I lost my beloved, without deserving it, over a bouquet of roses that I refused to give her. It's so long I've been loving you, that I'll never forget you.’”

It isn’t lost on him how fitting the lyrics are, and he wonders if that's why she chose that song in particular. Singing all the words to Jack that he couldn’t understand, not only because it was in a language he didn’t speak, but because he was too young. He feels love for her rushing through his skin, burning him from the inside out, and he almost reaches for the ring he has hidden in his sock drawer. He stops himself, tells himself that she deserves better than this, and settles on kissing her instead.

“I can’t believe I never heard you sing before,” he says, and she smiles at him, a glint in her eyes that often meant trouble.

“What? You want me to sing you to sleep next time you have a nightmare?”

He rolls his eyes at her, fingers briefly digging into her ribs to tickle her, before stopping so they didn’t wake up Jack.

“I think I’d like that.”

-x-

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queenmarytudor · 10 months

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Celebrations following Mary’s proclamation in London, 19th July 1553

“The Lady Mary was proclaimed Queen of England amidst the greatest rejoicing it is possible to imagine: cries of “Long live the Queen!”, bonfires lit all over the city, and such a concourse of people as never was seen, who came forth as if they had been waiting to hear that my Lady's right was restored to her.”

- The Ambassadors in England to the Emperor, 19th July 1553

“The xix day of July was qwene Mare proclamyd qwene of England, France, and Yrland, and alle domy(ni)ons, [as the] syster of the late kyng Edward the vj. and doythur unto the nobull kyng Henry the viij [...] and ther was Te Deum Laudamus, with song, and the organes playhyng, and all the belles ryngyng thrugh London, and bone-fyres, and tabuls in evere strett, and wyne and bere and alle, and evere strett full of bonfyres, and ther was money cast a-way.”

- Diary of Henry Machyn, 1553

“The xix. day of the same monyth, [which] was sent Margarettes evyne, at iiij. of clocke at after-none was proclamyd lady Ma[ry to] be qwene of Ynglond [...] and there the qwere sange Te Deum with the organs goynge, with the belles ryngynge, the most parte alle [London], and that same nyght had the [most] parte of London Te Deum, with bone-fyers in every strete in London, with good chere at every bone [fyer], the belles ryngynge in every parych cherch, and for the most parte alle nyght tyll the nexte daye to none.”

- The Chronicle of the Grey Friars, 1553

[The proclamation] was so joyful news that all the people present who heard it wept [...] the people were so great assembled that the Lords could scarce pass by [...] when the trumpet blew, there was such shout of the people with casting up of caps and crying God Save Queen Mary, that the style of the proclamation could not be heard, the people were so joyful, both man, woman and child. The proclamation there ended the Lord Mayor and all the Council rode straight to Paul’s church and went up into the quire where Te Deum was solemnly sung with the organs going [...] all the people and citizens of the city of London for so joyful news made great and many fires through all the streets and lanes within the said city, with sitting tables in the streets and banqueting also, with all the bells ringing in every parish church in London until 10 at night, that the inestimable joys and rejoicing of the people cannot be reported.”

- Wriothesley’s Chronicle, 1553

“Great was the triumph heard at London; for my time I never saw the like, and by the report of others the like was never seen. The number of caps that were thrown up at the proclamation were not to be told. The earl of Pembroke threw away his cap full of angels. I saw myself money was thrown out of windows for joy. The bonfires were without number, and what with shouting and crying of the people and the ringing of the bells there could no one hear almost what another said, besides banqueting and singing in the street for joy.”

- Unnamed letter, 19th July 1553

“They caused the Lady Mary to be proclaimed Queen on the 19th of this month, after having called back to his former seat Paget, who had been expelled by the Duke. On that occasion the people showed unspeakable joy, both in public, in private and in the streets, shooting off salvoes of artillery and indulging in the accustomed sports and games.”

- The Ambassadors in England to Prince Philip, 20th July 1553

“The proclamation was made amidst such expressions of popular rejoicing, such a clamour and din and press of people in the streets, as not only you who were absent, but I who was present, can hardly find credible; and it was all the more marvellous for coming so unexpectedly. Men ran hither and thither, bonnets flew into the air, shouts rose higher than the stars, fires were lit on all sides, and all the bells were set a-pealing, and from a distance the earth must have looked like a Mongibello (i.e. Mt. Etna). The people were mad with joy, feasting and singing, and the streets crowded all night long. I am unable to describe to you, nor would you believe, the exultation of all men. I will only tell you that, as not a soul imagined the possibility of such a thing, when the proclamation was first cried out the people started off, running in all directions and crying out: “The Lady Mary is proclaimed Queen!”

- Advices from an Italian in England, 20th July 1553

“ It would be impossible to imagine greater rejoicings than those indulged in because of the proclamation of Queen Mary. For two whole days the bells, which it had been decided to convert into artillery, were rung; and there have been bonfires, public banquets in the streets, and distributions of money.”

- The Ambassadors in England to the Emperor, 22nd July 1553

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beanieelizabethbeans · 11 months

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We are nothing but a game to the Goddesses we are meant to love.

They watch us with their milky eyes and plaster grins, drinking their cocktails mixed of salty tears and bitter blood. In our dreams we see them, sword in hand, sword in heart. They hold our souls on puppet strings, toying with us until we drop dead. They've built their thrones atop our burial grounds, their palaces on our battle fields. Their marble fortresses are stained with our blood. They never have to worry about it fading, every hundred years there's a fresh coat.

One thousand years ago and another four hundred, the first Rite was performed. It was only Apollonia and Amalthea then, sisters of sun and moon.

Princess Elizabeth was the first to play and the first to win. Her goddess became Zorina, of Life.

The Second Princess was the first to lose. There is a story we’ve heard that says her goddess still walks the earth today, solemn, lost, looking for something she never had: freedom.

When Princess Creiddylad won two hundred years after Princess Elizabeth, her goddess was granted power over death, Morgana was her name, all because Creiddylad stained the world red with her Rite. She would do anything, anything to win. And she did. Of course she did. We all are supposed to win.

The Second Princess was the outlier. The Second, The Sixth, The Ninth, and The Tenth.

And now Paget. The Fifteenth.

They are the failures. The numbered mistakes. The ones that were never supposed to happen. They’re the ones whose names you don’t learn in school, whose portraits you will never see in the halls of your church or hear the choir sing songs about them. No one will give their children their names, after their triumphs and successes. No one will pray to the goddesses who stood by their sides as they lived and as they died.

No, the only people who know their names are the princess and her goddess themself. Only us.

Because to us, they’re the warnings. This is what will happen if you lose, the priestesses say. They’re examples of everything that we could become.

Everything that we did become.

It was never supposed to happen like this.

When Amalthea and Apollonia initiated the first Rite, no one was ever supposed to die. But somehow, The Second Princess did.

And then there were more than two options.

It was no longer just win or lose, the Rite became live or die. But to us, they mean the same thing.

And that's why we’re here.

We are the failures, the mistakes. We are the ones whose songs you will never hear and whose names you will never remember.

But we will make sure that you remember theirs.

Because they were more than the just Princess and her Goddess. They were children. They were creators. They were the outliers who saw their world as more than just something they had to fight to stay in. For them, it was beautiful. Wonderful, even. They were lovers, content in each other's arms. They sang and they danced and they drew and they smiled. They laughed like honey.

We never laughed.

But in the end, after the Rite was over and all that was left was blood and tears and screams, when their laughter were just echoes and their smiles just shadows, she still had memories of being happy with her.

That’s more than what any of us could ever say.

And for that, she is not one of us.

#prelude #prose #writing #teen writer #little writing #my writing #my wip #wip #wip excerpt #please dont steal #tell me what you think its about #Paget and Ernestine #when the stars collide #novel excerpt

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minervacasterly · 2 years

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Turning the Tide: Queen Against All Odds

"It was there, in the old Howard fortress on the evening of 20 July [1553], that Mary received Lord Paget and the earl of Arundel, who had ridden post-haste from London. They brought her the news that she and her advisers had been hoping, praying and working for all summer. The privy council had proclaimed her queen the previous day and Northumberland had surrendered without even drawing his sword at Cambridge.

After two weeks of confusion and intrigue not one drop of English blood was shed in bringing Mary Tudor to the throne of England. In London, bonfires were lit and church bells rung in one of the greatest spontaneous outpourings of joy that had ever greeted the accession of a new monarch.

‘Men ran hither and thither, bonnets flew into the air, shouts rose higher than the stars, and all the bells were set a-pealing,’ wrote an anonymous Italian in London, adding, with a fair infusion of hyperbole, ‘from a distance the earth must have looked like Mount Etna. The people were mad with joy, feasting and singing, and the streets crowded all night long. I am unable to describe to you, nor would you believe, the exultation of all men. I will only tell you that not a soul imagined the possibility of such a thing’. Nor, until the last couple of months, had Mary, but now, suddenly, the distant dream of her childhood was reality.

The sorrow, the suffering, the fears of a life spent in uncertainty were all part of her past. She instructed her chaplains at Framlingham to give thanks to God for her bloodless victory, saying that she ‘wanted the realm cleansed of divisive parties’.

With God’s help, she had triumphed against all the odds. She took this as a sign that He would bless her through all the years of her reign."

~The Myth of Bloody Mary by Linda Porter

#history #dailytudors #queen mary i of england

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project1939 · 5 months

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Day 84- Film: Stars and Stripes Forever

Release date: December 22nd, 1952.

Studio: 20th Century Fox

Genre: Musical

Director: Henry Koster

Producer: Lamar Trotti

Actors: Clifton Webb, Debra Paget, Robert Wagner, Ruth Hussey

Plot Summary: An overview of Sousa's music more than a biography, this film follows him from his days in the U.S. Marine Band to his superstardom and worldwide concert tours. And for some reason a totally fictitious young couple plays and sings with the band.

My Rating (out of five stars): ***

“Hey, let’s make a movie about John Phillip Sousa!” “Great idea! Everyone knows his music!” “Oh, wait- by the time he became famous, he was middle aged, and he wasn’t exactly an Adonis. We need youth and sex to bring in the crowds!” “Ok then- let's totally invent two hot young characters who never existed and give them half of the movie!” “But they have absolutely nothing to do with Sousa’s life!” “Do you think anyone will come to the movie just to see Clifton Webb in a full beard and pince-nez?”

The Good:

I liked Webb. He’s so good at disappearing into roles that it took me 30 minutes to recognize him as the actor I liked in Dreamboat from earlier this year! He has charisma, he’s interesting, he knows how to deliver a line... Why oh why did the film not use him more?!

The Technicolor. I love Technicolor, which you know if you’ve read any of my stuff. The print of this film looked great, so the color was its luscious vivid beautiful best.

The music. I’m not a huge Sousa fan, but it's certainly powerful, catchy, well-arranged music. I played brass in concert band from age 11-22, so I am more than familiar with his oeuvre!

Learning what the Two Step dance is! Of course, I’ve heard of the Two Step, but I never totally understood it until it was introduced in this film. “Oh, ok, that’s what it is!”

The opening shot of him buying 110 dozen gloves. This was a fantastic way to open the film- it's just a shame the rest of the movie didn’t live up to it.

The Bad:

We learn next to nothing about Sousa. He’s essentially there as a character to make a few jokes and play his songs. He’s basically a glorified M.C. in his own movie. It was extremely frustrating!

The young couple. By the end of the film I wanted to scream- “I don’t give a f—k about these fictitious people!! What about Sousa???” It was clearly a transparent attempt to add romance and youth to the movie to draw in more viewers. Because I guess a musical genius isn’t interesting enough if he’s older and has all the sex appeal of a respectable middle-aged man in a Gilded Age photograph.

Debra Paget as the young female love interest. She had negligible charisma, a passable voice, and barely any character traits or personality. And her character was a transparently fictitious- oh well, you get it by now.

Paget’s outfit in one of the dance numbers. It was supposedly the 1890s, and she was wearing something that would have been racy and revealing 30 or 40 years later.

I wanted more time for Sousa. Why could he not have more time in his own fricking life story?

Did I mention the young couple?

#project1952 #1952 #project1952 day 84 #100 films of 1952

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 1 year

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spotify put paget on my daily mix, i did not know she could sing??? what can't this woman do fr

also!!! I did my hair last night! i did a purple halo dye and then bright pink everywhere else it is had to explain but im so happy with it

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RIGHT AND ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG TOO AAGGHHH

that sounds COOL

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deke-rivers-1957 · 2 years

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Love Me Tender Notes

If you can't watch the movie for whatever reason, here's a general breakdown of all the scenes. I'm posting this to help keep track of my thoughts ahead of my official review.

Ok 20th Century Fox. Black and White. Richard Egan and Debra Paget are starring in this. Introducing Elvis Presley who is given a higher billing than the other actors despite not appearing until the 18 minute mark. We got the orchestral version of Love Me Tender over the opening credits.

We have a graphic stating this movie begins on April 10th, 1865 as a train passes by. This date is important for what comes later. Some guys on horses ride along the tracks to try to catch up to it. They ride up on a town that has Union soldiers celebrating the end of the Civil War. The Confederate soldiers ride up and start shooting unaware that the war just ended with General Lee's surrender.

The Confederate soldiers won and stole the Union soldiers uniforms. The train arrives with the new Captain (Richard Egan) providing papers to take the payroll from the train. The guard discovers their ploy only to be threatened with death if he tells.

Some of the money is stolen from the paymaster wagon by one of the "Union" soldiers. The guard now on the train, stops the train and informs the men of the theft. The Confederate soldiers now flee the scene back to their camp.

The soldiers discuss what to do with the money. They know that stealing the money would be a federal offense if they got caught. Vance who acted as the Captain officially decides to take the money to General Randall instead of keeping it.

The soldiers ride up to another camp ground to find no one there. They decide to ride to the next town to find out what happened. On the way, the soldiers find three members of a different regiment that tell them the news that the war is over. The three men had to walk back home in disgrace leaving the soldiers with no one to give the money to.

The soldiers discuss what to do now that the Confederate government was abolished. Vance says that they can each take a share since neither side knew the war ended making it their prize. Vance talks about heading back to Texas with his brothers, even though none of them don't have a consistent accent, and marrying his girlfriend Cathy. They've been together for at least 4 years.

Some Union soldiers ride near their camp looking for the thieves. They now decide to split up to head home.

The 3 brothers are back in town and stop at a store to freshen up and buy some new clothes. They even found a new suit so Vance could wear it to his wedding. When they leave the store, they find out that everyone in town thought they were killed in battle. We find out that Cathy had to move in with the brothers mother when her parents were killed in a raid that also killed their father.

The brothers ride home to find the father's grave stone. Their mother comes outside to find her sons riding up to the house. She's shocked that they all made it back alive. We see the mother call out to her youngest son, Clint (Elvis Presley) and Vance call out to his girlfriend Cathy (Debra Paget). The two kiss and Clint runs up to hug his brothers.

Vance is amazed at how Clint has filled up and grown saying "he's practically a man now". He tells the family of his plan to marry Cathy only for Clint to say he married her about 3 months ago. She had to marry into the family since both families were torn apart by war. Vance of course is disappointed by this.

Vance share his gifts with the family, showing Clint his sabre. Clint was very excited to see it since he wanted to join them in the war, but was forced to stay at home with his mother. He gives the mother the bonnet he originally wanted Cathy to wear and the suit he wanted to wear to Clint. The family all sits down to dinner and celebrates the brothers return on the porch.

Clint sings a song about getting a better home and dances for the family. They all talk about the good all days and Clint sings an old ballad that Vance used to sing (Love Me Tender). He addresses his mother and his new wife Cathy while singing it. Vance looks at Cathy and she looks sad realizing that they still love each other. He walks away from the family to think about things as Clint finishes the song.

He goes to talk to Vance about Cathy realizing that Vance is upset about something. He asks if Vance has any hard feelings about the two marrying. Vance says no and that he was never in love with her even though his eyes say otherwise. Clint actually loves Cathy too but Cathy doesn't seem to feel the same.

Everyone goes inside while Clint locks up the barn. Vance and Cathy meet up and confirms that Cathy still has feelings for Vance.

It's the next day as the older brothers meet up in the barn. They discuss what to do with the money since they never told the family about it. The family's poor and had a bad crop so they want to keep it at least for a little while.

Cathy goes up to the barn and tells Vance that she still loves him. Vance knows this and feels the same. They both understand that they can't be happy knowing that they're lying to Clint. She admitted that she told Clint she still loved Vance before they married. He walks out leaving her upset.

It's nighttime and Clint wakes up to find Cathy out of bed crying. He wants to find out why she's crying, but she doesn't tell. She goes back to bed and we see Vance wake up in his bed. He goes to his mother and tells her he needs to leave. He still doesn't want to tell Clint the truth about him and Cathy to avoid breaking his heart.

The next day, the family prepare to go the fair. The older brothers discuss what Vance should do with some of the money now that he wants to leave. He doesn't want Clint to suspect that anything's wrong.

At the fair, the townsfolk are trying to raise money to build a schoolhouse. Clint sings and performs at the fair. The mother looks on with pride. Cathy looks at everyone enjoying themselves and smiles. Clint sings another song and the focus is all on him.

Vance sees Cathy at a stand and tries to get her alone. He tells her about moving to California. She knows exactly why he wants to leave and she gets upset. Vance wants her to move on from him knowing it'll upset her. She runs off and Clint sees that she's upset. He asks Vance why she's upset and Vance tells him he's leaving.

Before Clint could ask why, some town officials arrive asking for the older brothers. One of them, Sir Ringo, tells them that took the money from a government train. They confirm that it was on April 10th, 1865 and that 8 weeks or about 2 months had passed. The brothers deny this but it was no good. The officials found one of the men that took the money and that they were all under arrest.

Clint tries to stick up for the brothers, but Vance tells him to stand down. They agree to take their horses and ride with the officials.

Clint is upset about the whole thing thinking that the brothers are being framed. Cathy asks what'll happen to Vance and Clint asks why she said just Vance. Some men ride up and Clint goes out to find out who they are taking a gun.

The men tell him that they were friends with Vance and want to help him. The brothers are being taken to another town to stand trial. They tell Cathy that Vance showed them her picture a lot.

Clint and the men chase the train to break the brothers out. Sir Ringo tells them that if they bring the money back to him, he'll drop all charges. If the paymaster identifies them, they'll be sentenced to 10 years. Vance tells Sir Ringo that they can't bring him all the money since they divided it up into shares. They have no way to find the other shares meaning the deal's off.

One of the men trying to help Vance shoots his gun to stop the train. Two of them hold Sir Ringo's men at gunpoint to let the brothers go. Clint's far from the train on horseback waiting for them. The Major from the Union wants them found no matter what.

Vance tells Clint to go home and he confesses to Clint that he did take the money. He told the men that if they all bring their shares back to Sir Ringo they'll be let go. The men refuse and turn to leave but Vance has his brothers grab their guns so they can't attack. He tells Clint to ride out to Sir Ringo in the morning since no one thinks he's a part of it, telling him they'll bring the money.

The Union soldiers go through the entire house and property searching for the money. Vance sees this and hides. The Major tells the mother and Cathy what had happened and leaves some guards.

Vance finds one of the townsmen and wants him to help. Cathy meanwhile leaves to help the brothers. She finds the townsmen (Jethro) hearing that Vance needs help. A guard finds her saddling her horse and says no one can leave without being searched. Obviously since he's a man and she's a woman that wouldn't be proper, so he let her go.

Vance sees Cathy riding and calls her to him. Cathy brought the money but the Union soldiers find Vance and starts shooting. He and Cathy run away on horse back as they're being chased. They ride their horses into a river to hide from the solders.

Cathy falls in the water, and Vance saves her from drowning. They remove their clothes to dry as Cathy is wrapped in a towel for decency. They discuss what will happen next as Clint says that Sir Ringo will drop the charges if they all bring the money by dark.

He notices that Vance isn't there. The men know that Cathy ran off and figure that Cathy went off with Vance to double cross him. The brothers try to convince Clint otherwise, but he believes the men when they say Cathy ran off to be with Vance and marry him.

Vance hides Cathy in the valley and rides off to try to find Sir Ringo. Clint and the men try to find Vance and Cathy. They think that all of the brothers might double cross him. Clint thinks that Cathy might be in trouble so he tries to find her. The brothers know where they might be so they ride off alone.

The brothers find Cathy and tells them what happened. They tell Cathy that Clint thinks she left him and is angry with Vance from jealousy. The men are trying to get Clint on their side, but Clint's still filled with rage about the whole thing.

The brothers and Cathy ride up to the group. Cathy is trying to tell the truth, but Clint doesn't want to hear her lies. Clint's gone completely crazy and is starting to hurt Cathy. He needs to be held back by his brothers so Cathy can get out of danger.

The men still try to turn Clint's head and takes the brothers guns. He believes them completely now and goes off with the men. The brothers try to find Vance as Cathy goes back to her hiding spot.

The men and Clint follow her and confront her. They decide to stay with her to wait for Vance to come back. Vance finds his brothers and they tell him that Clint joined the men thinking he double crossed them. He gives one of his brothers, Ray the money to give to Sir Ringo. They ride out to their hiding spot knowing Cathy and the men are there.

Vance still thinks that Clint might stand down if he talked to him. He walks up the valley alone to tell Clint and the men the truth. He tells him that he wanted to make things fair with Sir Ringo and he gave the money to Ray. One of the men tries to convince Clint to shoot Vance, but Clint starts to lose his nerve. He's hesitant and doesn't know who to believe.

Vance and Clint get in a stare down. Clint now doesn't want to shoot him, fully believing him. He sees one of the men about to shoot Vance, so he pulls the trigger so he shoots Vance in the shoulder.

Vance falls to the ground as the men try to take the money. Clint now completely overwhelmed shoots at the men to protect Vance. They shoot at him supposedly in the abdomen and he falls to the ground.

The Major comes in with his men and goes after the thieves. They chase after them before being arrested. Cathy runs to Clint and holds him as he's dying. Vance crawls to him as Clint tries to apologize. Vance says he knows Clint didn't mean to shoot him and reassures him that everything's going to be alright. Clint believes him and smiles before dying.

The movie ends with a headstone for Clint. The headstone reads "Clinton Reno. January 14, 1843 - April 25, 1865". The mother is weeping as the family mourn the loss of Clint. They all go back to the house as we see Clint's ghost sing a reprise of Love Me Tender. He smiles and fades away as the film ends.

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I need some time to write an actual review, but I still plan on finishing it by the end of the week.

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