Woman From White Wing (Episode 1.02)
Produced by Charles Marquis Warren
The Virginian, Trampas and Steve are anxious to get on their way back to Shiloh with some new livestock that have come in on the train. But the Judge has left orders that no cows are to be unloaded from the train until Wyoming's new senator finishes his speech. The Virginian tells a reluctant Steve to get planks - he will unload the bull, not the cows (thereby abiding by the Judge's orders) knowing it will stir up the cows left on the train. After patiently listening to the Virginian's flimsy excuse that he doesn't know how the bull got out, the Judge grants permission to unload the rest of the cattle, then smiles in amusement at his foremans prank.
The devilish twinkle in James Drurys eye when he conceives this prank, and his child-like, but feigned, penitence afterward mesh perfectly with Owen Wisters description of the Virginian (see below).
[The Virginian] now turned his eyes upon the collected babies wrapped in various colored shawls and knitted work....
If they look so awful alike in the heavenly gyarden, the gentle Southerner continued, Id just hate to be the folks that has the cuttin of em out o the general herd. And thats a right quaint notion too, he added softly. Them under the chair are Uncle Hugheys, didnt you tell me? And stooping, he lifted the torpid babies and placed them beneath a table. No, that aint thorough, he murmured. With wonderful dexterity and solicitude for their welfare, he removed the loose wrap which was around them, and this soon led to an intricate process of exchange. For a moment Mr. McLean had been staring at the Virginian, puzzled. Then, with a joyful yelp of enlightenment, he sprang to abet him.
...The women cried for vengeance...Mrs. Westfall argued long that punishment should be dealt the offender...Yes, spoke the Virginian in their midst, that wasnt sort o right. Especially as I am the man youre huntin....Come and kill me, he continued, looking round upon the party. Ill not resist. But they could not resist the way in which he had looked round upon them. He had chosen the right moment for his confession.