I come near forgettin'.

It's about the idol an' the money an' the ranch.

I don't want any of them.
They're yours.

You've earned them an' you deserve them.

Go to Las Vegas an' petition the court to turn the property over to you; tell the judge I flunked on the specifications." "I don't want your property," she said in a strange voice.
"You've got to take it," he returned, with a quick look at her.
"Here"-- he drew a piece of paper and a short pencil from an inside pocket of his vest, and, walking to the table, wrote quickly, giving her the paper.
"I herewith renounce all claim to my father's property," it read; "I refuse the conditions of the will." It was signed with his name.