Stars in My Crown Page #3

Well, that vein has run

smack-Dab into your property line.

Found out about it

first thing this morning.

Now, what do you say to that?

Well, sir, I don't know.

I don't see it's anything to do with me.

Why, it's your property, ain't it?

It ain't my property.

If I don't get title to that land,

I'll have to close down the mine.

So, here I am with a little proposition.

60 cents an acre, cash in hand,

Or you can take it out

in credit at the store.

Done?

Sell my land?

That's the ticket.

Mmm. Well, sir, thanks all the same,

But I been making out on that

place a sight of years now.

Yes, but that isn't what I asked you.

Yes, sir. What I mean is that...

Well, I... I reckon I'm just

too old to make a change.

Not enough money for you, huh?

Sir?

Now, no hard feelings.

Mind you, I like a sharp trader,

I always did. Only

wished I was one myself.

I'll give you 80 cents an acre,

Provided you take out half

in credit at the store.

Well, sir...

80 cents an acre, that's 80 times 20.

That's $16, famous, more

money than you ever seen.

Mr. Backett, let me ask you something.

I got this here suit

of overalls, ain't I?

Yeah.

I got a long-Tailed coat for sundays.

Uh-Huh.

A house, got a bed,

And I gets my vittles

3 times every god's day, don't I?

Yeah.

Mr. Backett, what does I want with $16?

Now, you look here.

The boys I've got working for me

Ain't gonna blame me

When the mica mining has to stop

And their good wages along with it.

It ain't me they'll be throwing down on

When their women and

children has to do without.

No, sir,

I wouldn't want such as

that on my conscience.

Think it over, famous.

Yes, sir.

Giddap.

Watch your pole, boy!

Get a hold of it! Get a

hold before he takes it away!

Hook him out of there!

Pull 'im! Pull 'im!

That's right. Look at that!

That's a cat.

Catch his mouth and watch his fins.

If he pinch you, he'll poison you.

Your hand will swell up

like a puff adder bit you.

Get away from there, belle!

That's a nice one.

Well, well, many happy

returns to the day, son.

Howdy, famous.

Howdy, Parson.

Just met Lon Backett driving off

Looking mad enough to bite himself.

Is that true what I been hearing

About that mica vein of his going

over to your side of the fence?

I reckon it's true, right enough.

People are telling it

like it's a big joke.

Myself, I don't think it's so funny.

I don't want to make no

trouble for nobody, Parson,

But that's my place.

I ain't never had no other.

What's going to happen to me

If I has to sell my land?

Uncle famous doesn't have

to sell, does he, Parson?

You're a free man, famous.

That's right, uncle

famous, 'cause the law says.

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