The Better Angels Page #2

Ten steps.

Nine, ten.

I was glad she had

some good times.

Singular number.

Expresses.

Three.

Plural, "We may."

She married pretty young.

Be loved.

Died with her first baby.

I reckon it was like her Mama.

She didn't have no cure.

She asked if

we'd seen her trinket.

Empty your pockets.

It's nothin'.

Didn't mean nothin' by it.

I said empty your pockets.

Come here.

Please, Tom.

I don't want this.

Go wash up.

Go on.

Run off.

No one keeping you here.

If I see you...

...keep your distance.

Burn like hell at suppertime.

Your Mama saw something in you.

She thought you was blessed,

that you was smart.

You see,

I've always known it to be

if a man is smarter,

you don't got to act like it.

He don't have to show

no one he's better than 'em,

he just is.

You're like this corn.

You're all closed up.

You won't break free,

you won't come out.

Seed can't stay in the ground

forever, son.

No, it has to grow and give.

Don't you like

having a Mama here?

Sometimes I forget

what Mama looks like.

That ever happen to you?

Can you do it?

Your eyes closed?

I'll never take

your mother's place.

But I'll love you as she did.

If you choose to love me less...

I'll still love you the same.

He doesn't say much.

He thinks he's better than us.

That's not true.

He talks to himself.

I've seen it.

He's strange.

He's your brother.

Drop it!

Come on.

Come on.

He won't let go

of the stick, guys.

Come on!

Found a dead coon.

Couldn't get it off.

The dog made a beeline

for the woods.

Wild dog scentin' coon.

Tracked the little animal home.

Speedily demolished him.

You do it?

No, sir.

You do it?

No, sir.

I did it.

How'd your husband die?

Bad water.

Were you scared?

Yes.

Scared for him.

Scared to be alone.

Are you sad still?

In a different way.

I'll always miss him.

He was a sweet man,

good father.

I have a new life now.

A good one.

Strong and sturdy.

Everyone was real pleased

to have a new house for worship.

I can't think of a better man...

The Reverend asked

his Pappy to build it.

It was an honor.

If we call to mind

our beginning,

some of us may find a time

where our fathers were under

affliction and suffering.

The wilderness

in which our fathers

passed the days

of their pilgrimage

are now pleasant fields.

This was not done

to be buried in oblivion,

but to prepare a people

for a greater destiny.

And the remembrance of that

ought to humble us

and create in us

a Christian benevolence

towards our inferiors.

Whoever supports

the cause of some

promotes the good of all.

No time.

I wanna live on the river.

On a flat boat.

Is that a snapping turtle?

He'll bite ya on the finger.

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