The Kentuckian Page #2

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- 200 dollars.

- And my costs too. Now move!

Pa! That's our Texas money.

I'll go back. I'll work hard.

You keep your Texas money, Eli.

Son, you got a proper say in this.

I don't want her to go back to him.

Do you stand with me?

I stand with you.

You're plumb wore out, Hannah.

Seems like all I want to do

is to leave things behind.

We'll stay the night here.

- Come another day or so, we'll all be safe.

- Safe for sure?

Mountain people like the Fromeses

stick close to their own briar patch.

It galls me some, though, to think I run.

I wouldn't call it running,

even leaving Texas out.

He ain't got much, Little Eli.

Just Faro and me.

Been half an orphan all his life,

which is why I made tracks.

Couldn't stand to think

he'd be a whole one.

You're a good man, Eli Wakefield.

Don't let anything come between.

That's your Uncle Zack.

I'll find out where your Uncle Zack lives.

Never say die!

Begging your pardon.

- A miss!

- I ought to cut that buckskin off of you!

- I just wanted to ask...

- Anything you want can wait!

Well, son, you had enough?

What do you want?

Begging your pardon, but could you

tell me where Zack Wakefield lives?

That your wife?

No.

You looking for work?

Wakefield doesn't hire any women.

I could use one here, though.

She don't want no work.

I asked you a civil question.

You going to tell me

where Zack Wakefield lives?

Wakefield's a particular man.

No use asking here.

Thank you, sir.

Second place north, on the left.

If he'll let you in.

Howdy, Zack. We got here.

Elias!

Praise the Lord!

You're a sight for sore eyes.

- This your young 'un?

- There's three of us.

There's three of you. Come on in!

- Sophie! Elias is here!

- In a shake!

You wouldn't remember your Uncle Zack.

Shake hands.

- How are you, boy?

- This here is Hannah.

- How do, miss?

- How do you do?

- We've brought something for you.

- Oh?

- For your innards.

- Oh!

That's nice! Mighty nice!

But you got no business

spending your money on fancies.

Take off your duds. Sit down, y'all.

Well, Elias!

And here's Little Eli all grown up almost!

That hair's pretty enough for a girl.

You must have lost your shears,

you and your pa both.

This is Hannah, Sophie.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hannah?

- She come with us.

Oh. I didn't get the last name.

- Hannah Bolen.

- Pa freed her with our Texas money.

It cost 200 dollars.

A bound girl?

We're all going to Texas.

I see.

You got to take things for what they are.

Pity you didn't train that hound, Little Eli.

He didn't need no training.

He was natural-born smarter than any fox,

weren't he, Pa?

Get down, Faro. Heel.

Hannah and Little Eli are plumb wore out.

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