The Shepherd of the Hills Page #5

speakin' of notions. That's what I mean.

You get to whisperin' to yourself...

when there ain't

a single word to say.

Bees bumblin' at ya,

you get all tongue-tied,

start smilin'sidewise.

And you see plumb fancy

with your eyes shut tight.

Feelin' that way, a man most

generally falls off to sleep.

I... It don't make a speck of sense.

Oh, it 'tain't the sleepin' or the

talkin' back and forth in your dreams.

It's... It's the wakin' up

and findin' out...

you been dreamin' to suit yourself.

Well, it's just like you been sayin'

and I been wonderin'.

The heavier the man,

the deeper his boot track.

It just don't make no sense,

love don't.

But there it is.

Well, I guess supper's coolin'

and waitin' at our house.

Bye, Jim.

Bye.

Bye, Sammy.

"I've been sayin',

and he's been wonderin'."

What in thunderation

was he talkin' about?

Somethin' inside you gets to hurtin',

you're breathin' so awful bad,

you wanna yell out loud.

And you know you're walkin'

up a road ain't got no end.

For the sake of my tired soul's

confusion, what are you aimin' at?

He's been talkin' pretty words

fenced around with no meanin'.

'Cause love don't make

no sense, it don't,

not when a man's got on his mind

what Young Matt's sworn to do.

Uh-huh!

Smelled that peppermint candy

all the way up here, didn't ya?

Here, Pete.

Something's wrong.

Something's wrong around here.

What is it?

Everything's as usual, and better.

Set and eat.

What's he tryin' to say?

What you been wantin' most to do,

Matt? What are you gettin' at?

Look.

A hundred dollars, and more to come.

Your waitin's over, Matt.

You sold Moanin' Meadow.

For your sake.

Look! Hatin', hatin'.

You sold it, and you got no right!

She's my sister

same as she's your mother.

Only she has got a right

to be in Moanin' Meadow.

Go on!

But before you do it,

you gotta know this.

It's me runnin' the Mathews, and not

you whose bornin' brung the misery on us.

I know what I am.

Then don't be forgettin'

why us are livin' on the hill,

hidin' from folks' laughin' and talkin'.

Don't no one ask us

to no get-togethers.

They don't want nothin' to do

with no kinfolk of your mother's.

No stranger's gonna trample

on her grave.

You can't rest her easy

by killin' strangers.

Kill him what put

the idiot curse on my son.

Him what killed her, not the one that's

gonna give you the money to do it.

Poison talk.

You witch-woman you.

You... with your sermon of hate.

Castin'a spell onto all of us!

A... drivin' Young Matt to murder.

You fool! You blind-drunk fool!

You're right. You're right.

I sat there sayin' to myself,

"Why don't ya stop him?

'Cause you can't.

"'Cause why? 'Cause you ain't got

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