The Unforgiven Page #2

- Giddyup.

- But, Pa!

- I want to change my dress. Please, Pa?

- What's the matter with this dress?

Do you want your daughter to get married,

or don't you?

Take more than a fancy dress

to catch a Zachary. Go ahead.

Papa!

Give me that gun.

Papa!

- What's the matter, child?

- You snake-bit or something?

- An old man!

- What old man?

He had only one eye,

and he wore a saber. A long saber.

Get back in the wagon. Put your hat on.

I seen him, and he sure seen me,

because he got that one eye full, Mama.

Down in the valley

hear the wind blow

Roses like sunshine

violets like dew

Angels in heaven

know I love you

God love you, Ben,

for staying partners with a man like me.

It's been a burden...

doing business with a God-fearing,

honest, decent man.

And crippled.

Indian knife done that, Mathilda.

Indian squaw, Rachel, honey.

The while he was tied captive

by them Kiowa.

Kiowa devils.

We licked them good last time,

didn't we, partner?

Us and our picayune neighbors?

Four years ago Christmas,

down there by the wash.

You flushed them and I shot them.

- They ain't showed a feather in four years.

- Four good years for buzzard.

Groundhog, blue potatoes

and all the alkali salt you can eat!

Froze to the saddle.

A sunburn right through your clothes!

And that twister two years ago,

like a big black dog chasing his tail.

The turnaround, down in the spring...

when the creek dried up,

and they died by the hundreds.

Great God in the morning!

But now...

this year, Mother, fat!

By the grace of God.

Fat as ever I've seen him

in all my long days.

Hallelujah!

We did it together.

Us Rawlins and you Zacharys.

What sayeth the Lord?

The Lord sayeth, "Be fruitful and multiply."

Multiply!

We old folks,

we done all the multiplying we can.

You say.

Therefore, Ben, Mathilda...

I'd like to see

our two families joined together.

- Keep talking, Papa.

- I don't mean you.

Not yet, anyway. And pull your dress down.

Who then, partner?

He means me.

You?

Charlie?

Charlie, come here.

Speak up, Charlie.

Tell my brother what you want.

Me?

Nothing, sir.

You're a liar, Charlie.

I suppose I am.

Tell him, Charlie, or I'll tell him.

Ben Zachary, sir...

I want to come courting.

Courting who?

Rachel.

My baby sister?

She's a pretty big baby.

And big enough, soon enough.

Hush, Mother. You're getting drunk.

Drunk. Drunk don't tell lies.

Ben, what say you?

I'll think on it.

You'll think on it.

And that's all he'll ever do, too, Papa.

The same goes with Cash Zachary.

I'm 20 years old, and I've been waiting

Maybe you ain't asked the right Zachary.

- Do you love me, Andy?

- I do.

Except you're tearing my coat.

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