Beyond the Forest Page #3

No gloves, just your hands?

I didn't have no gloves.

You weren't here. Someone

had to do something.

Keep her drinking liquids and give

her one of those every three hours.

If you know any more

prayers, say them.

You've got to give me credit,

and I've got to have

the plasma and penicillin

right away!

Well, send it C.O.D. and I'll

get the cash somehow.

Well, you don't expect me

to let a woman die

because I owe you 187 dollars,

do you?

All right, all right...

I'll drive over and

pick it up myself.

You'd get that same exercise

if you were a lumberjack!

Yeah, but would I get you?

You haven't got me!

You're here.

Here today and gone tomorrow.

Gone today if I have any sense

before Moose sobers up.

What about that time before?

What did your husband say

when you turned up?

He believed what I told him,

that I'd been lost in the storm.

That's what you told me, when

you wanted in the lodge that time!

You believed it, too!

Wait a minute! You knew

I was snowed in here alone?

And that Moose had a bad knee...

and that Lewis was

taking care of it.

Only a few hundred yards away?

I'm glad I didn't know it then!

I knew it.

Thought you might be worth it.

Was I?

I'm back...

What's your game, Rosa?

What do you want?

You.

You're a married woman!

You didn't make those millions

by having scruples!

I just don't want your husband

taking a pot-shot at me.

Lewis? He couldn't hit

the side of a barn!

I'm the shot of the family.

Besides, I don't owe him anything

for keeping me in this town.

I wish this bag had Loyalton

printed all over it...

I'd punch the daylights out of it!

Why didn't you get out on your own?

What as? A telephone girl?

A stenographer, a waitress?

You could get me out!

Sure I could, but why should I?

Because I'm the kind of

woman you need!

Rosa, you're a scream.

Don't you know that half of

the society dames in Chicago

trot their daughters out

for my inspection?

Like fillies at a racetrack!

Girls with beauty, breeding,

accomplishments.

Girls who've been places,

speak languages.

Not yours!

Maybe I want to learn theirs.

You can't teach an

old dog new tricks.

I want you to marry me!

Take a deep breath, Mildred.

There.

You can feel it, can't you?

Like warm rare blood.

It's beginning to work.

I knew you'd do it.

I knew you'd pull her through.

She pulled herself through.

It's her own will to live.

And prayer!

Blood.

Rosa!

Anybody home?

Jenny?

Rosa! You got back all right.

I got back.

How's your foot?

Fine.

What a dump.

Don't start hating it

till it's paid for!

To some men, 3000 dollars

is just peanuts.

I suppose so.

Where's Jenny?

I let her go home. Didn't know

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