Dead South Page #3

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Hush up!

If Stokes ain't dead,

he ain't done lordin'.

Well, we got paper that say

different and so do the law.

We ain't got nowhere else to go

'cause them

free-work niggrahs...

Made it where

an honest man can't work.

We been tryin' to hold up

waitin' for Jim everette

to make it back,

so we can work with him,

help him get nightshade

up and croppin' again.

What's your name squatter?

My name's Ferris,

Ferris hoagland.

And these here is my people,

even if it ain't by name.

Well Ferris,

Jim everette is dead.

Nightshade is ours now.

Now, y'all can run off if you

want to, but come first rain,

we fixin' to start croppin'

and make a go of it

here at nightshade.

Now, we gonna need all

the money from the crop,

but if you work

the land with us,

we'll deed this farm over

to whoever done helped us.

Are you sayin' we work

this season for free,

then y'all gonna

give us the land?

That's right.

- We 'spose to believe that?

- We ain't croppin' with

no niggrahs!

I ain't your boss, squatter,

but you don't like who I hire,

you can take your chances

out on the roads or the woods

or in town.

Or y'all can stay and work.

We only plannin' on staying

this one season,

then we going home

to our people.

You work or leave.

What y'all fixin' to crop?

Hemp, peanut, tobacco.

Whatever we can

afford the most of.

Charmington's huh?

Well, y'all definitely

ain't from around here.

I need to order some supplies,

Mr. Jenkins.

I got cash money.

The charmington brothers

want to buy some hemp seed.

Much obliged, sir.

Sir, you still wantin' me

to take Stokes' order

out to his place?

You's the most ignorant fool

I've been displeasured

to ever know.

I can't take your money, Silas.

You better take

that money and ride on.

Exactly what you think gone

come of you foolin' around

with them nightwalker?

Everybody want a

piece of you right now:

Stokes, them plantation boys,

Lester hunt and the

rest of them eaters.

If you want to live, boy,

you best to move on.

I can't leave, Silas.

And I got me some land to crop.

Land to... what?

Boy, you been drinkin'

corn liquor from them jugs.

- Move on, griff.

- It's for true, Silas.

Now, them brothers,

they ain't got no money to pay,

but they going to keep

the crop money

and pay whoever crop with them,

with the land.

And you fool enough

to believe them spookies?

I need you to listen to me

on this here, Silas.

Now, you ain't seen them

when they said it.

Now, these spookies here

is... they's different.

They's different than everybody.

They's different, Silas,

and they paying with the land.

Now, this here be's

our chance here, Silas.

Now, we gonna have to share

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