Dead South Page #5

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for daylight on the other side.

You're pretty good with that.

Yeah, well, I had to work at it.

You're a natural.

Go on back now, I'll catch up.

Yes, sir.

Yeah... I had to work at it.

It's pretty much all

I'm good for, is killing men...

And trees

farther from home

with each and every one.

Your dresses have been

particularly beautiful lately.

Do you have a gentleman in mind?

I noticed the men

gathered outside the stables,

daddy.

Odd sort for honest man's work.

I hire them sometimes.

Some on, some off.

Just depends

on our needs is all.

There are quite

a number of them.

These new men wouldn't have

anything to do with the people

- planting down on nightshade,

do they?

- Now, Philly...

I just don't see the point

of pushing everyone off

Jim everette's place.

The hard facts are that

we need to hold on

to everything that we've got.

And that includes nightshade

and the flood grounds.

You realize,

we are surrounded by

thousands and thousands

of freed slaves?

We're out-numbered nine-to-one.

Now, what happens if they get

the notion for revenge?

They're going to go after

what families first?

- But, daddy, what if...

- Sweetie, there are

no what ifs.

Daddy, your freed slaves

don't want any revenge.

They just want to try to

find their families

and start some new kind of life,

and these men you've hired

are not farm hands.

This is not the time

for this discussion,

'cause it's upsetting

my digestion.

The war is finally over

and if we can just...

No!

No.

Now...

Sweetie, Jenkins promises me

that he'll have Silas

run those dresses right up here

as soon as they arrive.

I think I'm ready

for that chicken now.

Thank you.

Thank you, Henry.

You are my very heart, Philly.

My very heart,

we must remain

together on all of this.

Now, listen...

Listen, they'll be no more

of those late night walks.

I want you to stay

close to daddy, now.

And no more of those little

clandestine charity meetings.

Please, put the silverware back.

We'll soon

be without any eating utensils.

If I cannot alter my fate,

as you say, daddy,

then what do utensils matter?

Or anything else I may

choose to do with my time?

Henry, please tell Marie

that the chicken is

particularly excellent tonight.

You look like you're still

ready for the war.

For the squatters.

My canning skills ain't

the best in eye tooth,

but last season's berries

were the best in years.

My name is Stokes.

Philomena Stokes.

Of course... my name is

beauregard charmington.

My brother hilde and I,

we own nightshade.

You're a beautiful man,

aren't you?

Do you have a nickname your

brother or family uses for you?

Beau...

Beau.

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