Deep Valley Page #3

You wouldn't take her

to be 22 years old,

now, would you?

I don't know.

Say, you might

like a visit

with some just plain folks

once in a while.

Why don't you

drop around sometime?

Well, we're pretty busy

most of the time-

suit yourself,

but I can promise you

a game of cards

and a nice, cold

bottle of beer.

You know, I might

take you up on that.

I just got out

of the army,

and I sure didn't

figure on being

back in a camp

this soon.

Yeah. I know how it is.

I was in

the last war myself.

Say, how about

coming around tonight?

Ha ha ha!

I take you guys in

and lock you up,

then I take a shower,

change my clothes,

and I step out.

And you poor animals

spend the rest of the night

in your little cage.

Ha ha ha!

Oh!

Get up,

you dirty mug!

I'll pick you up and

knock your brains out!

You'll get 20 years

for this.

I told you to cut it

out before, didn't I?

Put your hands up, or I'll run

this right clear through you!

Hold it, now!

You want to

kill a man?

You get out of this! This is

my business! He slugged me!

Lay off! Better put your

hands up, fella.

This guy's gone crazy.

O.K. The dirty pig, treating

us like we were animals

just because

we look at a girl.

I'll fix you.

Get up on the truck.

What's the matter

with you?

Hold still,

can't you, Libby?

Now, if you'll only

remember to smile.

It's your best point.

And don't talk any more

than you have to,

and maybe he won't

notice it so much.

There. Smile, Libby.

Can't you do

anything to help?

You act as if you didn't

even care. You must.

Now that

the road's here,

it's all going to

be different, Libby.

There will be

people, young men.

Women have

got to care.

You're O.K., Barker.

You go down, pretending you're

just going to the kitchen.

You act-well,

you can try anyway-

act kind of surprised,

and then smile

like you're happy

and say, uh, "Good evening, Mr. Barker."

No. You'd stumble

on his name,

so leave that out.

Say, "I didn't think you'd

make it on a night like this."

Then you smile

at Mr. Saul and say,

"Can I get you some beer

and sandwiches, father?"

C- can I g-get you some

b- beer and s-sandwiches, f...

You don't have

to say father.

Now... go on.

It's all right.

Remember, Libby-

you're happy. Smile.

I'm going to stop trying

to teach you this game

and take a few

pointers myself.

I told you I was

good at cards.

I learned during

the last war.

I came home

with enough money

to buy a cow

and a couple of pigs.

Let's see.

6, 19, 27.

If you win three more

points this next hand,

why, you'll blitz me.

Blitz? What's that?

All the points

are doubled.

Good evening,

miss Libby.

G- good evening.

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