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of him

oh, and that sweet smell

of his hair.

I could hear

the soft sounds he made

when he slept.

It was almost as...

As if you knew him

before he was born.

Ja.

When I first married Jacob,

it was enough.

We were a family-- Anna, Caleb--

but now with the drought

the worse it becomes

the more the land dries up

and the leaves turn to dust

I have this dream

almost every night

that everything

will be all right

if I have a baby.

Have you spoken to Jacob?

Oh.

Do cats dream?

(laughing)

Maybe.

I have dreams at night.

Mmm, bad dreams

or good?

Good dreams.

Every night,

I dream of rain.

Do you?

Do you dream of rain?

Yes.

I dream about rain.

That's good.

Then, it will

come true.

(wind blowing)

(door banging)

Some wind out there.

It's magic,

isn't it?

Someone goes away--

There's that picture

left behind.

The face stays forever.

It's a fine

picture of you.

But I'm not leaving,

Jacob.

(door continues banging)

Barn door.

(door opens, then closes)

(laughing)

Sarah...

you're a wild thing.

I'm not leaving, Jacob.

I'm not leaving.

I'm not.

I'm not leaving.

I'm not.

Never.

I'm telling you...

I'm not...

I'm not...

Sarah:

Hello, Maggie.

What will we do?

Sarah:

Such happy voices.

They'll know harder times

soon enough.

We have to go further

for water.

There's water

in Waconda Springs.

I don't know if there's

enough water there

and that's a three-day trip,

maybe four.

We'll go together.

Think, Jacob--

We bring water back,

then what?

The cattle...

the crops?

There are no crops.

Maggie and I have been talking

about other ways.

What?

I think what Matthew means is,

they're thinking about leaving.

Leaving?

I hate this land.

Sarah...

No, I mean it.

I don't have to

love it like Jacob...

like Matthew.

They give it everything--

everything--

and it betrays them;

It gives them nothing back.

You know,

Jacob once told me

his name was written

in this land.

Well, mine isn't.

Itisn't.

They don't know

anywhere else.

You know...

you are like

the prairie lark.

It sings from

high in the air

to tell the other

birds it's there

and then it

drops to Earth.

But you have not

come to Earth, Sarah.

You don't have

to love this land.

But if you don't,

you won't survive.

Jacob is right.

You have to write

your name in it

to live here.

What are they doing?

All right.

Whoa, oh.

Keeping busy.

How far, Jacob?

Down that much.

Jacob, I think...

Don't say it.

(thunder rumbling)

It's been doing

that all day.

It's been doing that

for months.

Jacob.

We're leaving.

It's all right, Matthew.

I know.

(thunder rumbling)

Anna:

Papa! Papa!

Coyote!

He'll kill Moonbeam!

Jacob, what are you going to do?

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