The Education of Little Tree Page #5

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Somehow, even costing

me all this calf's worth,

I figure you ought to have him,

the way he's taken up with you.

I wasn't gonna take him, mister.

Don't worry about me

none. It's for the best.

Thank you, sir. I didn't mean...

I said, where did you get 50 cents?

- Did I take advantage of him?

- No, that's what Christian people do.

You reckon? Well then,

I guess he's mine.

I gotta go show my granpa!

- You can come up and visit him.

- I can?

If you want.

I can fight for you against

this army of Jews and Catholics

who's bent on picking

everything from your pockets.

Thank you!

Thank you, thank you.

God bless.

Granpa, look!

A fellow sold him to me, for 50

cents, but he was a Christian man,

and that's what them

fellows do, so it's OK.

I didn't take advantage

of him or nothin'.

- Take care. Bye-bye.

- See you later!

Granpa!

Do you know any Jews or Catholics?

I'll tell you what, Little Tree.

If you were to take a knife and

cut into that politician's heart,

you'd have a hard time

finding a kernel of truth.

The son of a b*tch didn't say nothin'

about getting the whiskey tax taken off,

the price of corn, nor

nothin' else of value.

I stand against politicians

and all such sons of b*tches.

Listen here. That's a new cuss word with

a whole lot of starch attached to it.

You don't want to use that

no way at all around your...

- I believe your calf's died.

- No, he ain't neither.

Come on, get up. Get up!

He's dead, Little Tree.

If something's dead, it's dead.

There's disease on the liver.

Can't eat it.

We'll send the dogs back.

It'll make a meal for them, anyhow.

For the calf's hide.

Ain't no way of learning

you, except letting you do.

If I'd stopped you buying the

calf, you'd always want it.

If I told you to buy it,

you'd blame me for its dying.

- You just gotta learn as you go.

- Yes, sir.

Well then, tell us what

you learnt out of this.

Well, I sure as hell...

I reckon I learnt not to

trade with no Christian.

Tell me something. Did you

find your secret place yet?

Secret place?

- I don't know.

- Well, you'd know.

- What's it look like?

- It's a place only for you.

Sometimes you feel

you gotta go there.

All Cherokee got a secret place.

Is that so?

I tell you what. Instead of

working the still this morning,

you'd be better off searching out

your own place, before the snow comes.

- You think?

- I do that.

Come on, Blue Boy!

Gotcha!

This is it. This is my place.

- Revenuers!

- Damn!

- How far back?

- Some.

All right.

Take this. I'll clean up

and meet you at the cabin.

- Can you manage it?

- Yes, sir.

Come on, Blue Boy!

- Indian!

- Just a kid.

- Yeah, Indian kid.

- Wait a goddam minute.

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