The Indian Runner Page #5

- Goodbye.

And please give for me

prayers to Mr. Roberts.

Thank you. I will.

- Work on your past tense.

- Okay.

Lucy George Washington.

Glow in the dark.

- Are you Joe Roberts' wife?

- Yes. Who are you?

Me?

I'm Dorothy.

You in there, Frank?

It's me, Joe.

You in there, kid?

- That you, Joe?

- It's me, kid.

- What are you doing in there?

- Working on my draw.

Working on my draw.

- All right if I come in?

- Sure, Joe. Come on in.

Bang. Gotcha.

So I had a bit to drink.

Somebody was boring me.

Think it was me.

Wanna get dressed, Frank?

Take you to see your lady.

Pass me my drawers, would you?

I just hope he doesn't hurt himself.

He'll be fine.

Joe will bring him home.

So where did you and Frank meet?

Shoot. Everywhere, I guess.

Excuse me.

Do you have a 6?

Go fish.

Look, I got what I asked for!

- Do you have a 9?

- Am I losing here?

Go fish.

Welcome back.

Feel sort of funny,

showing up like that.

I'm glad you're here.

And Dorothy too.

Finally got lucky, huh?

Well, I sure hope so. 'Cause...

...she's got my little monkey

in her belly.

You're gonna be a pop?

- Joe! Dorothy's pregnant!

- So I just heard.

Come here, Slappy.

I knew Frank came back

because of Dad's suicide.

It was an unsettling thought,

but that he came back at all...

Help me with this!

...and that he was gonna have a baby...

...was enough for me to feel

that he'd not gone numb.

What am I? Black?

Messy.

What are you doing?

This is where you used to be

a little boy.

It's where I grew up, yeah.

We're gonna be in the big room.

I know. I just want to smell it.

Sorry.

I love you more than anybody

ever loved anybody.

Come on, Frankie. It's our first night

alone together in a big house.

I love you back, okay?

Honey, I gotta go.

I told Joe I'd meet him at 11.

I'm late.

You're a beauty!

Frank!

What?

If you see a shooting star...

...or if you see anything else,

will you think of me?

You really asking me

those questions...

...or are you just stalling me?

Both.

I'll be back soon.

Used to be bears out here.

Yeah, not so damn long ago.

It wasn't even timbered

when we were kids.

New ground!

New ground, sh*t!

New ground!

- Not new ground!

- What do you mean?

Old ground!

Old ground, sh*t!

- Old ground, Dad said.

- Said what? What did Dad say?

You had a Sioux village

...and another 10 miles southwest.

He said when this was all wood...

...you had Indian runners taking

messages through here.

- Getting chewed by wolves.

- Safe from wolves!

- Shredded by grizzlies.

- Safe from grizzlies.

Safe, sh*t!

Safe, Dad said.

Said what?

Independent of time and space, the

runner becomes his message.

Ain't no wolf, no bear

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