The Keeping Room Page #3

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- We aint leavin' this house.

-Too many doors and windows and rooms.

- We goin' to fight.

I don't wanna fight.

We can hide.

They dont know we here.

I just shot their dog,

they gonna come lookin'.

How you know what dog

belong to what Yankees?

'Cause they followed me.

Don't leave us.

We ain't goin' to wait all night.

Augusta.

- You want them here?

- No.

Then I gotta go down.

Girl.

Who else you got in there?

You got men?

Negros or cowards?

Girl!

Where are you?

No!

Moses!

Moses!

Help me!

Moses!

- Sorry.

- Here.

Shhhhh.

Why you naked?

There was a fire.

I had to put it out.

What?

Get over here.

This is your gun.

I gotta reload.

Watch me and do as I do.

Take the powder.

Take the powder, put it in.

Take the ball,

put it in.

Push it down.

Pull this back.

- You hold steady.

- All right.

And you pull this.

Yeah.

All right.

- You got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

- You sure.

- Yes. Yes.

Girl!

Girl!

You got ten to come out

or were coming in.

One!

Two!

Im gonna try n' draw 'em

away from the house.

No, don't.

No.

You bar this door behind me.

If a man comes through,

no matter what, you shoot.

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Shhh.

Shhhh.

You followed me?

Yeah, I did.

Why didnt you kill me

with Caleb and that woman?

I wanted to keep

you for a while.

Damp powder.

Must be as old as this gun.

Something about you

makes me wanna..

sit down.

Then why you come

like you want a war?

I dont know how to stop.

Why don't you come on out?

I wanna see you.

Why dont we just

put down the guns?

We can get a lot closer

without them.

Well.

Maybe it's just you and me now.

If you don't stand still,

I just might have to shoot you.

Quiet!

Don't make me hurt you.

Go on.

At my second farm,

there was this one shed

we wasnt allowed at.

All the other buildings

had their jobs.

One for feed.

One for tools.

But there was this one shed

we was told never to go in.

Not to play near it.

Not to get curious.

We made up all sorts of stories.

Gold.

Ghosts.

God.

Then, one day when I was 'bout ten

the man told me to go to the shed.

I was goin' to the shed.

I would get to know.

I walked to the shed,

my heart comin' out my dress.

I was gonna get to know.

I was gonna get to know.

I was gonna be the one

to tell all the others.

I opened the door.

Only thing in there was

a low cot and no windows.

I stood there a minute

so unsure.

So sad.

Wonderin' why we wasnt

supposed to know for so long.

And then the man come in.

And he had me.

He was so big

and I was so small.

So small that I didnt even know

what was happenin'.

That was the first time.

And there were many more.

Some times they cut the baby out.

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