The Kentuckian

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How long now, Pa?

How many more days?

We ain't much more than started.

Is there troublemakers around here too?

Don't you fret about

that Fromes family, son.

We're not really running from them,

are we, Pa?

Us?

We're traipsing along like natural men.

We got other things to do.

We gotta get to Texas.

I can't hardly wait. Are you certain sure

we won't stay long in Humility?

Long enough to say how do you do

to your Uncle Zack and Aunt Sophie.

Could I count the money again?

- You sure there's enough?

- Certain sure.

Enough for the steamboat

with a mite left over for seed.

Old Faro's getting hot.

Just listen to him sing.

- What's 20 onto 115?

- 135.

Hush, boy. Faro's making music.

Fox doubled on him.

Same as before, Pa. 215.

Are you expecting it to multiply?

Give it here. We'll blow the dog in.

Let me try it again, Pa.

Time you can blow it,

I figure you'll be growed up.

- He heard you.

- Why, sure he did.

Old Gabriel himself will want

to borrow this horn on Judgment Day.

You better lie down now. Your ma

will be asking why I don't bed you down.

Won't you tell me

something more about Texas?

It's a place for the likes of us. No people

there much. No neighbors to crowd you.

Only wild game to see and to shoot at.

When you take a breath, it's got a clean

taste, like nobody never used it before.

Man, oh, man!

Smart music, Faro.

That's the way Texas is, they say,

and that's the way for us.

It ain't we don't like people.

We like room more.

Room to stretch in. Room to see and hunt.

Where you set foot,

no foot's been set before.

That's what ails Kentucky. A man can't

move without he nudges a neighbor.

Here, Faro! Heel!

Get him.

- You there, call your dog off.

- He didn't start it.

I've a good mind to arrest you.

Resisting an officer, breach of the peace.

- It's ready. They can eat now.

- Can't you wait a minute?

- What are you doing here in Prideville?

- Passing through.

Let's have your name.

Elias Wakefield.

Some of you Wakefields

just killed Mose Fromes over east.

- Weren't me.

- No?

Then you won't mind lying in jail

whilst we find out.

- You coming peaceable?

- I ain't coming.

Get him, men! I'm deputizing you!

Please eat. Your pa would want you to eat.

I bet he will eat.

We was going to Texas.

Texas, now? That's a far piece.

So far I can't think it's there.

Bet it's nice.

There's buffalo.

- Sure enough buffalo?

- Galore. And deer too.

- And foxes for your hound?

- More varmints than you can count.

I swear!

The air has a clean taste to it.

The people don't crowd you.

No bound girls there, I reckon.

What they call indentures.

No lone woman either.

- What, Hannah?

- Nothing. I was just dreaming.

I was free once.

I've heard the hounds making music

and the horn to blow them in.

And you know that no one was on hill

or hollow but some free wild thing.

That's Texas!

Now you eat.

Stop poking and get the food on!

- Who said you could feed him?

- He's just a boy.

Talk back when your time is up!

You seem to forget

you're still bound out to me.

Now get them vittles in there!

Now, you eat.

Soon as we can

we'll take a plate to your pa.

Psst!

Psst!

John, give him a drink on me.

Where's he at?

Glad you showed up, boys.

I almost knowed your granddaddy.

Him that got killed first

and so set the two families feuding.

Cry, ye young 'uns, cry, sweethearts,

when the feuding shooting starts.

And weep, you widows in lone homes

when a Wakefield beats a Fromes.

He asked where he was at.

He's here all right.

I got him safe and sound.

- It's your chance to get even.

- Got him in the jailhouse?

- Else where'd you have him?

- You can't touch him there.

The law would know you'd done it.

You've got to think of my position.

Let's not push, boys. Let's have a drink.

Let's have a drink and talk.

Obliged for the vittles.

And for tending to my boy.

You rest easy, Little Eli.

We won't miss that boat.

- Pa?

- Well?

Her name's Hannah, Pa.

Pa, could a lone woman go to Texas?

If she was man enough to stand it. Why?

I mean her. With us.

No. We was just talking outlandish.

Nothing against you, miss,

but he forgets...

I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.

- As we're friends...

- As we are?

A constable's pay is mighty small.

- It's pay he wants.

- A little something between friends.

- Just let him out, friend.

- Or we can wait for that jail door to open.

- We're good at waiting.

- For a Wakefield.

No appreciation at all.

I've done 'em my last favor.

Won't buy a drink, won't buy a bed.

Just waiting.

We fooled you, Hannah!

We sure fooled you!

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Faro! Faro!

It's Faro!

Pa said you'd come back first chance

you got. He said you'd nose us out.

Stay right there!

You're arrested again, Wakefield,

and this time not for nothing.

- What for?

- Enticing a female indenture away.

He didn't. I came of my own free will.

- That's for the court.

- I'll teach you to be high-headed.

You thought you were so smart,

Wakefield. But it was me that was smart.

I knew the dog would tail you.

Them Fromeses didn't.

- Fromeses?

- They was after you.

I didn't let on.

I was afeared you'd fight them.

- Come on!

- Hold on.

Stand back!

Can't a man do something?

Sure. If you had more than a buckeye

in your pocket, you could buy her free.

- How much would it come to?

- Higher than you ever counted.

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