The Outsider Page #3

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[ muttering ]

Johnny.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Shh...

Shh...

[ labored breathing ]

[ harmonica playing ]

Ahem.

You mustn't play music in this house.

It was wrong of us to listen.

Instruments of music

are not allowed

In the plain and narrow life.

We believe they lead us

into sin.

[ plays harmonica ]

Do you never sin, Mrs. Yoder?

Well, I don't go out of my way

To do it.

[ plays harmonica ]

I do...

Far, far out of my way.

[ plays single note ]

Good girl.

Come on. Shoo, shoo.

Where's my shirt?

It was --

Let me get one

for you.

If you don't mind dressing

partly plain.

Looks good on you.

In my line of work.

You have to learn how to read eyes,

Or you don't live long.

I don't want to know

anything about that.

I will not have violence

around my son.

Give me your word.

You will not harm my boy.

My word.

What if I was a shootist

of some repute...

A gambler,

And a liar?

I think that you've been

all those things,

But...

If you give me your word...

I'll believe you.

Then you have it.

Benjo, you eat

those pickled beets first,

And use your napkin.

Yessum.

M-Mr. Gault?

Do you kill people?

Benjo Yoder, what a terrible

thing to say.

Now you apologize.

There's no need, ma'am.

[ sheep bleating ]

Oh. Excuse me.

Rebecca:
shoo!

Off the porch.

Shoo!

I-is that what they

locked you up in prison for?

Prison?

I was never in --

[ Rebecca returning ]

Oh, yeah, prison. No.

That was because I didn't eat

all my pickled beets.

Rebecca:
come on!

Come on.

Whoo! That's it.

Come on. That's it.

Come on, come on.

That's it. Whoo!

Ay! Come on! Ay!

Ay! Ay, ay!

Come back here!

Come on now!

That's it.

It appears to me

Them sheep got you running

every which way over there

Sometimes I think it would be easier

To move the farm to them.

Could you help me out

with something?

All our married men

have beards,

But my husband once had

a wound

That required him

to be clean-shaven,

And I undertook

to help him.

I sure hope you're not

riled at me, Mrs. Yoder.

Perhaps you should say

your prayers, Mr. Gault.

I hope this isn't your people's version.

Of the blindfold before the execution.

No, this is my version

of paying you back

For some of the anxious moments

you've caused me.

Why do you wear this?

A woman's hair

should be kept covered,

Except from her husband.

Seems like you people got a rule

for just about everything.

Why would god or any man breathing

Want to cover something so pretty?

How do I look?

What, am I bleeding?

No.

But your nose looks crooked.

Ha ha ha.

Now look close

I know I got to be

bleeding somewhere

You are not.

Noah, how nice of you

to come calling.

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