The Retrieval Page #2

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if he ain't a runaway?

What?

He owe Burrell money. And they might

have to rough him up to get it,

so stop getting all friendly with him.

Maybe he'll just pay up

so they won't have to.

He made his choices.

And don't forget

what we stand to collect.

Tonight, you try and sneak out in

the night. See how good he sleeps.

Boy, you best get up and get some more.

We over here crackin' teeth,

and this n*gger eatin' pork?

You know, a man can share.

You're right.

What's it like diggin' for the Federals?

It don't seem no different from diggin'

for a master down south.

You seen me ask any man's

permission to leave?

You work hard, you're your own man.

I don't need no one

and don't look out for no one.

Marcus and I look out for each other...

ever since the army

burned down the master's farm.

Doin' what it takes to get by.

We's family, you know?

I knew my ma for about two hours,

and my father was a sumbitch.

Father went north two years back,

but he's comin' back for me.

Boy, that's bullshit and you know it.

Comin' back down south for you

is the last thing on the man's mind.

Keep quiet and let a n*gger sleep.

Where you goin'?

I got to piss.

Then go right there.

You ain't got to spend 10 minutes standin' up

and then walk a mile out in the woods.

Well?

Well, I can't with you watchin'.

Oh, sh*t, boy.

Hold on now.

Where you goin'?

- Just hold up now.

- You stole some of my salt pork.

- I'll make my own way from here on.

- Man, I ain't eat your food.

I knowed you was a thief.

You don't know a goddamn thing.

What, you think I stole that sh*t?

Why?

You smell it on my breath?

You smell it on my breath?

Come on, n*gger. Teach me a lesson.

Just wait up now.

Come on, boy. Grab the sh*t. Let's go.

Take water if you need.

The rest belongs to their kinfolk.

Damn, if you ain't an uppity n*gger.

Slave for the Union

is still just a slave.

- He ain't like other men I seen.

- Yeah.

He's worth more. And don't you forget.

What if it was you?

Well, it ain't.

Look at me, boy.

Look at me.

You wanna go back

to sellin' tobacco for pennies?

Now, you can live hand to mouth

for the rest of your life.

Or...

you can make some money.

Maybe even enough to find your daddy.

Get down, boy.

When I was your age, I was climbin'

like that and broke a leg.

How's it now?

It's fine now.

Well, if it ain't a problem,

I'll keep climbin'.

I always make you mad, don't I?

Can you throw that?

Show me how.

Go on. Climb that tree.

Got any other family?

Besides your brother?

Nothin'?

I had a woman...

not too far from here.

Wasn't no words spoken over us,

but she was my woman.

No children?

We had a child.

Probably be a little older than you,

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