The Shepherd of the Hills Page #6

the backbone of a fishworm. That's why.

And once more, you're tromped down!"

Ah, I "seed" it...

the night she lay dyin'

over in her cabin... and alone.

Yeah, I told you I was

down to the forks,

but I seed it with my own eyes.

You were full of the devil's sin,

and it was a-stormin'.

And little Pete went out to help,

and you followed him

and drove him out of the cabin.

A lightnin' tree felled him and took

away his senses. You lie! You lie!

And she looked at you afore she

died, didn't she? Didn't she?

No!

Yes!

And anyone that looks at a dyin'

body's face will be the next one to die!

So you put your Satan's sin

and filled Young Matt with it.

Heh! "Counter the curse...

by killing the one that wronged her. "

And all this I knowed

and seed with my own eyes...

and held it inside me.

I done that for you, Mollie,

'cause you're mine.

I gotta ask you to get off of

this place, Mr. Howitt.

But I bought this place.

It ain't for sale.

You'll get your money back.

Look, Matt, this place is mine.

I don't wanna hurt

no kinfolk of Sammy's.

You won't be. I'm not Sammy's cousin.

She just said that to protect me.

Well, then get off of here

and get off quick.

Look, Matt, I bought this place.

And among honest people,

a trade is a trade.

Let me borrow that gun, Matt.

Some folks ain't to be trusted

with a loaded gun.

Remember what I said.

I'll be lookin' to see you gone.

It'd be bad luck to start up

housekeepin' without some salt, bread...

and a sweepin' broom.

Thanks.

It's the right notion, Sammy.

With the way things are

in our mountains now,

it needs more than salt and bread

and a sweepin' broom.

Can't hardly believe it myself.

But it wasn't always that way.

No, they wasn't.

Folks was happy. They sung songs.

They worked.

Now all they do is set around

and try to outsmart the government.

Seems like people nowadays

are stagnatin'...

and filming over like a...

like a pond dryin' up.

Maybe there's a way of goin' ahead

by getting back to where you were.

Maybe if we four begin it... help to

lift the burden... others'll come to help.

You know how I feel about it.

You can count on me.

Well, seein' as how

we're all of one mind,

let me unpack you

from Moanin' Meadow.

That's home, Sammy.

But you folks come and see me.

You can have a fence full of open gates

'round Moanin' Meadow.

You'll never be crowded for company.

Come on, help me.

Andy.

Here, I'll take that.

Why, I almost forgot.

I bought you that.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Must be the Lord marks folks...

to favor a purpose.

One and one is two, and three goes to five.

Dead spirits stay dead and live ones alive.

One and one is two and three goes to five.

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