The Trail of the Lonesome Pine

Judd, you can't.

I got to

get in the house.

Poke your head out in the

clear, and a Falin will get you.

But Melissa,

she's going to have a baby.

Hit you, David?

No Falin can ever

get me, Uncle Judd.

Oh, God, give her the strength to be good,

to be never hateful

and never fight.

And don't let her

carry the burden of fear,

watching her loved ones

and seeing them die.

Always asking

out of her heart,

"Why has it got to be?

Why has it got to be?"

When it's twilight

on the trail

And I jog along

The world is like a dream

And the ripple of the stream

is my song

When it's twilight

on the trail

And I rest once more

My ceiling is the sky

And the grass on which I lie

is my floor

Never ever have a

nickel in my jeans

Never ever

have a debt to pay

Still I understand

what real contentment means

Guess I was born that way

When it's twilight

on the trail

And my voice is still

Please plant

this heart of mine

Underneath the Lonesome

Pine on the hill

And I says to him, I says,

"Look here, Zeke Denker,

"you're driving your hogs

to mighty poor swill."

Bet that buttoned him.

Not Zeke.

He's the laughingest man I

ever met. Nothing bites him.

Laughs when it's clever enough to rain.

Laughs when

the sun shines.

He looks me

right in the eye...

Dave's better.

Is he?

Yep.

Perking up a mite.

Arm's a little green

but I stuck a chaw

of tobaccy on it.

Cold rifle barrel

will do it more good.

What he have to say?

About the Falins I mean.

"Eat your sow belly and get

for home." That's what he said.

Said, "Ain't gonna be no

fighting till I can tote a gun."

And I come six miles.

Six miles.

I can throw a clump

of dogwood that far.

I'm nigh on to 30 miles.

Look. Look.

Gather around now.

Gather around.

I'm really going to

show you something now.

Maybe we's will

get a go at the kid.

Whenever Judd Tolliver gets

an itch to plug the Falins,

he starts playing

with the young ones.

I'm gonna be

the human hub.

Now, Willie, you go down there and

stop me if I get to going too fast.

Lizzie Bee, you better

go down and help Willie.

Look out now, here I come.

Don't forget to stop me.

Well, why didn't

you stop me?

Judd's better than that

wagon show we saw once.

Melissa, you got a bellyache or something?

Just thinking, Lina.

Sakes and sassafras!

Thinking

boils the pot over.

It boils over and over and

over if you ain't thinking.

Killing.

All the time killing.

They are planning it now.

They done it yesterday,

and the week before,

and the year before that.

Ever since I was a little child they done it.

Kill a Falin.

Kill a Falin.

That's all they could say.

Plowing, splitting reins.

Filling the corn crib.

Kill a Falin! And the echo comes

back to us from over the hills.

Kill a Tolliver.

Kill. Kill. Why?

Melissa!

What you biting

your paws about, Auntie?

Worrying, I guess, June

and Buddie ain't back yet.

Where they be?

Over at the yard doctor,

getting a potion for you.

Is that the way

you like it?

Just right.

You should have let me

get a town doctor, Dave.

It don't look right.

It's too swole up.

You're awfully

good to me, Auntie.

You're a good boy, Dave.

Your boy.

My boy.

Sometimes I wished I was,

Auntie. Then I wished I wasn't

'cause if I was, I couldn't

marry June and if I wasn't...

Relations like we ones

got me all thicked up.

Cousins are always thicker than

fleas in the mountains, Dave.

I'm a big, big

black bear.

I'm a mean black bear.

I'm getting closer.

I'll get you.

I'm coming closer.

You laugh at me, foreigner,

and I'll... I'll...

I don't blame you, I'd

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