Take me back like a child to see
Faces lost in the memories
If I could only go back again
Stop it. Come on, get out of there.
Get outta here. Get.
How you doing?
He hurt you there?
Oh, good dog.
That's a good boy.
That's a good dog.
It felt like forever|since I'd held a dog in my arms.
Here you go, boy.
with my mom and dad|and my two little sisters.
My ma was part Cherokee,.
got lost in a blizzard and died.
When they found them in the spring,
And that spot was sacred forever.
- Howdy.|- Howdy.
- Morning.|- What can I do for you?
- You Will Coleman?|- That's right.
Well, this is Hud Bellington,|and I'm Ben Kyle.
Good to meet you.|That's my wife, Jenny.
- Howdy, ma'am.|- Howdy.
And my daughter, Sarah.
We're up from Tulsa.
Oh, really?|We got some kinfolk up there.
We know that. Your uncle Fred's|the one that sent us out here.
Says you got the finest|coon-hunting in the Ozarks.
How about that? You hear that, Jenny?|Uncle Fred sent 'em down here.
How's he doing?
Says he wants to sell,|move back East.
Hoping to make him an offer sometime.
- You'll stay for supper?|- Why, that's mighty kind of you, ma'am.
Well, if we're going|to get any hunting done,
That is, of course,|if we have your permission.
Oh, that'd be fine.
There's a nice spot|just down the river,
called Dripping Springs.
Well, this road'll take you right to it.
Well, they're the best|in Mr. Bellington's kennel.
They're sure fine ones, mister.
- They're champions.|- Yep.
Won the coon-hunting competition|three years running.
Is that right?
Hey, you got any hounds|of your own, son?
Well, ain't that a shame?|All this fine hunting...
Yeah, y'all take care, now.
I'm out back, son.
Thank you, Billy.
I was down at Grandpa's|store yesterday, and he said
that old man Stanton's|collie's about to have pups.
- And I'm sure he'd be glad to-|- Pa?
I don't want no collie.
I want hunting dogs.
I know what you want, son.|But hunting dogs cost money.
Can I go see him?
Did you hear what I said, boy?|I said $35.
Can I at least go look at him?|Please, Poppa?
Well, I guess it won't hurt nothing.
Every town has its characters.|and every boy has his nemesis.
Mine was the Pritchards.
We didn't have no train|running through our neck of the woods.
and no train tracks. neither.
I don't know. $35 is a lot|to pay for a dog like that.
- He ain't worth more than 20, Pa.|- Hey, Billy. How you doing?Rate this script:5.0 / 3 votes
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