Young Mr. Lincoln Page #4

every single year we're livin'.

You just got to, Adam!

You just say that now. You wait till

we're married and have babies to tend to.

- That'll be different.

- No, it won't neither.

Matt and Sarah have a baby,

and they came.

Yeah, but maybe we'll have

lots of babies.

Maybe we'll have twins,

uh, or somethin'.

I don't care. I don't care

if we have 50 babies.

Oh, Adam, you got to promise me.

All right, Carrie Sue, I promise.

Adam, I wished we was married

right now, like - like Sarah and Matt.

I been meaning to talk to your family

about us soon as we get home.

Did you?

Did you honest, Adam?

Oh, Adam!

Adam, let's go back. Let's hurry,

'fore they light the tar barrels, huh?

All right. Only I wish it was gonna be

that fella splittin' them rails again.

- I do, for a fact!

- Do you?

Now, you folks go along.

- I'll sit with her.

- You go, Ma. It's my place to stay.

- You and Matt go.

- You go on.

We're goin' over yonder!

- Let me get my coat!

- Shh!

- Hey, Matt, how 'bout a nip before we go?

- Go along, the four of you.

Miss Clay, I wish you was

goin' with us. Honest, I do.

I've seen so much now, I'm fit to pop.

Now, be careful and don't get

into any trouble, like I told you.

Whoo-hoo!

Miss Clay! Miss Clay!

Miss Clay! Miss Clay!

- Matt!

- Adam! They're fightin'!

- That man - he came back!

- He's drunk!

- Where are they?

- Over yonder, in that clearin' over there.

- I'm going with you!

- No! You and Sarah stay with the baby!

He's got a gun!

He's going to kill Matt! I know he will!

Oh, the baby! Miss Clay!

Stay right in that clinch there!

Come on!

- Adam! Matt!

- Come on, Matt! Come on!

- Adam! Matt!

- Stay on top of him, Matt!

That's it! Come on, Matt!

Roll right over the top of him!

Stay in the clinch, I tell ya!

Look out!

He's got a rock!

Adam! Adam!

Come on!

That's it.! Come on now.!

Look out, Matt! He's got a gun!

Ma!

- Ma.

- Ma.

Shh.

Cass -

Scrub. Scrub!

Cass -

He's dead.

Dead?

Lord have mercy on us.

Cut him right in the heart

with this knife.

Get the sheriff.

Ma -

Get the sheriff.

Hey! Come over here, somebody!

There's been a murder!

Murder!

- Matt!

- Adam!

Matt!

Murder.! Come over here, somebody.!

There's been a murder.!

- Look! Scrub White!

- Stuck right through the heart!

Sheriff, it's Scrub White!

He's dead!

Scrub White!

Somebody killed him.

How'd it happen?

It was them two fellas over there.

They was fightin' with Scrub.

They cut him.

Here's the knife they done it with.

You gonna do somethin', Sheriff?

Which one of you fellas

this knife here belong to?

- Me.

- No, me.

- I want the truth. Which one of you cut him?

- I did.

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