Sergeant York Page #11

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Hey, Alvin. How about your medals?

- What about 'em, George?

- I thought you'd be wearing 'em.

You'll be a-seeing 'em.

They better be a-something big.

As I was saying, Alvin,

of course, I always figured

on marrying you and Gracie myself,

but I ain't one to take the job away

from the Governor of the State.

Why, you're the dang-swangest hero

raised in these parts

since Daniel Boone and Andy Jackson.

Sure are, Alvin.

Hang on, Rosie.

Hey,

what about that there piece of land

I was aiming to get in Tomkins holler?

- It's still there, I reckon?

- Yep, it's still there.

Somebody else has got it by now,

I suppose.

Well, I couldn't rightly expect Zeb

to hold it for me all this time.

I sure would like to see that there

piece of land, though.

I reckon ain't no harm you seeing it, Alvin.

I'd like to be a-seeing it, too.

I'll let you off at the fork and

you and Gracie can walk over to the holler.

Hang on, everyone.

Hey, look here.

- Somebody's done fixed up this old bridge.

- Yeah, they have.

Gracie, I... I gotta talk to you.

It wasn't just the land

I was a-wanting to see.

There's something we got to talk about.

- Miss Gracie, I'm plumb worried.

- What about, Alvin?

Well, what with the governor fixing

to marry us

and all them people coming here

from all over...

Sure takes a body's breath away,

but I reckon we'll get through it all right.

- Well, it ain't just that I'm worried about.

- Well, what then?

Well, it sure looks like I ain't got nothing

to offer you excepting a big wedding.

Why, some girls don't even get that.

Well, I reckon you'd like a place to sleep,

wouldn't you?

Oh, I don't know.

I done a heap of sleeping

while you was away.

You sure ain't expecting

too much of a husband.

I'm expecting my husband to love me.

I reckon the good Lord

will take care of the rest.

Well, looks like he's done a heap already,

just a-having you. But...

Well, I was expecting to take over

from here myself.

I reckon you'll get to do your share.

No, Gracie, it can't be that a-way.

We got to wait.

Maybe in another two or three years,

if you're willing to wait...

Oh, but I ain't, that's the point.

- You mean you won't wait?

- There ain't no need of waiting.

Now, Alvin, you keep looking down

and don't you be looking up till I tell you.

Come on.

There! Now you can look.

What do you see, Alvin? Tell me.

It's yours, Alvin. It's all yours.

They give it to you.

The people of the state of Tennessee

for what you done.

- You mean...

- Only, it's 200 acres

and the house is bigger, with more

windows, and the kitchen's got a pump.

And it's for us.

The Lord sure does move

in mysterious ways.

Come on.

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