Sergeant York Page #4

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- Howdy, Alvin.

- Mr. Tomkins, I've got to talk to you.

Well, I reckon it's money

what talks the loudest.

You got the rest of your payment?

- Well, no, I ain't got it all.

- That's bad.

- But I can get it for you by Saturday.

- Saturday ain't Tuesday.

All I'm asking is, is for four extra days.

How can I be sure

you'll get it by Saturday?

Well, there's a beef and turkey shoot

coming up. You must've heard about it.

- Yeah.

- I'm aiming to cut five targets

and win the beef critter

and then put him up for cash money.

- It ain't likely.

- Oh, yes, it is.

- That'll take some shooting, Alvin.

- But I could do it.

Well, I'd like to do you a favor, Alvin, but...

Will you?

There's another fellow

asking for that land.

- You ain't letting him have it.

- I don't know.

I was telling him

your option was up Tuesday and...

But I got to have 'em extra days,

Mr. Tomkins. I just got to.

Well, I oughtn't to do it,

but I reckon he can wait till Saturday.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Tomkins.

I'll sure get it for you.

Yes, I sure will.

You plumb missed him but you cut wood.

It ain't the log you're supposed to shoot,

Zeke, it's the critter behind it.

You better get yourself

a pair of 'em specs, Zeke.

He won't stick his head up

so I can get a shot at him.

Jim Corey, next shooter.

Reckon he's laying an egg back there, Jim?

Yeah, he might be.

You missed!

Doggone it, that turkey can sure hide.

Maybe he wants to keep his head.

Alvin York, next shooter.

Bust him in the eye, Alvin,

if he winks at you.

Shoot him when he ain't looking.

You better sight him mighty fine, Alvin.

That there is the last turkey.

You can't hit him

if you can't see him, Alvin.

Better wait till he goes to roost, Alvin.

You got meat!

He sure busted him wide open.

I reckon

you just got to talk their language, Alvin.

I reckon you do.

You sure got him, Alvin. Ought to be

eating good if he ain't too tough.

This here bird ain't for eating.

Come on, fellows.

Get your targets ready for the beef shoot.

Rules same as all as were.

Shots are $1 apiece.

The two best shooters

get the hindquarters.

The next two get the forequarters.

Fifth man gets the hide and the tallow.

The sixth man gets to dig the lead

out of the tree.

All right, pay your dollar

and draw your number.

Load her up careful, George.

We got a long ways to paddle.

- Here you be, Alvin.

- Thankee.

Hey, Zeke, you ain't paid your dollar yet.

Why, sure enough.

I reckon it just slipped my mind.

How much for this here bird?

Well, I can't give you

any more than one shot, I reckon.

I'll be taking it and give me four more.

Five shots? Am I hearing you right, Alvin?

I'm a wanting five shots, Lem.

You figuring to get that whole critter?

My mind's sort of running that a-way.

Where'd you get 'em ideas, Alvin?

You sure got some shooters against you.

They'll get a chance

when I put the critter up again.

I'm a-needing cash money

and I'm gonna get it.

Ain't nobody ever cut five centers

unless it were Daniel Boone.

And you ain't wearing no coonskin hat.

I ain't a-needing one.

Number eight next.

Number nine.

How do they stand so far, Luke?

Ain't nobody cut center but Alvin York.

Alvin cut dead center all four times.

Two more shooters.

Tom Carver, you're first.

Alvin's got one more coming.

Get going, Tom.

You better draw down, Alvin.

You got to beat Tom's shot

if you want to get the whole beef, Alvin.

What do it look like?

It looks like plumb middle to me.

Well, Tom ain't more than a hair off,

but Alvin's done cut dead center,

fair and square.

- Howdy, Daniel Boone.

- There's your beef, Alvin. All yours.

- Five centers is right smart shooting.

- I ain't seen it like since the big one.

Well, any of you fellows

want another chance at that critter,

why, just drop a dollar apiece

in this here hat.

Are you shooting against us, Alvin?

- No, hey, not this time.

- I ain't got a dollar.

- Lend me a dollar, Lem.

- Here's my dollar, Alvin.

You... You lend me a couple of...

- Howdy, Miss Miranda.

- Howdy.

- Hello, boys.

- Hello, there.

- You all come over to see the shooting?

- Yeah.

It's all over now.

Alvin York cut center five times

and won Lem's beef critter on the hoof.

- Alvin won Lem's beef critter?

- Sure did.

- Well, I'll be danged.

- And he's putting him up again.

Well, boys, get your targets ready.

Oh, Mr. Tomkins,

I was just coming over to see you.

Here you be, $26. And I've got

the rest of it right here in my pocket.

I'm right sorry, Alvin, but I just sold that

bottomland to Zeb here.

- You're telling me you...

- Now, don't go raring off, Alvin.

I never figured you'd get that money.

Anyway, your time was rightly up

last Tuesday.

- Why, you allowed I could have more...

- But it wasn't in writing.

But I was a-taking your word for it...

And Zeb here paid me cash money

all down.

- He did, did he?

- It ain't my fault. He sold it to me.

Now look here...

Alvin!

Business is business.

- Wait a minute!

- Get out of here!

You better get, both of you!

It ain't no use, Alvin. You'd only be

fixing yourself for trouble.

I was... I was aiming to get that

piece of land.

Well, it weren't to be.

Mind you, Alvin, we can't always

figure the ways of Providence.

Alvin...

- Alvin, it don't make no difference.

- It do to me.

Come on, Buck.

Swing her, Buck, swing her!

I sure do admire big women. She's about

that biggest that I ever did see.

Three women in one she is, Alvin.

A whole passel of women.

Hey, a fellow who'd marry her'd

be a bigamist.

See? Big-muss. Yes, sir, bigamist.

Told me I could have 'em extra days.

- Oh, come on, Alvin.

- His word weren't no count.

Forget about Nate Tomkins, will you?

Quit pestering yourself. It ain't no use.

Look at that there big woman.

Why don't you have a turn with her, Alvin?

Take you back to your log rolling days.

"Business is business."

Well, once around her

is twice around Bear Mountain.

Look at Buck here, Alvin.

He's plumb tuckered out.

- I sure am.

- Well, he might be,

dancing around a whole passel of women

that-a-way.

- Another bottle, Marter.

- Sure.

That land were mine.

Ain't nobody gonna get it away from me.

I'd sure like to see you

toad-hop her about, Alvin.

I'm a-drinking against Nate Tomkins.

Now, how about that there big woman?

Alvin, you better be a-staying here.

- Let go of me.

- We'll go along with you.

What I got to do is my own.

It sure ain't a good night for a killing.

There's no stopping him now, I reckon.

Give me that old time religion.

- Howdy, Mr. Tomkins.

- Look here. Stand where you are.

Don't you come any closer.

- Mr. Tomkins, I just want to...

- Come closer and I'll hit you.

No need of getting riled, Mr. Tomkins.

- I ain't a-looking for no trouble with you.

- What you doing around here?

- Well, I want to talk to you about...

- What about?

About Abraham.

That mule's legally mine.

You ain't got no claim on him.

Well, I ain't denying he's yours...

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