The Trail of the Lonesome Pine Page #6

I'll be smarter than you!

That's what I'll be!

Now listen, you little stick of dynamite.

You're getting

out of here now.

You're going back

up in the mountains.

I've heard enough of you

and I've seen enough of you.

For the present, at least.

Now, come on, get out.

You...

All right, I'll go

if you want me to go.

Sure.

I don't want people

not to want me.

Wait a minute.

How did you do that?

Oh, that.

You did it

when you pushed me down.

I'm sorry.

It might have been

a rusty nail or something.

We'd better fix it up.

Come over here.

So that's it, is it?

And I thought you were just

interested in the coal business.

She's hurt her hand.

You've killed your future,

around here, anyway.

You're not satisfied with

one enemy, you make two.

You realize

what you've done?

Now the Falins hate you, the

Tollivers will never forgive you.

The Tollivers, why?

That's why.

That girl's gonna go back

to the mountains, now.

She didn't come here to start

any trouble, it just happened.

She's got a mind of her own, and

if she wants to stay here she can.

In this town?

Lmpossible.

I'll take her

to Brighton.

Or Plenny or Sand Creek. It

doesn't matter where you take her

around here, you're about to meet Tollivers.

All right, I'll take her

to Louisville to my sister.

What do you think of that?

Nothing.

Except that

I'm flabbergasted.

Nonplussed.

And if you

don't mind me saying so,

I think you're just

a little bit nuts.

Thank you.

Both of you.

Mr. Hale! Oh, Mr. Hale!

You forgot the hat.

Thanks, Leo.

Well, here you are.

Do I...

Are you sure your sister will recognize me?

I don't see

how she can miss.

Do I look all right?

My dear young lady,

reticent as I am by nature,

it behooves me at this moment to tell you

that you're wearing the

finest the city affords.

All aboard!

Well, you better get on.

Ain't... Ain't you

gonna kiss me goodbye?

Well, that's over with.

Is it?

Yeah. What do

you mean, "Is it"?

No, I mean, I'm glad it's over with.

Are you?

She's nuts.

Is she?

Sure she is.

Any fool can see that.

Well, perhaps, that's

why I'm a little stupid.

Yeah, maybe that's...

Say, what is this

"isn't" and "is she"?

My dear fellow,

if you'll allow me,

let us take "isn't"

and "is she."

"Is" is that we both know,

I hope, is a verb.

"It" is a neuter gender,

and she is the feminine.

Thus, we have the neuter and

the feminine, but no masculine.

"What? No masculine,"

you say, then I say...

"I'm nuts,"

that's what you say.

Yeah, that's right,

you're nuts!

She's in love

with you, Jack.

In love? Who?

June.

Are you crazy?

No, no, that's already

been settled.

You're the one

who's crazy.

Why, she's been goo-gooing,

gee-geeing all over you

ever since

we started the camp.

Don't talk nonsense.

In love. Why, she only came

down to camp to bring Buddie.

In love with me.

You're an idiot.

I hope so.

I sincerely hope so.

The camp, Thurber.

It's on fire!

A bunch of fellows came over

the hill carrying torches.

The fellow leading

him was a-shooting.

The Falins.

Well... Never mind, we'll

talk about that later.

I'll get the stock

out of the corral.

You get the instruments

and maps out of there.

So that's how

you want it, is it?

All right, you skulking

coyotes, I'll play your game.

They're not gonna let me...

I'll put this road through if I have to

use your dirty rotten bodies for ties.

I'll do it if I have to hire every

man in Gaptown to finish the job.

If you

could have seen it

I know you would have split your sides a

- laughing.

I was sitting there mending, and I

hear the dripping and the sizzling,

and I says to myself,

I says, "I bet a rooster

"it's the soft soap

a- boiling over."

And sure enough...

Better try some of these

dandelion greens, son.

Zeke Denker fetched

them over this morning.

I ain't hungry.

But, David, you gotta eat something

after all the plowing

you've done.

Pappy.

A is the first letter

in the alphabet.

Because it means

"And" "Apple" and "Ax."

What's this one, Pappy?

You mean this one?

Offhand I'd say

it's alike an ox yoke.

Didn't Mr. Hale tell you?

He told me

but I forgot.

It ain't like

no Tolliver to forget.

Now, if I would

have been told...

You know what that is?

Yeah.

Civilization!

David, you oughtn't

to have done that!

I'm through pretending.

Like you've been doing

all of last month.

Saying things

you didn't mean.

I'm getting sick

of the whole thing.

Now, son, look, you gotta keep your shirt on.

If it's June you're worrying

about, she'll be back pretty short.

No, she ain't.

She ain't never coming back.

Not the June I know.

Ain't nothing gonna

be the way it was.

Look at Buddie,

even he's different.

So are you.

Me?

Yes, you are.

Them new fangled machines

down in Ticopi that's doing it.

Every day you traipse down there with Buddie

and you come back

being different.

Half the time

you're feeling glad.

Like last week, they

tore up one of our fields.

Them machines don't care who's

been plowing there for 50 years.

The Tollivers don't mean nothing to them.

I ain't nobody

with a high temper.

But you're talking

unreasonable.

We're getting rich,

ain't we?

Look at them five checks

over there in that bowl.

Half of them is yours.

And how did we get them?

Just doing nothing.

And if that's what you call

civilization, then I'm for it.

Judd!

He needs a-talking to.

It ain't right for no young

man to brood about nothing.

This you call

nothing, huh?

Listen, there's got to

be a change, you see?

Not for me,

there ain't.

There ain't no more

chance of me changing

than there is of that old Lonesome

Pine changed into a hickory.

I belong to the earth.

The plowed up soil.

I was raised and

I'm gonna die in it.

You got what you like?

You can have it.

Me, I'm going back. Back

where my pappy raised me.

David, you can't

do that.

You're our boy.

I mean, you're like our boy.

I ain't a-wanting

you to go.

Two pink-eyed doves

sitting in a tree,

one for you, one for me.

For June.

For 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

For when it's twilight

on the trail

Hello?

Well, well, well,

Miss Tolliver.

What, again?

Obviously.

Do I tell her

you're out to tea?

No, I'll talk to her.

You'd better go out and check

with Marks about those uprights.

Naturally.

Hello, June.

Are you mad at somebody

or something?

Well, you talk like it.

Oh, yeah.

Busy? You don't know

what busy means.

I ain't...

I mean, I haven't

had a minute to myself.

This morning I learnt

all about the Revolution.

It was just like a feud.

In 1775...

Wait a minute, June.

Come in.

Mr. Hale, we've got that slue banked.

That's fine, Taylor.

Wait a minute, get the steam

shovel out on the bridge

so we can start to

fill in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, June?

Yeah.

But that wasn't Patrick Henry,

that was Lord Cornwallis.

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