Will Penny Page #4

- Bad.

Bad scared before, bad sorry after.

Ever shoot a red Indian?

Yeah, once. Didn't

like that much neither.

How come Indians are

all red and sunburned?

That ain't sunburn.

They come that way.

- Indians don't get sunburn much.

- How come?

They're smart. You've seen them

sunflowers that grow in the spring?

- Yeah.

- Indians take the seeds,

grind them up into a butter and spread

it over themselves to keep the sun out.

- Aw, no!

- Straight up truth.

- They make do with what nature gives.

- How do you know all this?

Even a blind hog roots

up an acorn now and then.

Will you keep telling me

all these things you know?

Why, sure, Button.

I'll have you a regular scout

in no time at all. Come on.

Come on, boy.

"Here comes the band. Shall we

call Mama and Sandy to see it?

"Let us stand still and hear

the men play as they pass.

"I hope they will stop

here and play for us.

"See the large man in front

of the band, with his big hat.

"What has he in his hand?"

Cold on the outside

and warm on the inside.

That's the way I hope it works.

I'm almost finished, Ma.

Why not finish tomorrow? And

then tell me what you've read.

How much has gone

from here... to here...

Right now, jump into bed.

- Aw, Ma!

- Hurry up.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Night, Will.

- Goodnight, Button.

He reads real good.

That oughta do her.

When the snow comes hard,

she'll seal up even tighter.

You seem well recovered, Mr Penny.

Feelin' real good now.

I'm glad.

- Mr Penny... It's time for a bath.

- Bath!

Yes, Mr Penny.

- A bath.

- What for? I took a bath.

- When?

- Well, back there in Alfred.

At that hotel. It was real hot, too.

That seems like a long time ago.

It's about time for another.

So soon?

- Mr Penny. How often do you bathe?

- What? What?

I said, how often do you bathe?

Eight or nine times, it... depends.

- On what?

- On the weather.

Eight or nine times a month?

Eight or nine times a month? A year!

- A year?

- Well, sure.

You have a real good one when

you finish the shove up north,

like at the hotel in Alfred,

then one or two in the winter.

Hope you don't catch your death.

And a couple in the spring.

And one more good one before

you start the shove up again.

The rest depends on what kind

of water you hit on the drive.

What's wrong with that?

That's as much as anybody.

Not quite anybody, Mr Penny.

Now, I think that'll do.

That's hot.

Those clothes could use a

wash. May I have them, please?

What am I gonna wear

till they're dry?

I have some of my husband's.

You could give them to me in here.

What are you fixin' to do in Oregon?

Farm. We're farmers, Mr Penny.

I hear that's mighty

good cow country.

We're not cowboys, we're farmers.

Good thing, too, I reckon.

What's that supposed to mean?

Them horses you got, neither one's

good for much except ridin' to church.

Jim is a perfectly good

horse, and so is Daisy.

Neither one has kicked or

bucked since the day we got them.

I surely believe that.

Plain truth is, I'm gonna have hell

if I don't get a decent cow horse.

- Well, get one.

- Where?

At Flatiron, Alex'll ask what

happened to the string he gave me.

Well, tell him! It wasn't your fault.

I know that, Mrs Allen.

Well, then?

He's gonna have every hand in the

place out lookin' for them rawhiders.

I hope they do, Mr Penny.

You hope they do? Well,

ma'am, you don't know nothin'.

First thing, they'll be here

lookin' for them horses. Then what?

Oh, I see.

Does that mean that you won't

tell them about Horace and me?

No, I ain't gonna tell 'em.

What?

No, I ain't gonna tell 'em!

It's plain you'll be staying.

Cold weather like

this, I miss it some.

You come all the way from Ohio alone?

Yes...

No. With HG and... Mr Bodine.

From St Louis with him.

You're... going on?

In the spring.

Alone.

Unless I find someone

to show us the way,

a guide or a...

wagon train.

Might be your husband'll

come back lookin' for you.

No, he won't do that.

If I was him, that's what I'd do.

Well, you see, you're not.

I hope he doesn't. He went

ahead to start things for us,

and if he came back

for us, it would just...

be a waste. I mean,

it would all be a waste.

It wouldn't be very practical.

I don't know about that.

But this is hard

country. Double hard.

I hate it.

You couldn't turn

around, go on back home?

No, I don't think

I'd like that either.

Looks like you're caught

between the sap and the bark.

Was it such a bad place, that town?

We don't all have the same choices. We

just don't all have the same choices.

We did what we thought was right.

- Seems a long way to go for wood.

- Yep, reckon it is.

Looks about right.

Here, Button, you cut it.

Right there where I marked it.

Is it really almost Christmas?

- Pretty near.

- It's beautiful.

I chopped it down, all

by myself. Didn't I, Will?

He did it all.

Tonight, I'll make some

things to hang on it.

- Ma?

- Yes.

Next Christmas, will we be home?

Yes, Horace. Next

Christmas, we'll be home.

Sure glad no one's seen me do

that. Be laughed off the place.

What? Milking?

No self-respectin' cow-hand

would be caught milkin' a cow.

- I won't tell anyone.

- I sure won't go braggin' on it none.

O Tannenbaum O Tannenbaum

Wie treu sind deine Bltter

O Tannenbaum O Tannenbaum

Wie treu sind deine Bltter

Du grnst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit

Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit

O Tannenbaum O Tannenbaum

Wie treu sind deine Bltter

You remembered! All the

words Grandpa taught you.

Very nice. Let's all

sing it, in English.

Oh Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree...

- I don't know them words.

- But everybody knows that one.

- Not me.

- Don't you know any Christmas carols?

I guess not.

We'll teach him one, that'll

be our Christmas present.

Only, that'll be for tomorrow.

It's time to go to bed. Goodnight.

Night, Will.

- Goodnight, Button.

- Goodnight.

Is it really almost Christmas?

- Yes, Horace.

- Is it, Will?

- Sure enough, boy.

- Night.

We can never repay you.

You've done so much to help us.

Ain't nobody keepin' books on it.

- Looks like you're due a

singing lesson. - Looks like.

- Is that so funny?

- You won't think so when you hear me.

You'll be fine with HG as

a teacher. He likes you.

Goes both ways.

He's picked himself

a mean chore, though.

Let me do that for you.

- The sooner we start, the better.

- What?

I'll sing a line and you follow.

Deck the halls with

boughs of holly...

Oh, come on! For HG.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Very good! Fa la la

la la, la la la la...

Fa la la...

- It's plumb silly!

- Let's do the two of them together.

Deck the halls with boughs of

holly Fa la la la la, la la la la...

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la...

Maybe you was right

at the start of it.

Be better if I'd bed

down somewheres else.

- I think that you misjudge.

- No, I was talking about me.

So am I. I think you

misjudge yourself.

No. I ain't no better

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