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I love making love to you Peter.

But why should so much pleasure cost so much pain?

Or even death?

I'm sorry you saw that woman die.

No, I'm glad I saw it.

On my life, I have heard women waxing poetic about the jaws of childbirth.

It is not a blessed event Peter, it is a bloody damn mess that could kill you.

It is God's little joke on women.

I think God is a damn fool and I think he has made an awful mistake.

Georgia!

Now I will not tolerate blasphemy in this house.

Not even from you.

Are you really so selfish?

Do you know how many children I saw die in these last two weeks?

But life isn't just given to us Georgia, we have to earn it.

And I think, darling, it is you that has made a terrible mistake.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm sorry.

I want to have your baby.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Georgia, the man died of cholera.

The river is contaminated. We have to move.

It is not in our family to run.

You can't leave the cotton.

Darling, you're pregnant.

I did that. This is what we have to worry about.

I'm not worried about anything.

I'm married to the finest doctor in Texas.

There are things a doctor can't do.

Well, my doctor can do anything.

Georgia, this is not a game.

Collarate is a horrible death.

Victims literally shrivel up and die.

If we lose our land, we'll die.

We can't buy another 4,000 acres at this price.

Peter, wait until harvest.

Then we'll talk about moving if we have to move, please.

Peter.

Dear Sarah, it's been months and I haven't heard from you.

I try to make myself believe you're all right.

I've decided that history is very unfair.

Sam Houston will always be remembered for his victory at San Jacinto.

But no one will know that Sarah Ashby McClure led 2,000 women to safety on the runaway scrape.

Or that she gave the great general the time he needed to rebuild his army.

My teacher said that's because history is written by men.

So I've decided to write a history book myself.

And you'll damn sure be in it.

You were right. I love school.

I hope you were not just holed up in the house.

I know how sad you are.

But Bartlett would be mad at you if you just gave up.

I need you, Sarah. You can make horses fly.

You're devoted sister Phoebe.

Bartlett.

My days of mourning are over.

I know I'll always thank of you whenever Texas scorches your settles in.

I'll remember all your home comments and how much I loved you.

I still have my sonas.

I will sorely miss the rare comfort of your presence.

But there are weeds to be pulled.

And the shutters need new hinges.

I'll be joining you here someday, Bartlett.

Talk about old times.

I am proud to say

that I was married to a fine Texas Ranger.

Where are you heading?

He's creaking.

She's covered! Look at his lips.

No!

Are you kidding me?

Sarah!

Oh, Sarah!

Damn!

Look at me now.

I was a friend I never see you again, Sarah.

Oh, not my santa.

He's all this.

Well, he's creaking.

So that stage coach was bringing guests to our house?

Income, Phoebe. We need the money.

I cannot believe you are serving lemonade to the very immigrants who were wantonly destroying Texas.

We were immigrants once too, you know.

I never thought I'd end up a crippled innkeeper.

A three-legged cat can jump just as well as four-legged cats.

Don't go feeling sorry for yourself, Sarah.

Damn, rad.

Georgia.

It's me, Phoebe.

Oh, my God.

Is it really you?

How did you know I was in Texas?

I thought I saw you in town one day, so I asked around.

You look wonderful, Phoebe.

I have been waiting to visit Phoebe.

I just...

I've had this land on my hands, and...

and well, now I'm pregnant with my first child.

And Martha, this... this...

in my house, I'm pregnant with my first child.

This... this... in my friend, your female.

Miss you, Phoebe.

Martha Ben is pregnant too.

I can't believe you're here.

And look at me. I'm a mess.

I... I don't naturally do this.

It's just that all my slaves are in the fields, and I'm...

Do you want to come inside?

Okay.

I wrote you a letter about the trail of tears.

You never got it?

No.

Can you believe we're living in a tent like Bedwinds?

I swear, if it's hard, it's harder. Cold, it's colder.

Privacy is a frivolous hope.

Once the cotton comes in, though, Ed Thomas promised to build me a fine, big house.

Who's Ed Tom?

Oh, he's a...

but he's my head driver, helps me run the plane.

I can do anything without him.

P.D. is a doctor, and he's always gone.

Well, he's here occasionally.

Eventually you're going to have to say something you think of me.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

I remember when I was a kid, I was a kid.

I was a kid.

I remember those long summers with you.

Those are some of my fondest memories.

Down by the river.

How many tadpoles did we catch?

18.

I biked up some cake for y'all.

Thank you.

I think we've taken different roads since then, Georgia.

I don't condemn you for owning slaves, but I'm not comfortable with the practice.

I don't support it.

No one's asking you to.

I have friends who don't. It doesn't interfere.

Well, I admire their tolerance, but I don't share it.

I'm sorry, Georgia. I shouldn't have disturbed you.

What?

You're free, Mia.

You're not actually leaving.

Oh, yeah!

I want to go, I want to go, I want to go.

I was a little son.

Ain't no slavery in the country.

Yeah, you can tell this, Georgia.

I want everybody to bring me a son.

I brought this girl all the way from Georgia.

Held up good, didn't you?

It'd be alright.

We'll just be still right here.

Yeah, it'd be alright.

Even, Miss Georgia.

I'm just making sure this old cat and she are at work right before the harvest.

Yeah.

I couldn't have done any of this without you, at all.

It's kind of you to say so.

You know, I had a brother once before I came to the captain.

Taught me all about machines.

With a mask up there, he was cruel.

When they, my brother bumped into the master's wife, accidental like.

And a master caught him tied into a tree stripped him naked and whipped him raw.

It is...

...kind, Miss Georgia.

And they say this clean work.

If I gotta be a slave, I guess it's the best place I need to be.

I'll never sell you.

The thing is, Miss Georgia, you could.

She owns people, Sarah.

It's immoral and uncivilized.

Do you still care for her?

It doesn't matter.

It matters.

Love matters.

Everything human matters.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, yes, I can hear.

Look at you.

I love you.

Oh, my God.

Martha.

Dr. Peter?

I think it's my time.

All right.

All right. Easy now. Easy.

Here, let's get you set down.

Here we go.

It's a pretty good time, Martha.

Your first harp is going to be our biggest.

Miss Georgia, Miss Georgia, Miss Georgia.

Miss Georgia, Miss Georgia.

Miss Georgia, Miss Georgia.

Miss Georgia, Miss Georgia.

You'll be careful, baby.

You too, honey.

I'll be back.

Looks like we made ourselves a plantation.

Yes, ma'am.

Should've looked that way.

God's be a good friend.

Yeah!

Step over to...

Never will understand you.

Ain't no one person alive ever turned over

whole cotton hogs to my sleigh.

Bread eggs time.

Circle high, circle low, circle limp within the one

pews up from the beach tree into the field

ranch.

Bread eggs time in a brand new land.

Now Chase said, rapid Chase says,

squirrel, Chase must be me around the line.

You were a success.

Now Chase said, awesome Chase said,

boy, Chase O'William out his sock.

Swing those corners side by side.

Swing them around, swing them wide.

Hold down around long, for a safe fillers call.

Let's celebrate.

Pop that leaf on a ball of yarn.

Wind it up high, you'll do double mark.

No!

You son of Tony in the alamos or Texas plain,

or Texas simple.

The fustering waters all above and people and dashes

who improved.

Come on now, I've got a brand new face.

Bread eggs time to celebrate.

Now swing your honey and don't be late.

Come on, baby.

Follow me.

I'll follow you.

Promenade.

I got some catching up to me.

The real grandage.

Promenade.

Promenade.

Promenade.

Feed me the pretty little guy.

The other one, probably Texas.

The one you love.

Command chiefs call you Brave Squad Child.

You know when I told them command chiefs about you?

You want to see her dance.

You really remember dancing with me at Sarah's house

running?

We'd dance a Kentucky hold down.

Now remember your smile most of all.

Did you tell those command chiefs you only dance with me on a dare?

I left that out.

May I tell you something else I never told anyone?

I think you are the prettiest creature on God's green earth.

And that is the whole truth.

I think I'm pretty.

I'm going to raise horses one day.

The finest horses in Texas.

Well, you're going to need a few things first.

Like a ranch.

Some land.

Some good breed and stock.

You'll probably need a man.

There's no reason why I can't run a horse ranch by myself.

And I won't use slaves and I don't need a man.

Besides, I already have property in my own name.

Well, you sure are going to make some man a fine catch?

All that property, all those horses?

All that sass?

Man sure could do worse.

Too bad I don't plan the merry.

Tragedy, for all mankind.

He's burning up.

Hey.

Hey, dole, son.

What is it?

Oh, God.

What is it?

It's color.

Don't you cry.

Go to sleep now, little friend.

If you want, you should have had.

Georgia?

All the pretty little horses?

Like a big devil in a gray.

Go to sleep now, little friend.

Oh, I show back.

Don't you cry.

Go to sleep.

Georgia!

We have to burn everything.

Life is anything that you can.

Bob, this is Georgia.

Jane inside?

That chant too.

Georgia!

And the cradle.

Oh, my God, Dr. Peter.

She's in the cotton beads.

No!

No!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Where is the man?

Georgia!

Georgia!

Oh, no!

No!

No, no!

If I can leave, your body's back!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Yes! Yes, sir!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

$4,500!

$3.22!

Yes!

I am mighty pleased.

Once we move on to our new land,

I want a nice little house for each family.

And I want an office in the main house when we build it with windows so I can see the cotton fields.

And I think this year, we should plan at least a thousand acres.

Yes! Yes!

Damn!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Breathe!

Come on, help me get the breathe!

I'm breathing!

I'm burning!

I'm breathing!

I'm breathing!

Give it up!

It's going along!

Be careful, Henry!

Hey, you want it?

This fence needs to be fixed.

I know that.

We need a new horse bar.

Fences around the new pastures.

Don't have the manpower.

I will not have slaves on my property in Texas, William.

I'm not going to be a horse.

I'm not going to be a horse.

I'm going to be a horse.

I'm going to be a horse.

I'm going to be a horse.

I'm going to be a horse.

I'm going to be in Texas, William.

I didn't invent slavery.

Can't you see it's immoral?

Tilties are slave, Amy.

No.

She's like family.

She's a family slave.

Seems to me you own one more slave than I do.

The African native is inherently

unsuited to freedom.

Why bring such hardship on a beloved servant?

It is because I love her that I wish to free her, Mr. Walker.

Do you love your husband?

I beg your pardon?

William King is a respected rancher.

If you were to set Tilly free, people would suspect him of being an abolitionist.

It could ruin him.

Tilly is my slave, not his.

You're his wife.

You're not independent of him, Miss King.

I shouldn't have to tell you that.

Well, you don't have to tell me anything.

I'll take my business elsewhere.

Compared to you, Mr. Walker.

Chicken looks smart.

I am being forced to own a slave.

You are fighting the wrong battle, Amy.

Not going to end slavery by free until then.

Something has to be done.

Then get the vote for women in Texas, like you're always talking about.

You want to end slavery?

You got to beat them at their own gang.

Change the laws.

Change the way people think.

Women are just waived to be heard.

I'm not a crusader.

You guys learned to shut up.

Georgia, what a surprise.

You look wonderful.

Excuse me, this is my sister, Sarah.

It's nice to meet you, fine.

Parents estimate you too.

I've heard a great deal about you, George.

You still have your place outside of the scheme?

I know we built a grand new house just north of San Marcos.

Well...

We were just on our way to hear Sam Houston's campaign speech.

Maybe you'd like to join us.

Sam Houston.

No, thank you.

I'm not sure the general has much to say.

I'm afraid all that drinking has addled his brain.

Really?

Is that what you think?

I think he has no real grasp on the future of Texas.

And nor do the rabid group of lone star loyalists who trot in his wake.

Perhaps you mean people like me, who are concerned that the future of Texas is in grave danger of being trampled by a stampede of cotton rats.

Like you, Mrs. Woods.

Texas is a little more than a pauper's wilderness, Mrs. King.

And cotton will make it rich.

On the backs of slaves, no doubt.

How many do you own now? 50?

Well, your hero, Sam Houston, owns 15 himself.

So despite his bunk on politics, he must know that slavery is an economic issue, not a moral one.

What he knows is that America is a union and slavery is about to rip it apart.

You can't just take away people's basic rights.

You mean like the Indians.

They're more American than blacks or whites, but I don't see too many of them in town here today, do you?

You Texans are proud to say that you slaughtered them.

After you stole their land, what about their basic rights?

He's getting there.

If you make one, hold him.

This thing.

Oh, don't spell me, you have a slurry.

My, my, my. I'm convenient for you.

Now never mind.

Go back to your house.

You got a modified environment to rip.

These young children are wild animals.

They're both wolves, Miss Georgia.

Are these your children?

What's that old saying? Our children are our truest reflections.

Have a nice day, Mrs. Wolf.

Don't forget your slave, baby.

Don't forget your slave, baby.

Don't forget your bull, Georgia.

Damn it!

Another war.

You stay alive, John.

I love you, Mama.

Come back.

I will, John.

I promise.

Hey!

Let him!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Hi.

Here's a Gary Boggs.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

It's easy to find a man, John.

At least then you had someone to shoot at.

Georgia, I haven't been feeling too well, but I'd like to help.

I'm glad you came.

Let me introduce you to everyone.

Hello, Georgia.

Hello.

The Yankees are much stronger than anybody thinks.

They have factories.

Jesse, our cause is just.

The good Lord will not allow the South to be defeated.

I'm so tired of hearing about the cause.

My husband is a doctor.

He's been dedicated to saving lives.

Why should he have to take a pledge to kill people?

The Yankees want to end slavery and stop our way alive.

We just can't let him do it.

I take my responsibility toward my slaves very seriously.

That makes Yankees want to kill me.

They don't want to kill you, Georgia.

Yankees aren't that brave.

This war is about change.

The fact that the South hasn't changed enough, fast enough.

Well, there's nothing I can do about that.

Yes, there is.

You can pay your slaves a fair wage.

You can educate them.

Don't treat them like they were children.

The South doesn't need slavery to survive.

It's a self-serving myth.

I don't treat my slaves like they are children.

But you don't treat them like they were equals either.

We had Frederick Douglass.

He was a slave.

And he's a brilliant man.

These bullets are going to kill Yankees.

They're going to pierce their hearts and blow out their brains.

And they are women in the North doing the same damn thing we are.

They're making bullets to kill our husbands and our sons and our lovers.

None of this might have any sense.

My son is a slave.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

My son is fighting in this war too.

And I damn well wanted to be able to defend himself,

but he'll need bullets to do it.

That makes a great deal of sense to me.

I like Georgia.

You need her.

What?

For the war.

Not this one.

The war that's coming.

For the vote.

I do not need Georgia.

You're not taking as folks, Amy.

Georgia's a real order.

She's got all the right, Bolin bravado.

People listen to her.

Well, they'll listen to you too, Sarah.

Oh, not me.

First time in my life, I have some contentment.

And I need it.

I've been on that runaway scrape my whole life.

It's your turn, sweetie.

I'm a slave.

I'm a slave.

It's your turn, sweetie.

The morning, Mrs. Bailey?

Oh, she's in her office.

Thank you, Martha.

Georgia.

Bailey, I love a surprise.

Please, come here.

Sit down.

Your new home is beautiful.

That's how we cut nights live.

I'm afraid I misjudged you.

Oh, I dare.

I keep hope that everything is wrong with me and all the way.

I read Frederick Douglass's book.

I liked it.

I liked how hard he fought for his freedom.

I was shocked to hear that religious slaveholders were the cruelest.

But I don't treat my folks like he was treated you, Fania.

I don't think you'd do, Georgia.

I agree with what you said at the Foundry

about the insanity of this war.

And I hate that I have no power to prevent it.

Women need the vote.

I thought you might help us get it.

What good will a vote do?

I'm just working to survive here.

That's what I've done my whole life.

The Mexicans chased us out of our house.

The command she's imprisoned us in it.

They tortured my best friend, burned her face.

Men tried to make treaties, but most of them failed.

Women couldn't do anything.

The vote will help us to do more than just survive.

And I think you'd be very good at convincing people.

Well, I have no interest in it.

I was hoping you would come here to be friends with me.

But politics seem more important to you than that.

I'm so sorry about how those savage Indians treated you.

I long to hear from you, William.

I dread it when the stage brings mail.

For fear, the news is bad.

The best of Saginjung man of dying in this terrible war.

Sarah?

Someone's coming.

John?

John?

It was wounded at the Battle of Shelbyville, man.

I'm so sorry.

Came back home, mama.

Sarah, look.

I'm fine.

It's all right.

Jill is dead.

Sarah?

Are you all right?

I don't know.

I'm so accustomed to grief.

I don't know how I feel.

I can still hear his voice here.

Bartlett's too.

I don't think I loved one's make or lives.

But loving them does.

Beth can now take that away.

I don't think I'm going to do that.

It stays with us.

Forever.

Two years ago, President Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation

freeing all the southern slaves.

Now that the war is over, on this day,

June 19th, 1865, it becomes a law.

You decide to go.

Thank you so much for taking care of my family all these years.

God bless you.

You are free.

Oh, my God.

Let's go.

Vida! Vida!

Vida!

Martha and I,

we've been talking this freedom business over this judge.

And I got a bad feeling that the white man going to hate us

niggas worse being free than he ever did us being slaves.

Those those people out there, they can't be the right.

They don't know where they was born on.

All the layers.

They can't do nothing to plant cotton.

So I'm wondering,

what the hell is it we're free to do?

Now, I don't know how slavery got started,

but I'm damn sure that it ain't over.

I'm sure you and Martha will find a way to make yourselves a killer.

We stay in Miss Georgia.

You are?

What?

We stay in?

What?

We stay in?

I don't know.

What?

We stay in?

I love you, Miss Georgia.

Miss Ols always been sweet.

I love you too, cousin.

Yeah! Yeah!

Cherokee Daddy's home!

I don't think it's beautiful.

You don't have to do this.

I want to.

I love you.

Talk to me.

I miss you and your voice.

I made you some tea, Daddy.

Oh, a little sweet. Thank you.

No, no, back, not back.

Well, I'm not as agile as I was, but I won't stop.

But you can't be a doctor anymore.

Of course I can.

I can still help people. It's all right.

Isn't all right?

I hate what the Yankees did to you. I wish we'd kill them all!

We need some fresh straw in here.

William!

William!

Miss darling, I'm home.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Delicates from all over the state are gathering at the Capitol in Austin.

It's a draft of new constitution in Texas.

I've been invited to go.

And then we'll be presenting it in Washington.

Well, I can imagine you and Carlton.

It's not like keeping the peace.

Don't leave me again.

It's important, Georgia.

It's Jackie's Georgia.

Hey, in Austin.

This house has been designated headquarters for the officers and men who will occupy San Marcos.

You ought to vacate it once. I suggest you take up residence in the slave quarters.

I thought the war was over.

It's a reconstruction. The Yankees are gonna punish us for losing.

I'm over immediately the rest of my troops will arrive from all of my turn.

Yankees? What do they do, Lea?

I don't know, Cherokee.

You better haul this water out back.

I should be safe, son. Go on.

Pig me. It's all right. Go.

You are safe. I promise you.

Pardon me. It's your southern air.

I am. I managed to bank before the war in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

I haven't been there for four years. I miss it terribly.

Have you ever seen snow?

No.

It's beautiful.

Snow even makes ugly things.

Beautiful.

Would you consider joining me and some of my officers for dinner?

My mama wouldn't let me.

Home up, Sergeant.

Give me that rocket. They can't take our house, mama.

Sweet, they're just gonna borrow it. Come on. We have to hide this now.

My mission here is to protect you.

I have.

Why else would I have a loud little sweet attack on my men to go unpunished?

I have.

Why else would I have a loud little sweet attack on my men to go unpunished?

Little sweet. That is absurd. She's only a child.

Yes, her mother's own, in fact.

But since we are not at war, I must consider it attempted murder.

A criminal act with serious consequences.

You must be very bored, Captain, to invent such fantasies. Good night.

I am bored, Mrs. Woods.

I am rather fond of your daughter Cherokee.

Perhaps you could speak to her.

Kevin Haller, you so much as...

Don't say anything, you might regret Mrs. Woods.

There are tigers in the forest.

And I hold the leash.

Little sweet's rifle, I presume.

I want Cherokee.

Once she's in my bed, I'll give you my word. Little sweet will remain free.

You southern ribbon are such a marvelous spirit.

I wonder if Cherokee is lively as a man.

Mama, go back to bed. Go.

Go.

I received your notes.

Captain Haller, promise not to harm a little sister.

Please.

Kevin Haller, promise.

I give you my word.

Come with me.

I'm getting dressed.

It's all.

Why are those horses settled?

I'm not sure.

Cherokee head home now. Go by where the woods. And burn that gown.

I don't matter, I don't.

No, ma'am. No, ma'am, Miss Georgia.

You done the Lord's We All.

I brought you some food.

I had no idea the Yankees had taken over your house.

You're an angel, ma'am.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I brought you some food.

I had no idea the Yankees had taken over your house.

I'm not sure.

I don't know how Captain Haller found the rifle,

but he just would not leave us alone.

I'm so sorry, Georgia.

What happened to him?

He disappeared.

The Yankees had three companies, a troop searching for him,

but to no avail.

What a shame.

I missed you, Georgia.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't all you.

So how's your vote getting going?

We're progressing.

I'm asking you, family.

I want us to be friends, Georgia.

We're friends who talk about politics.

It's being recruited I could do with that.

So, ma'am.

We're trying to include women's suffrage in the new constitution.

You sure you want to hear about this?

We need signatures, but we also need to go enforce to the capital.

That really make a difference.

To be honest, I think our frogs got a better chance of snagging a coyote

than women do at getting the vote.

But I had the feeling that if we needed to lay on some female charm

and open a few doors, you'd be the one who could do it.

Am I being recruited?

Absolutely not.

I'd never do that.

Mm-hmm.

And you sure, Captain Haller?

No.

I would have.

Therefore, after examining the petition on female suffrage,

we unhesitatingly state that we are opposed to it.

Not because we think women of less capacity than men,

but because their native modesty causes them to shrink

from mingling in the busy noise of the lecture day.

To grant women the power to vote would be an insult to their sex.

By implication that they are so unwarmingly as to what the privilege.

It is with respect for the gentle qualities in every true woman

that we recommend the motion shall not pass this body of gentle.

APPLAUSE

The honorable speaker,

who first

who women's native modesty.

Now, if God had wanted modesty to be native in women,

he would not have settled them with childbirth.

APPLAUSE

Madam, you are out of place and out of order.

We sir are exactly where we belong.

Now, how can the speaker say that we would shrink from the busy noise of election days?

Do you men think a house full of children isn't busy or noisy or less important?

And you men will in fact, raised and educated by women.

How can my son...

Madam, we will hear no more from you.

How can my son be qualified to vote and I am not?

Your ideal sir of a true woman is false.

But I don't want to be a man. I like being a woman.

But a woman who can vote.

APPLAUSE

We are in the vote!

We are in the vote!

We are in the vote!

APPLAUSE

Madam, there's no more police factors.

There's no more police factors.

There's no more police factors.

There's no more police factors.

Let's move him again! We're doing safer stuff!

Down the world!

Doesn't hatred ever stop!

I don't think it does, Georgia.

One of the few saving graces in this miserable world is the fact that you are in it, family.

Down the window!

APPLAUSE

Have you told the children yet?

We will.

I'm Shaky's wedding.

Kevin Hallows pot and gift.

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE

I brought you something.

It belonged to Tarantula, a Comanche chief.

It had medicine in the Dehelon era wound in Sarah's leg.

His braves tortured my childhood friends.

I hated him for that.

And I decided all Indians were savages.

But I was wrong.

I want you to have it.

It isn't exactly fitting for a tuckabachi queen.

But it'll have to do.

You know all my secrets.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it.

You know all my secrets.

I always thought I was that girl.

But I was the bird waiting to fly away.

They fraying.

I love you so much.

You're as beautiful to me now as you have been.

You're proud of who you are.

I would know and I'd love you so.

God must have shined on us.

No other way could have happened.

I'm sorry.

The heart is broken the way over here.

What did you fix today, I'm saying?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The heart is broken the way over here.

What did you fix today, I'm saying?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I've been actually shocked out and how.

I know.

I'd be disappointed in you if you didn't.

Thank God I loved you baby.

I will always love you.

I thought there was a doubt for you.

Okay.

Okay.

We don't know where to go.

We have real fish.

We have real fish.

We have real fish.

Join in on the runaway strike.

See how steady it will be.

I'll stop.

I'll stop.

I'll stop.

Get in the middle of the pocket.

We'll fail.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

From my horses.

Welcome, someone.

Let's never go!

Let me go!

Pass!

You see, I have given him my horse.

They've made myths out of us, Sarah.

We're not even dead yet.

Lord of the sure are.

Maddie.

Little Johnny.

There's any bowls who let us across the brozos.

The Bartlett.

And Joel.

My mother and father.

Georgia.

Sometimes it seems like they weren't real.

I wonder if my children will wonder one day if I was real.

They're all still here.

Turt is out in cottonville to somewhere, counting bushes.

The ranch was nearby riding with braves.

Bartlett's chase is up.

Maddie Lockhart's dancing.

Joel and all my sweet children are laughing.

I know. I don't feel a bit old.

There is something in us, I am sure.

The kind of flame that does not change through time.

But it is alive when we're old.

And when our eyes first see the world.

Did we do anything, Sarah?

We endured.

We kept the devil at bay.

That's enough, sweetie.

Two old Texas women.

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