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Hello, Joan. The game just used to roar along.

Sharon, just tell Bill that I dropped by. And as long as it's okay, I'll have

Jed Winston draw up an agreement for another year.

Marcy Wiggins just dropped by.

Oh, why didn't you call me?

I told her that I would, but she couldn't wait.

Marcy and I got to talk about renewing her lease on that parcel of land down by

the pond.

No, you don't.

I told her she could have the renewal.

Lawyer Winston's going to draw the papers up.

Now, why'd you go and do that?

I want that land to lie fallow for a year.

It's not time for that land to lie fallow. It can wait till next year.

I'd best get back to my roast.

How's roast beef and Yorkshire pudding sound?

Like I'm hungry already.

Well, I better get with it.

I got a list of chores a yard long.

Can't Norbert do them?

I better do these myself.

That way I know they get done right.

Tired hands just ain't what they used to be when I was a kid.

What do you think about Marcy Wiggins and June Rutland?

I mean, you know, the way they're always together.

Well, I think it's just plain unnatural.

That's what it is.

You know, I remember when Miss Wiggins hired June.

It was right after Miss Wiggins' mama died.

Took her on as a hired girl. She was just a hired little girl.

Now she's got her like family, only closer.

Yes, ma'am.

Three years closer.

Something between those two gals that just ain't natural.

It ain't natural at all.

Dalton. Yes, dear?

I was thinking about Marcy Wiggins.

Ever wish things had worked out between you two?

Now, why should you think about that?

Well, do you? I mean, I know you went together in high school.

And I know your ma and pa had ideas.

That was a long time ago.

Wiggins had a great working farm.

My pa had the idea that the two farms together would be better than the two

farms separate.

And since Marcy was the only child and there was only me, well,

economically, it might have worked out.

But instead, you married an out-of-the-county ridge runner.

Yeah.

Ever wish you'd listen to your mom, Pa?

Oh, hellfire. Now, whatever the... Between me and Marcy Wiggins died a long

time ago. Long before I ever met you.

Hey, now.

You ain't jealous of Marcy Wiggins, are you?

Me? Jealous?

Jealous of Marcy Wiggins?

A rip-roaring lesbian?

Marcy?

She ain't no lesbian.

Nothing like it. Of course she is.

Otherwise, why would she be with that girl?

Who, June Rutland?

She just took June in, and they're like man and wife.

Now, where'd you get that hogwash?

Well, story's all over.

I ain't heard it. It's the things men don't talk about. Can't be.

Haven't you ever heard of anybody being lonely?

June suits her as a companion.

I'm sure June does. Well, that don't make it what you say.

Dalton Christie, let me ask you one thing.

Ever seen a man set foot in that big house up there?

No, you don't know what goes on up there, and neither do I.

I'm going to bed.

Dalton Christie, sometimes you're so damn naive, you make me sick.

Oh, I like petting once in a while.

It makes me feel like we're not married.

It makes the whole thing more fun.

Norby.

What do two girls do to each other when they make love?

Oh, who the hell cares?

Norby.

I know all about you and Dalton back

in high school.

Me and Dalton.

Now, who could have told you about me and Dalton back in high school?

Well, Dale.

He just told me all about you and him.

Well, Dale.

He was in short bridges when I was in high school.

Well, he knows you were sweet on him.

You were sweet on him, weren't you, Marcy?

I was sweet on him.

And he was sweet on you.

And he was sweet on me.

But it just wasn't to be.

What happened?

Oh, we were just too close, I guess.

My ma caught us in a hay and made an awful fuss.

I was 15.

He was 17 or so.

That ended it.

It was a long time before we could look at each other without feeling shame.

And you just drifted apart?

Just drifted apart.

But ain't you thought about marriage since then?

Oh, I've thought about it.

But the right guy hasn't been around while I was thinking about it.

It's getting late and I better be going to bed.

Good night, Martin.

could ever give me a kick like that.

No matter what she done to me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. What is... What is all this talk about girls?

Ain't you satisfied with things done in the old-fashioned way, huh?

Oh.

I am.

Some girls around here would like to cuddle up with other girls.

Around here?

Around here.

But don't pump me.

It wouldn't be right for me to tell you.

Hey, why not?

You're a husband, ain't I?

Yeah, but it's... Still wouldn't be right for me to tell you.

It was told to me in the strictest of confidence.

Carrie Sue.

Tell me who it is, please.

What gals was it?

I really shouldn't tell you.

Carrie Sue.

Tell me, David, tell me, tell me.

It's Marcy Wiggins and June Rutland.

June Rutland. Oh, what a waste.

I thought that would shake your eye teeth.

I saw the way you were looking at her backside at Foster's Market last week.

Got a very pretty backside.

No gal could do justice to that.

Mm-mm.

Go to sleep.

Oh, sir.

Right pretty back, sir.

All set, Will?

Will, I'm ready.

It's hard to believe.

What's the blame hard to believe, Norby?

Dodgy and Rutland.

How she loves the attention of their gals.

Oh, what do you mean by that?

Oh, about her and Miss Wiggins.

The way they carry on so brazen.

Well, it's all over the county.

Listen, you probably got wind of this already, but I just had to call you

anyway.

Well, you know how far behind I am when it comes to gossip.

No, no, no. This is not about Jed Sparks and June Wilkins.

This is about Marcy Wiggins and June Rutland.

And it can't be repeated.

Not to one single person. You must promise.

Right.

Well...

What's the jack-o'-lantern grin about?

Oh, I know someone who's got an overpowering yet for you, June Woodman.

Who's that, Marcy?

Can't tell you.

Oh, come on, Marcy.

Nope, that's final.

Besides, it wouldn't be fair to the young man that confided in me.

If you don't tell me, I'm out to just make you. That's very sassy talk.

You forget I know how deep as you are.

Now tell me.

Never.

Tell me!

It's Will.

Will Dale, the hard boy?

Yep.

You got him so upset he can't even do his chores.

You know, uh, if you're figuring hustling with me in a bag of grass, you

better... Start taking to wearing some underwear.

The whole county could see what you own they were looking.

Heck, nobody paid a mind to what they saw of me.

Not with your bosoms popping out from under your shirt the way they was.

I'm going to take a hike up the ridge. Want to come?

No. I'm going to stay here and wash the dishes and then just relax.

What's for supper?

Something easy.

How's the cheese omelette strike you?

How about a western omelette?

Okay, then western it'll be.

I'll wait till you get back before I throw it on, though.

You just might get waylaid for one of your old bows.

Looks like I have to keep a close eye on you and Will.

You're getting a little too cozy in your conversation.

Anything definite you gotta do right now?

I got some chores to do in the barn.

Well, I'm sure those can wait.

Come on with me.

Come on in. It's all right.

It's my bed.

I think one of my slats is busted.

I don't see nothing broke under there.

Fear.

No fear.

I didn't know I'd have done that.

You just never did get over yourself.

No.

Because I went up the ridge.

Snowy autumn, touching everything.

I just knew you'd be there.

Standing there.

Breathing in the air.

Just like such a day 20 years ago.

You look very young.

And there was no Sharon Christie.

I guess I never got over you either, Marcy.

But there is a Sharon Christie, Del.

But we can just breathe the air and smell the autumn and look at the colors

and just be.

Carrie? Yes, Miss Christie.

Have you seen Mr.

Christie?

I ain't seen him all afternoon.

Norbert, Mr. Christie about?

I did see him walk over the ridge toward the Wiggins place.

A long time.

A long time.

When can I see you again?

When I ask you.

Thanks.

Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. I'll go wash up.

Where were you all afternoon?

Walking in the hills.

See Marcy Wiggins?

Well, she was there on the ridge.

I did run into her.

I'll go wash up.

You all right, Marcy? I'm all right.

I heard you go out.

I had a nightmare.

But you were dreaming of something awful.

I kicked the covers off.

Marcy, do you always sleep in the nude?

Not always.

Good night, Marcy.

Everything all right, Mr. Christie?

Yeah,

Norby, everything's all right.

I'm going to take a little walk.

Uh, Miss Christie just left. Went out for a walk.

I heard him.

Come inside.

I'd like to have a drink with you.

Uh, no, no. I got a lot of work to do, Miss Christie.

I think you're afraid of me, Ronnie.

No, no, no.

Your husband might not like me taking a drink with you.

But he's gone.

He's off on a rendezvous with one of his old lady friends.

Oh, you mean Miss Wiggins? You know I mean Miss Wiggins.

Oh, now, you don't have to worry about her.

Well, everybody knows that she's a lesbian.

I'd still like that drink.

And I don't like to drink alone.

Don't you like your job here, Norbert?

Okay, you win.

Wait a minute.

Now, your husband's up on the ridge, but my wife is sitting right outside there,

and she is going to get a bit sassy if I go in to take a drink with you.

I'll take care of that.

Terry Sue?

Yes, Miss Christie?

Terry, there's a lot of stuff I need from the market.

And by the way things are going, I won't get there before it closes.

Be a good gal and take the car.

Go to the market and get this for me. But I've got to take these bundled

clothes off. I'll take care of that.

Pick up this stuff in a minute.

See you soon, Miss Christian.

You can come out now. She's gone.

Oh, I need a little drink.

Shut up and kiss me, you...

Thank you very much, Miss Christy.

Thank you.

Well, that fence is okay.

We'll check it tomorrow.

Bet you can't get it.

Easiest part.

Bet you can't get it and keep it.

It's out of her phone.

Try to get it.

Try. Come on.

Give it to me.

No, come on. Do it.

Give it to me.

No

one

give me a shot.

Hey, hey, bag already, honey?

Don't, honey, me, you bastard.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, what's eating you?

I saw you up there with Miss Christie.

Oh.

Oh, honey, honey, I... I didn't really want to.

Oh, I can see.

You were hating every second of it.

Honey, she... She made me.

Oh, sure.

She grabbed you and pulled you down and raped you, right?

Baby, baby.

If I had no... If I had no, she would have just tried to canter us and...

Oh, hell.

Now, listen.

And we got a good deal here.

So why don't you just keep your mouth shut?

Bam!

Now, come on.

Miss Christie told you to do some shopping.

So why don't you just climb right back in the car and go on and do it before

it's too late, hmm?

Lamb's, uh, mighty good the way you fixed it.

Did you have a nice walk?

It's always nice to walk this time of year.

Did you see Marcy Wiggins?

I'm going up to bed, Sherry.

Got to get up extra early tomorrow morning.

Norbert left an awful lot of things undone this afternoon.

I still don't know why you couldn't give her some excuse.

Like maybe your wife's an infomaniac and you were just too tuckered to be

accommodating to her.

Hey, hey, who cares?

There's old Will Deal.

Hi, Will.

Hi, Will.

Hey, Will.

How's it done?

How's it feel to work for a couple of lesbian ladies?

I don't know what you mean.

Sure you know what I mean. Talking about Miss Wiggins and June Rutland.

They ain't no lesbian ladies.

Oh, I'm sure they are. The whole county knows that.

Oh, Will wouldn't know a lesbian lady if he was right under her nose.

that he doesn't even know about.

All they do sometimes is rassle around.

They roll on the ground.

Just laughing.

Giggling.

Just acting nuts, that's all.

Just acting nuts.

Oh, Will, where have you ever seen that?

Yeah, but that's outside, right?

Right? Well, now, that's just the preliminary.

You ought to see what goes on on the inside.

Kiss it like you ain't never seen.

And they say after a gal has one of those sessions, she ain't never the

same.

Yep, she ain't never the same.

Why don't you shut up?

Miss Christy.

Yes, Karen?

Now, I've been thinking an awful lot about Marcy Wiggins and... What

do you think they do to each other?

I can't imagine.

Not really.

I can.

I can't imagine sex without a man.

Well, you know...

Some people say that a gal knows best what a gal wants and how she wants it.

Well, anyway, last night, Will Deal, you know, the hired hand over at the

Wiggins's?

He was giving us some idea about how they carry on over there. You know, all

the kissing and touching and such.

And that was right in front of him.

So you can imagine what they do inside.

Hands off me.

If you're worried about your husband, I saw him about ten minutes ago walking up

the ridge.

I swear a lesbian lady has her head fooled.

They say that ladies like that delight themselves in leading a man on and

making a fool of him.

But my husband's in love with the countryside.

Trees, colors, the skies.

I just draw him to it.

You wouldn't understand.

Just the outright freshness of it all.

That's what he spends his afternoons with.

Every year this time.

I don't expect you to understand a man like Dalton Christie.

You saying then you're sorry you made me roll you around sheets yesterday?

No.

I'm afraid I'm not sorry at all.

But... You see, you...

You don't have the fine qualities of Dolphin.

Neither do I.

Marcy. Let's go away together.

And leave all this?

The sight and the smell of this?

No, Dad, you couldn't be there.

You'd be cut off.

Because of the farm.

The farm my daddy found.

The farm your daddy found.

Well, I got to have you, Marcy.

I think I'll go nuts if I don't.

People are talking.

They say that you don't need a man anymore, that you make love to June

Rutland.

Do you believe that?

You know I don't.

Would I be standing here asking you to bed down with me if I did?

I don't know.

Marston.

Let's go to Elkinson.

There's a motel there.

Nobody'd ever know.

Well, what do you say?

Say yes.

If I cared, Sue, I'd bring Chew over here.

I just had a few minutes between chores, and I thought I'd get out of the kitchen

for a few minutes.

You don't mind, do you? I need to change a senior anyway.

Heck no. I'm here all alone right now.

Will and Marcy are over on the side 20 somewhere.

Got a pot on. Like some tea? Love some. Come on.

You make love to June Rutland.

June Rutland.

June Rutland.

June Rutland.

June Rutland.

Carrie Sue, if Marcy and I were making it with each other,

would you think it wrong?

They say you make love to June Rutherford.

June Rutherford.

June Rutherford.

June Rutherford.

You make love to June Rutland June Rutland June Rutland June

Rutland You make love to June Rutland June Rutland

June Rutland June Rutland

Jesus.

Yes, Marcy.

You alright?

I couldn't sleep.

I was lonely.

You don't mind?

You

have

a wonderful body.

A wonderful heart body.

Nothing's wrong.

I'm just tired.

I don't know what I'd do.

If I did anything to upset you, I'd just rather die.

You could never do anything to upset me.

I'm glad.

Because I love you.

I thought I'd go into town tonight and take in a movie.

Yeah, what's playing?

Maybe I'll go too.

Oh, you wouldn't be interested in it. It's a love picture. You know, one of

those foreign ones.

Ah, don't you get a read?

Yeah. All right, for me.

She's not going to a movie.

I heard her on the telephone.

She's got a date.

Date?

Peel her backside like a grape.

No, don't stop her.

My old man's going to the Grange.

And if she goes to the movies... Yeah.

Okay, Sue, I'm so glad you could come.

Marcia's down at the Grange.

They have some meeting on shipping prices.

That's where Mr.

Christie is.

You don't think they could be meeting each other there, do you?

You're not upset, are you?

Oh, no, I'm not upset.

You know, Carrie Sue, the other day when we were talking about

girls who make it with each other?

Mm-hmm.

I wonder what they do when they make it.

I don't know.

I suppose they're curious and touch.

This is more like it.

Plenty of time.

I was afraid you wouldn't come.

I almost didn't.

Marcy, I guess I damn sure never got over you either.

I didn't think you'd still be up.

Late meeting, huh?

I just had to touch you.

I want you to know that no one else means anything to me.

Nice. Is something wrong?

I mean, between us.

I don't see what makes you say that.

Well, for the past three or four days, you've just been acting kind of funny.

All by yourself.

If it's me, please tell me.

June, it's me.

Well, I couldn't bear it if you were angry at me.

Please don't turn away.

Don't turn me away, Marcy.

I love you, Marcy.

Say you love me.

I'm sure glad you dropped by.

I want you to come visit with me tonight.

Oh, it might be hard for me to get out, but I'll try to. You got it. It's

important. See, Marcy's been out four nights in a row.

She's going to be home tonight.

And I want you here.

Marcy, you and me.

I'll be there.

Marcy, you're not.

What are we going to do, Marcy?

What we're doing.

We both have commitments.

And the farms.

People depend on us. We can't run.

We can just enjoy the seasons, the land, and each other.

Don't get me all charged up.

I promised June I'd stay with her, Glenn.

After all, we've had the last four nights together.

Heels, huh?

Where do you think you're going?

Out.

Where? To the movie.

Maybe I want to go, too.

That's too bad.

I'm going alone.

Now, don't that... Like some more tea?

Sure is pleasant to be home together for a night.

Yes, the Grange can take a lot of time.

Well, why are they? I thought maybe you might be interested in a man.

Would that bother you?

I mean, my being interested in a man?

No.

Oh, that's Carrie Sue.

I did know she was coming tonight.

Hi, Carrie Sue.

Hi, June.

Come on in.

Hello, Miss Wiggins. Hi, Carrie Sue. Would you like some tea? Oh, I pass. I

swear I've had a dozen cups already.

I'm glad you carried Sue over. I promised to fix her dress.

Would you like to help us? Sure.

Carrie Sue has a nice body.

You should see Marcy out of her clothes.

I'd love to.

Nice long legs.

I love you, Poop.

It's all right.

Carrie Sue knows how we feel about each other.

She understands.

Oh, please.