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Little Eli Wakefield:
How long now, Pa? How many more days?
Elias Wakefield:
We ain't much more than started!
Little Eli Wakefield:
But won't you tell me something more about Texas?
Elias Wakefield:
Well, it's a place for the likes of us. No people there much, no neighbors to crowd ya, only wild game to see and to shoot at. And when you take a breathe, it's got a clean taste to it, like nobody ain't never used it before.
Elias Wakefield:
It ain't we don't like people - we like room more. Room to stretch in, room to see and hunt... and where you set your foot no foot's been set before. That's what ails Kentucky now; a man can't hardly move without he nudges up agin' a neighbor.
Elias Wakefield:
Well, the egg ain't hatched yet, but we sure got a hen settin'.
Elias Wakefield:
I overdone my fun and so poked my paw in the bear trap.
Drunk frontiersman with whip:
Who dares? Who dares to crack a whip with me? My mammy was a gator and my pappy was a bull! I can whup my weight in wildcats and drink my belly full. Who dares?
[Stan whips the jug out of drunk whipcracker's hand]
Drunk frontiersman with whip:
Not you, Stan. You cut too fine a seam for me.
Susie:
Sometimes you can ruin what you love.
Elias Wakefield:
I'm trying to be a right father to you. I'm trying to think what kind of man you'll grow up to be.
Little Eli Wakefield:
What kind of man are you coming to be? That's the worst of all!
Fletcher:
Hitting a poor scholar isn't going to cure your ignorance, my friend.
Elias Wakefield:
The way to start off new is to shuck off what's old.
Zack Wakefield:
Just keep your powder dry. Our time to shoot will come.
Pleasant Tuesday Babson:
You don't measure land in Texas by rod and chain - you measure by the eye. And when the eye can see no further, that's where you drive your stake. The rifle ball has not been made that can carry to a neighbor's line.
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Elias Wakefield:
No, Hannah, don't leave us. We're goin' to Texas. We're goin' to live it bold.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
