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Gipson/Tun berg
January 22, 1957

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To one side of the·room 1s a kitchen table made of axe-
hewn boards, with log ·benches on either-side. In a
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corner of the opposi-te wall is the "grewnups' bed. ·It
is built against the wall and spread with a white counter-
pane.

KATIE COATES, a pretty young woman in her early thir•ties,
is standing at the table, packing spare shirts and socks
into a pair of saddlebagso She is wearing a simple, full-
skirted calic·-o dres_s. JIM COATES, a tall, strongly-made
man of thirty-five, wears a hickory shirt, leather vest,
and homespun pants stuffed into high-topped boots. Also
on the table is Jim's rifle, in a scabbard. ©n the verge
of tears, Katie turns to Jim.

KATIE
Jim, I wish you didn-'t have
to go.

Jim puts an arm about her shoulder.

JIM
Right now, I sort of feel
the same way, Iu:ttie girl.
But I tarowed a hundred of
our steers into that pool
herd. Was I to back out
now, it wouldn't hardly look
right.

KATIE
I lrnow -- but

JIM
In Kansas we can git maybe
four or five dollars a head·
for emo
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(smiling)
Cash money, too. That's all
we need to git a tight tail-
holt on the world!

He takes a piece or paper from the table and puts it on
the floor. Lifting Katie by the elbows, he:plants
her on the papero

JIM
Now you stand right there,
so I kin see just how big
your :feet areo

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