Thursday Ragan:
If you'd a minded me, and kept outen that swamp like I told you Ben, you wouldn't be in no fix like you're in... What's the matter boy?
Ben:
If you'll be giving me my clothes, I'll be takin' myself offen your hands.
Thursday Ragan:
No, you won't - you'll be quiet now. You're sick Ben.
Ben:
I ain't so sick I have to lay here and listen to you give me down the country. I knowed that was all you drug me out of that crick for.
Thursday Ragan:
I drug you out because you was my boy.
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