shockers! four more and i'm leaving.
man can make three dollars a day, he wants to work.
sackers! abby steps up. benson takes her for a young man.
you ever sacked before? she nods. transcriber's note: the following seven lines of dialogue between the newcomer and the veteran runs concurrent with the previous six lines of dialogue between benson and bill and abby. in the original script they are typed in two columns running side-by-side down the page. ***** newcomer how's the pussy up there?
when's that?
get on. he snaps his fingers at her. bill climbs up ahead of the women. anger makes him extremely polite.
the owner's. don't none of you go up around his place. first one that does is fired. i'm warning you right now. in the warm july weather most of the hands forsake the dorm to spread their bedrolls around a strawpile or in the hayloft of the nearby barn. abby and bill slip off to share a cigarette. ursula tags behind.
should miss us.
i thought she was a boy. should i get rid of her?
tick tockl tick tock! nothing moving but the clock! bill pulls abby to her feet. he sees the dutchman he fought with and shoots him the finger.
you must've passed over a dozen bushels here. i'm docking you three dollars.
then leave. you're fired. abby is speechless. bill squeezes the small rubber ball which he carries around to improve his grip and swallows his pride.
you want to stay? then shut up and get back to work. benson leaves. abby covers bill's embarrassment.
hold your horses!i the huge tractors start up with a bang. despite benson's warning a team of percherons breaks free. threshing, the separating of the wheat from the chaff, has begun.
the president's going to pay a visit next time he comes west.u
no.i bill puts his hat back on. he keeps wet cottonwood leaves in the crown to cool himself off.
he's not well.
we should be done around four. they improvise a chat about past harvests. years of shared hardship have drawn them close. chuck trails off in the middle of a reminiscence. something else weighing on his mind.
it might not be my place to say this, sir, but i don't think they're honest people.
why should i regret it? i think they're a pair of scam artists, sir. let me tell you what i've seen, and you judge for yourself. chuck, who of course has seen the same things and more, raises a hand to silence him.
don't believe me, then. you shouldn't. but why not check it out, sir? hire a detective in chicago. it won't cost much. what's there to lose? chuck's brow darkens as benson goes on. for a moment we glimpse the anger that would be unleashed if ever he woke up. somewhere he already knows the truth but refuses to acknowledge it.
maybe i better pack my things. benson turns and walks off. chuck watches him go, ashamed at himself. what has this man done but a friend's duty?
i know what you're doing.
that boy's like a son to me. don't you forget it. i know what you're doing. benson gets on his horse, turns and rides off. miss carter waves goodbye from the side of the house. she and bill exchange a look.
we can't get the machines out. they're jamming up the gears. there's a good chance they'll pass on south, though. unless.  unless a wind comes up.
they'll set down and walk in.
there's still a chance they're going to fly.
leave him alone. i want him. leave him alone. there you go! there you go! he shoots bill down. bill turns and looks at him in sur- prise. benson shoots him again, point blank.