Crazy Cora:
[Sitting next to Quigley around a campfire and looks at an aborigine child]
That little girl is so darling!
Matthew Quigley:
She sure is.
Crazy Cora:
Not as darling as Roy Jr. though.
Matthew Quigley:
Oh God almighty, lady, not another Roy...
[picks up some food]
Matthew Quigley:
Well, I don't know about you, but my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.
Crazy Cora:
Roy was hunting sage hens when the Comanches came. I grabbed the baby and a pistol and I hid in the root cellar out back. The Indians tore up our sod house. and I was real quiet, but then the baby started cryin'. I tried to shush him and suckle him, but he just wouldn't stop. One Comanche, I remember, he was acting real drunk and wore my green apron, and he must have heard somethin'. He started hollerin' and coming closer. So I put my hand gentle-like over my baby's mouth. 'Don't cry, daddy'll be home soon'. The indians found us, but they just laughed. They was drunk, didn't wanna hurt anybody, and rode away... At sundown, Roy came back, but I was still afraid to come out of the the cellar. I was afraid what he'd do when he saw I'd smothered our son...
Crazy Cora:
[turns to her dress]
I oughta find some way to mend this petticoat. Look at that. Roy... he just buried the baby, put me in the wagon, and we went 70 miles to Galveston withount stopping. He never said a word... Put me on the first ship he found. it was heading to Australia. And he said 'don't want no woman who would kill my son to save herself'. And he turned and he walked away and he never looked back. I know, 'cuz I watched him to see if he would...
Crazy Cora:
[turns back to fiddling with her dress]
This thing is just fallin' apart...
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