Butch
Elly!
Elly
He couldn’t even hurt any one’s feelin’s! And besides,—his story’s as good as yourn. They’d know w’at he said wuz the truth! You got to try some other plan, Butch. You got to try to get away. You got to sneak out in the woods an’ hide a day or two. I’ll take you grub t’ eat some way. Then when things blows over more we’ll light out fer Texas till they fergit all about us. You could hide close to the old sawmill some’er’s. They’d never think o’ lookin’ there fer you—so near—so near whur Jim—Hurry up, now! (She crosses and gets his gun.) You ain’t got much time. Take yer gun. Don’t use it unless you have to—promise me! I want you to be safe. (She offers him the gun.)
Butch (thoughtfully)
No. Put the gun back....
Elly
Butch!
Butch
You tuck it away frum me once....