DAVE
Wouldn't hit a lick at a snake.
DAISY I don't blame you, Dave (looks down at his feet) cause toting dem feet of yourn is enough to break down your constitution.
DAVE They carries me wherever I wants to go. Daisy, you marry Jim cause I don't want to come between y'all. He's my buddy.
JIM Come to think of it, Dave, she was yourn first. You take and handle dat spade for her.
DAVE You heard her say it is all I can do to lift up dese feets and put 'em down. Where I'm going to git any time to wrassle wid any hoes and shovels? You kin git round better'n me. You done won Daisy—I give in. I ain't going to bite no friend of mine in de back.
DAISY Both of you niggers can git yo' hat en' yo' heads an' git on down de road. Neither one of y'all don't have to have me. I got a good job and plenty men begging for yo' chance.
JIM Dat's right, Daisy, you go git you one them mens whut don't mind smelling mules—and beating de white folks to de barn every morning. I don't wanta be bothered wid nothin' but dis box.
DAVE And I can't strain wid nothin' but my feets and my gun. I kin git mo' turkey gobblers, but never no job.
(Daisy walks slowly away in the direction from which she came. Both watch her a little wistfully for a minute. The sun is setting.)
DAVE
Guess I better be gitin' on back—it's most dark. Where you goin, Jim?