Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?
You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?