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just 'cause you kissing Massa's ass?
so I come over to check on Matilda and the family.
He's bleeding hard. Can't let him find his legs.
I want to hear more about what it takes
Watch out for Massa Tom.
If you have faith in your Chicken George.
- Fight him, Mingo! - Get him!
sir.
That's what we'll do.
Come on! Come on, now!
To take a chance against a fine man like my Massa Tom Lea?
Kizzy, I think I was selfish
Now these my birds, my money.
And taters!
than we ever seen,
Whenever and wherever you say.
You and that girl connived this whole coming together.
Jewett tells me you're a sovereign of avifauna.
Uh...
Here he is, Jewett.
But when George and Matilda have children,
Abracadabra.
or some cracker don't like my look.
I'll take a French pox and a screw
Get inside, Tricia.
Come on now, you little bastard.
Whose blood that is?
What's her name?
Kizzy!
That's how money works.
You think you Massa Tom?
Look at me!
Quick on't think about cat's!
or you want to get sunburned working them fields?
And it break my heart.
George.
Massa, it's me.
Come on.
Please.
Oh, you and me think the same way, George.
Shit.
Everybody carrying guns.
It ain't our way.
I promise to stay by your side forever.
Ooh!
Had too many people taken away
Your Chicken George has skill.
talk about the Israelites or Pharaoh, do they?
You got any guns and knives in this wagon?
Congratulations on your happy day.
Let's go, Mingo!
Long as you understand your first place is with my birds.
Bought my papers three years ago.
in Mississippi and Alabama.
Well, got you to watch over everybody.
Gentlemen.
Help me!
Money was in my hand, George.
♪ And I heard a little voice ♪
Ungrateful.
Kept my hand in my own pocket, coin by coin.
Mr. Byrd.
Mm-hmm.
Less likely to string the two of us up,
Only ignorant men without land or education would back him.
a whole lot of training for they wings,
Gonna find Mama and Matilda.
Now, what do y'all think of that?
just 'cause you kissing Massa's ass?
You declaring your intention?
We need to go home now. Patricia's by herself.
just work till we dead.
'cause I ain't never gonna get it.
I got something for you.
Kill that son of a bitch.
Come on now!
Pit your cocks!
God help you if anything's happened to Tricia.
Take me home.
That's what that bastard want for all of them...
Come on!
The whole lot of you has it a damn lot easier.
Something you need, Massa?
He's a warmonger and an adulterer.
You ain't gonna slit my throat while I sleep!
No, please! Please, Massa!
Mr. Byrd, second shot.
He's gone.
I ain't going nowhere for you, you understand me?!
and we couldn't get in.
I think I'm gonna save up my money, just like you, Massa.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
penny for penny.
I'm free!
Cabins was on fire.
Hold this, Til.
You a lying dog, Tom Lea!
Rise up, Tom Lea, come on!
Besides, my farm's worth half that much.
Gamecocks, George, not chickens.
Thank you.
Not now. Not never.
Never thought nobody could learn farming by reading, Kizzy.
...and Sir C. Eric Russell of Hampshire, England.