texts: Tommy, they'll drive you, an' cut you down like they done to Casy. </s> <s> They gonna drive me anyways. Soon or later they'll get me, for one thing if not another. Until then... </s> <s> You don't aim to kill nobody, Tom!
labels: No, Ma. Not that. That ain't it. But long as I'm a outlaw, anyways, maybe I can do sump'n. Maybe I can jus' fin' out sump'n. Jus' scrounge aroun' an' try to fin' out what it is that's wrong, an then see if they ain't sump'n could be done about it.  But I ain't thought it out clear, Ma. I can't. I don't know enough.