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WITH LOVE DUET

JUNE: I love you, John, for thinking about my rest—but I couldn't keep
from comin' over here for just a minuet.

SANDERS: Then, young lady, if you love me so much, you'd better pay me some
mind. Go get your rest, as I say.

JUNE: Oh, let me stay a little while. I won't be in the way. Can't I
help you pack?

SANDERS: No. But make yourself at home, anyway.

(HAPPY TO BE NEAR HIM, JUNE WATCHES
JOHN AS HE GOES ABOUT HIS PACKING,
STEALING AN OCCASSIONAL GLANCE AT HER)

JUNE: Where's Uncle Henry and Steve? Ain't they comin', too?

SANDERS: They've gone down to their wagons to see that everything's ready
for the start at moondown.

(SHYLY JUNE APPROCHES SANDERS)

JUNE: John, we be all by ourselves.

SANDERS: All by ourselves.

(THEY DRAW EVEN NEARER TO EACH OTHER.
SUDDENLY HE MOVES AS IF TO TAKE HER
IN HIS ARMS. SHE LIFTS HER LIPS AS
IF TO BE KISSED. BUT NOTHING HAPPENS,
AND BOTH STAND TREMBLENG, RESISTING
THE TEMPTATION TO FALL INTO EACH OTHER'S
ARMS) (PASSIONATELY THEY SING)

JUNE: OH, JOHN, IF YOU TOUCH ME......

JOHN: OH, JUNE, IF YOU TOUCH ME......

SEEMS LIKE ALL THE WORLD

BEGINS TO SWIRL

AND ALL THE STARS TO SPIN,

AND, OH, MY HEART BEGINS TO BEAT

JUST LIKE A DRUM, BUT OH!

JOHN, I DON'T KNOW!

SANDERS: JUNE, I DON'T KNOW!

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BOTH:

MY LOVE!....MY LOVE!....MY LOVE!

((QUICKLY SHE KISSES HIM AND, AS THE MUSIC RISES, JUNE
DISAPPEARS INTO THE DARKNESS. JOHN SANDERS STANDS
ALONE, TORMENTED, A WORRIED LOOK ON HIS FACE, AS THE
MELODY TUMBLES AND ROLLS INTO A DISCORD, SILENCE.
SANDERS PACES THE FLOOR—AND ONLY THE THUD OF HIS
FOOTSTEPS IS HEARD. THEN THERE IS A SUDDEN TAPPING
IN CODE AT THE SIDE DOOR. HE LISTENS. AGAIN THE
TAPPING IN CODE IS HEARD. HE TAPS AAGK THE SAME NUMBER
OF RAPS. THERE IS AN ANSWER. THEN SANDERS OPENS THE
DOOR TO ADMIT A TALL, LANKY, BOOTED MAN, JIM DONAHOE,
WHO STRIDES QUICKLY AND CAREFULLY INTO EVERY CORNER
BEFORE HE SPEAKS)

DONAHOE: Is everything all right, John?

SANDERS: I think so, Donahoe. Won't nobody be here for a while. And everything's set for Leovin'.

(HE PURS DONAHOE A DRINK FROM STEVE'S JUG)

DONAHOE: Thank ye, lad! Tastes good. Crawling through the swamp like a snake
calls for some kind of nerve-settler.

SANDERS: I don't see how you do it, Donahoe. You must be a ghost. God knows,
they all hate you. Since you killed that young Croatan, you run in
Steve Lowrie's mind all the time.

DONAHOE: He runs in mine, the dirty drunken skunk! I'd love to drill him with
a six-shooter—instead of seeing him hung as he will be, after we
catch him tonight. You sure everything's all right, John?

SANDERS: We're moving on plan.

DONAHOE: Good! We got our end fixed—men under the bridge, the sheriff's
deputies from Lumbertown in the woods all around the bridge, good shots,
too. Not an Indian will get away alive, unless they give up. About the
time you get to the bridge, try to call Henry and Steve and the other
leaders up to the head wagon for a conference. Asier to catch 'em
all at once. And in the morning the reward will be yours, some fifty
thousand dollars.

($BITTERLY SANDERS SHAKES HIS HEAD)

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SANDERS: I don't deserve it.

DONAHOE: What do you mean, don't deserve it? That's what you come down here from the North for, ain't it? Man, I admire your guts, livin' out here with these swamp-devils two years till you got the trick set. Now the trap's ready, I shake your hand.

SANDERS: I can't shake hands on this, Donahoe. I just can't.

DONAHOE: What's the matter, John? You ought to be the happiest man in North Carolina.

SANDERS: I don't believe I can see it through.

DONAHOE: What do you mean?

SANDERS: I've lived with 'em, doctored 'em, taught 'em, preached to 'em— now they trust me. They do wrong, yes—but that's the only way they know how to strike back at the men who've wronged them.

DONAHOE: Wronged them? What about the way they shot down Owen Norvent in his own front yard—with his wife and children pheardin' to spare him? What about old Sheriff King murdered in cold blood by his fireside? Pap Barnes slain at the mill? A white man daren't walk outside the township without his rifle. And the papers up North are full of us Carolina cowards letting a handful of Indians run wild in our midst. That's the reason we're behind you, John Sanders. You worked out this plan to bag 'em all—all at once.

SANDERS: God be my judge, Donahoe, I can't betray 'em now. How could I ever face my children again, and me a traitor to people who trusted me?

(SANDERS TAKES A PADED PHOTOGRAPH FROM HIS BOSOM)

See these kids? How could I face them?

DONAHOE: You can face anybody with fifty thousand dollars, lad.

SANDERS: We need that money, yes, but Donahoe—

DONAHOE: I know you been under a strain. You're talking from nerves now. Buck up, lad! Think what these Indians have done to us! Think of the

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Musical Numbers:

<table><tr><td>1.</td><td>SONG OF THE SWAMPLAND</td><td>QUINTETTE</td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td>2.</td><td>THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A CHANGE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>7</td></tr><tr><td>3.</td><td>RECKON IT'S MY INDIAN BLOOD</td><td>HENRY</td><td>9</td></tr><tr><td>4.</td><td>THE LOWRIES AIN'T RUNNIN' AWAY</td><td>STEVE</td><td>11</td></tr><tr><td>5.</td><td>THEY NEVER TREATS US RIGHT</td><td>RHODY &amp; LUKE</td><td>15</td></tr><tr><td>6.</td><td>LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER</td><td>LUKE &amp; JUNE</td><td>17</td></tr><tr><td>7.</td><td>SOME PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD</td><td>RHODY</td><td>19</td></tr><tr><td>8.</td><td>I LOVE HIM JUST THE SAME</td><td>JUNE</td><td>200</td></tr><tr><td>9.</td><td>A GIRL NAMED JUNE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>22</td></tr><tr><td>10.</td><td>LOVE, IF YOU TOUCHED ME</td><td>JUNE &amp; SANDERS</td><td>24</td></tr><tr><td>11.</td><td>I CAN'T THINK ANY MORE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>28</td></tr><tr><td>12.</td><td>LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SWAMP</td><td>HENRY</td><td>31</td></tr><tr><td>13.</td><td>THERE'S A WIDE, WIDE RIVER</td><td>JUNE</td><td>35</td></tr></table>

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STEVE: Just one more shot at that damn deputy Donahoe,
that's all I want.

HENRY: I'd like to leave him layin' in the mud myself,
but it's too late now.

STEVE: Luck's been against us with that man. He must be
a will-o-the-wisp floatin' through this swamp like
a Jack-o-Lantern—now you see him, now you don't.
And he always knowed so much about our goings-on
here. I 'spect he's out there now.

(STEVE GOES TO WINDOW AND OPENS IT)

HENRY: Ye damn fool! Shut that thar window. Old Donahoe's
rifle will bark from the bog, then ye won't
be goin' to Texas. Can't you keep quiet till the
moon goes down?

STEVE: I've got my rifle, too. (SINGING INTO THE NIGHT)
Just try to stop me, Jim Donahoe, that's all I've
got to say! The Lowries are leavin', Jim Donahoe,
but the Lowries ain't runnin' away.

HENRY: Shut that window, fool!

SANDERS: It won't matter what they say after we leave,
and it won't be but a couple more hours. Henry,
you're sure everything's ready?

HENRY: Everything's ready. John, can I have some grease?

SANDERS: Have your wagons been greased?

HENRY: All greased, stuff stowed away, mules fed.

SANDERS: What about my share of grease for my wagon?

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JOHN.....JOHN.....JOHN.....

MY LOVER'S NAME!

(SUDDENLY THE DOOR OPENS.
IT IS SANDERS)

SANDERS: June!

JUNE: John Sanders! You heard me talking to myself. I'm ashamed.

SANDERS: Papoose, I didn't know you were here. I thought you were at home resting. Didn't I tell you to get some sleep? The road to Texas isn't short. It's a hard, long road, June-girl. Go rest.

JUNE: I love you, John, for thinking about my rest---but I couldn't keep from comin' over here for just a minute.

(HAPPY TO BE NEAR HIM, JUNE WATCHES JOHN AS HE GOES ABOUT HIS PACKING, STEALING AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE AT HER)

SANDERS: They've gone down to their wagons to see, that 'everything's ready for the start at moondown.

(SHYLY JUNE APPROACHES SANDERS)

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SANDERS: Now go home, darling, get an hour's sleep. This get-away is serious business.

JUNE: I don't want to go, but I will if ye say so.

(HE FOLLOWS HER TO THE DOOR, THEN IMPETUOUSLY PULLS HER TOWARD HIM)

SANDERS: June, I love you, girl! But tell me, would you always love me, no matter what happens? Even if something terrible should happen, would you love me?

JUNE: I would love you forever and ever, John Sanders, no matter what happened. Forever and ever!

the deputy sheriff,

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(THE DEPUTY SHERIFF IS REPEATED AS A DUEL)

(QUARANTY SINGLES HIM UP, AS THE MUSIC RISES, JUNE DISAPPEARS INTO THE DARKNESS.)

JOHN SANDERS STANDS ALONE, TORMENTED, A WORRIED LOOK ON HIS FACE, AS THE MELODY TUMBLES AND ROLLS INTO DISCORD. SILENCE. SANDERS PACES THE FLOOR---AND ONLY THE THUD OF HIS FOOTSTEPS IS HEARD. THEN THERE IS A SILENT TAPPING IN CODE AT THE SIDE DOOR.

HE LISTENS. AGAIN THE TAPPING IS HEARD.

HE TAPS BACK THE SAME NUMBER OF RAPS. THERE IS AN ANSWER. THEN SANDERS OPENS THE DOOR.

to look

SANDERS: I think so, Donahoe. No, anybody be here for a while.
And everything's set for leavin'.

(HE POURS DONAHOE A DRINK FROM STEVE'S JUG)

SANDERS: I don't see how you do it, Donahoe. You must be a ghost. God knows, they all hate you. Since you killed that young Croatan, you run through Steve Lowrie's mind all the time.

DONAHOE: He runs in mine, the dirty drunken skunk! I'd love to drill him with a six-shooter---instead of seeing him hung as he will be, after we catch him tonight. You sure everything's all right, John?

DONAHOE: Good! We got our end fixed---men under the bridge, the sheriff's deputies from Lumberton in the woods all around the bridge, good shots, too. Not an Indian will get away alive, unless they give up. About the time you get to the bridge, try to call Henry and Steve and the other leaders

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<table><tbody><tr><td>1.</td><td>SONG OF THE SWAMPLAND</td><td>QUINTEITE</td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td>2.</td><td>THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A CHANGE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>6</td></tr><tr><td>3.</td><td>RECKON IT'S MY INDIAN BLOOD</td><td>HENRY</td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td>4.</td><td>THE LOWRIE'S AIN'T RUNNIN' AWAY</td><td>STEVE</td><td>10</td></tr><tr><td>5.</td><td>I DON'T TRUST HIM</td><td>RHODY &amp; LUKE</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>6.</td><td>LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER</td><td>LUKE &amp; JUNE</td><td>16</td></tr><tr><td>7.</td><td>THERE'S SOME PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD</td><td>RHODY</td><td>18</td></tr><tr><td>8.</td><td>I LOVE HIM JUST THE SAME</td><td>JUNE</td><td>19</td></tr><tr><td>9.</td><td>WAY OUT WEST IN TEXAS</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>22</td></tr><tr><td>10.</td><td>MY MIND IS TROUBLED</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>26</td></tr><tr><td>11.</td><td>LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SWAMP</td><td>HENRY</td><td>29</td></tr><tr><td>12.</td><td>THERE'S A WIDE, WIDE RIVER</td><td>JUNE</td><td>33</td></tr></tbody></table>

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STEVE: Luck's been against us with that man. He must be a will-o-the-wisp floatin' through this swamp like a Jack-o-Lantern — now you see him, now you don't. And he always knew so much about our goings-on here. I (spect he's out there now.

HENRY: Ye damn fool! Shut that tar window. Old Donahoe's rifle will bark from the bog, then ye won't be goin' to Texas. Can't you keep quiet till the moon goes down?

(SINGING INTO THE NIGHT)

HENRY: Everything's ready.

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JOHN ... JOHN ... JOHN

MY LOVER'S NAME!

SANDERS: June!

JUNE: I love you, John, for thinking about my rest — but I couldn't keep from comin' over here for just a minute.

SANDERS: Then, young lady, if you love me so much, you'd better pay us some mind. Go get your rest, as I say.

SANDERS: No, but make yourself at home, anyway.

SANDERS: They've gone down to their vagons to see that everything's ready for the start at moondown.

(JUNE SHYLY APPROACHES SANDERS)

SANDERS: All by ourselves.

JUNE: Do something for me.

SANDERS: I'd do anything for you, June.

JUNE: Then tell me about that country we're a-goin' to — that big wide open country with plenty of room for everybody, where there

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(QUICKLY SHE KISSES HIM AND, AS THE MUSIC RISES, JUNE DISAPPEARS INTO THE DARKNESS. JOHN SANDERS STANDS ALONE, TORMENTED, A WORRIED LOOK ON HIS FACE AS THE MELODY TUMBLES AND ROLLS INTO DISCORD. SILENCE. SANDERS PACES THE FLOOR -- AND ONLY THE II THUD OF HIS FOOTSTEPS IS HEARD. THEN THERE IS TAPPING IN CODE AT THE SIDE DOOR. HE LISTENS. AGAIN TAPPING IS HEARD. HE TAPS BACK THE SAME NUMBER. THERE IS AN ANSWER. THEN SANDERS OPENS THE DOOR TO ADMIT A TALL, LANKY, BOOTED MAN, THE DEPUTY SHERIFF, JIM DONAHOE, WHO STRIDES QUICKLY AND CAREFULLY TO LOOK INTO EVERY CORNER BEFORE HE SPEAKS)

SANDERS: I think so, Donahoe. Nobody'll be here for a while. And everything's set for leavin'.

DONAHOE: He runs in mine, the dirty drunken skunk! I'd love to drill him with a six-shooter -- instead of seeing him hung as he will be, after we catch him tonight. You sure everything's all right, John?

DONAHOE: Good! We got our end fixed -- men under the bridge, the sheriff's deputies from Lumberton in the woods all around good shots, too. Not an Indian will escape alive, unless they give up. About the time you get to the bridge, try to call Henry and Steve and the other leaders.

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GO QUICK! QUICK!

(THE OTHERS ARE ASTONISHED AT HENRY'S ORDER,
INGREDULOUS AS THEY SPEAK)

RHODY: WHAT?

STEVE: YOU'RE GOING TO LET HIM GO?

(WITH QUIET AUTHORITY HENRY SPEAKS)

HENRY: WE ARE GOIN' TO LET HIM GO.

(JUNE PICKS UP HIS PICTURE AND HANDS IT TO HIM.
AS HE REACHES OUT TO TOUCH HER, SHE TURNS HER
BACK. LUKE SPRINGS TOWARD SANDERS)

LUKE: GOD DAMN YOU!

HENRY: QUIET LUKE!
STAY WHERE YOU ARE.

(SLOWLY SANDERS WALKS TOWARD DOOR. IN HER
SORROW, JUNE SINGS)

JUNE: THERE'S A WIDE, WIDE RIVER,
A WIDE, WIDE RIVER,
AND THERE AIN'T NO CROSSING FOR ME.
OVER THAT WIDE, WIDE RIVER,
WIDE, WIDE RIVER,
THERE'S A LAND I'LL NEVER SEE.

(SANDERS OPENS DOOR, THEN HESITATES A MOMENT,
TURNS AND LOOKS BACK AT JUNE)

OVER THAT WIDE, WIDE RIVER,
WIDE, WIDE RIVER,
STANDS THE BRIDE I'LL NEVER BE.

SANDERS: JUNE!

JUNE: IT'S A WIDE, WIDE RIVER!
A WIDE, WIDE RIVER —
AND THERE AIN'T NO CROSSING
FOR .... ME....

(SANDERS TURNS TO FACE THE NIGHT. HE WALKS OUT.)

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Musical Numbers

<table><tbody><tr><td>1.</td><td>SONG OF THE SWAMPLAND</td><td>QUINTETTE</td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td>2.</td><td>THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A CHANGE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>7</td></tr><tr><td>3.</td><td>RECKON IT'S MY INDIAN BROTHER</td><td>HENRY</td><td>9</td></tr><tr><td>4.</td><td>THE LOWRIES AIN'T RUNNIN' AWAY</td><td>STEVE</td><td>11</td></tr><tr><td>5.</td><td>THEY NEVER TREATS US RIGHT</td><td>RHODY &amp; LUKE</td><td>15</td></tr><tr><td>6.</td><td>LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER</td><td>LUKE &amp; JUNE</td><td>17</td></tr><tr><td>7.</td><td>SOME PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD</td><td>RHODY</td><td>19</td></tr><tr><td>8.</td><td>I LOVE HIM JUST THE SAME</td><td>JUNE</td><td>20</td></tr><tr><td>9.</td><td>A GIRL NAMED JUNE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>22</td></tr><tr><td>10.</td><td>LOVE IS WONDERS</td><td>JUNE &amp; SANDERS</td><td>24</td></tr><tr><td>11.</td><td>I CAN'T THINK ANYMORE</td><td>SANDERS</td><td>28</td></tr><tr><td>12.</td><td>LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SWAMP</td><td>HENRY</td><td>31</td></tr><tr><td>13.</td><td>THERE'S A WIDE, WIDE RIVER</td><td>JUNE</td><td>35</td></tr></tbody></table>

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<table>
  <tbody>
    <tr>
      <td>1.</td>
      <td>SONG OF THE SWAMPLAND</td>
      <td>QUINTET</td>
      <td>1</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>2.</td>
      <td>THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A CHANGE</td>
      <td>SANDERS</td>
      <td>7</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>3.</td>
      <td>DON'T NEED NO MOON</td>
      <td>HENRY</td>
      <td>9</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>4.</td>
      <td>THE LOWRIES AIN'T RUNNIN' AWAY</td>
      <td>STEVE</td>
      <td>11</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>5.</td>
      <td>THEY NEVER TREATS US RIGHT</td>
      <td>RHODY &amp; LUKE</td>
      <td>15</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>6.</td>
      <td>LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER</td>
      <td>LUKE &amp; JUNE</td>
      <td>17</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>7.</td>
      <td>SOME PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD</td>
      <td>RHODY</td>
      <td>19</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>8.</td>
      <td>I LOVE HIM JUST THE SAME</td>
      <td>JUNE</td>
      <td>20</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>9.</td>
      <td>A GIRL NAMED JUNE</td>
      <td>SANDERS</td>
      <td>22</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>10.</td>
      <td>WONDERFUL ONE</td>
      <td>JUNE &amp; SANDERS</td>
      <td>24</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>11.</td>
      <td>MY MIND IS TROUBLED</td>
      <td>SANDERS</td>
      <td>28</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>12.</td>
      <td>LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SWAMP</td>
      <td>HENRY</td>
      <td>31</td>
    </tr>
    <tr>
      <td>13.</td>
      <td>THERE'S A WIDE, WIDE RIVER</td>
      <td>JUNE</td>
      <td>35</td>
    </tr>
  </tbody>
</table>

JUNE:

Eliminated

SOMETHING WARM AND TENDER
AND WONDROUS AS A FLOWER,
AND LIKE THE SUN IN SPLENDOR
AT ITS MOST GOLDEN HOUR,
YET GENTLE AS THE APRIL RAIN
IN ITS MOST GENTLE SHOWER
SEEMS TO OVERCOME ME
WHENEVER I'M NEAR YOU,
SEEMS TO MAKE THE AIR ALL MAGIC,
AND THE EARTH ALL MAGIC, TOO,
SEEMS TO START MY HEART TO BEATING
AS IT NEVER DID BEFORE,
SEEMS TO SET MY LIPS TO LONGING,
LONGING FOR YOUR KISS ONCE MORE,
SEEMS TO SAY THAT NOTHING MATTERS
BUT THE ONE THAT I ADORE-----
WONDERFUL ONE!

SANDERS:

OH, WONDERFUL ONE!

JUNE:

WONDERFUL ONE I ADORE!

SANDERS:

ADORE!

JUNE:

ADORE!

BOTH:

ADORE!

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JUNE: Oh, I'm tired!

SANDERS: Papoose, I didn't know you were here. I thought you were at home resting, didn't I tell you to get some sleep? The road to Texas isn't short. It's a hard, long road, June-girl. Go rest.

JUNE: I love you, John, for thinking about my rest -- but I couldn't keep from comin' over here for just a minute.

SANDERS: All by ourselves.

JUNE: Do something for me.

JUNE: Then tell me about that country we're a-goin' to -- that big wide open country with plenty of room for everybody, where there

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JOHN ... JOHN ... JOHN

MY LOVER'S NAME!

SANDERS: June!

SANDERS: All by ourselves.

JUNE: Do something for me.