:19:02
The lord bless these victuals
we done got
:19:05
and help us to be
beholden to nobody.
:19:09
Amen.
:19:14
I'm a-reckon you'll
want some salt on your pone.
:19:28
Whoa, fred.
:19:38
Get up, noah.
:19:46
Whoa.
:19:48
Howdy, pastor.
:19:49
Hi, alvin.
:19:51
I been kind of
expecting you.
:19:53
I'm right sorry
about...
:19:55
the other night.
:19:56
I...
:19:57
i reckon i done
the wrong thing.
:20:00
Oh, see that rock,
alvin?
:20:03
You been plowing
around that rock a heap of years.
:20:07
Sure have.
:20:08
Did you ever think
:20:09
when you start plowing
your furrows crooked,
:20:11
it's mighty hard
to get them straight again?
:20:14
I never thought
on it much.
:20:16
Well, it's that-a-way,
i reckon,
:20:18
with other things
besides plowing.
:20:22
Satan's got you
by the shirttail, alvin.
:20:25
Sure has.
Get up, noah.
:20:27
He's going
to yank you
:20:29
straight down
to hell.
:20:30
You are plumb right,
pastor.
:20:31
You got to make him
let loose of you before it's too late.
:20:34
I sure wish
i knowed how.
:20:35
Wrestle him
like you would a bear.
:20:37
I done wrestled him,
pastor,
:20:39
but-whoa there,
noah.
:20:41
Whoa. Whoa, noah.
:20:43
But old satan-
he hangs on tight.
:20:45
You and the lord
could throw him, alvin.
:20:47
Why, 'twixt
the two of you,
:20:48
you'd have old satan
down in a jiffy.
:20:50
I sure wish the lord
would throw in.
:20:52
He will
if you ask him.
:20:55
Oh, i done prayed,
pastor,
:20:56
till i was black
in the face.