He gave me a home.
Now here I am.
Well, from the looks of you, Mrs. Stoner,
you have a long way yet to go.

- Want some coffee?
- No.

Excuse me.
Mace, if you're ever alone
with Pop and his little boy...

...don't you turn your back on them.
- I know.

I can't decide which of us
they hate the most.

- Oh, it's you.
- I think you're right.

Mace, I ain't had a chance to tell you,
but it sure is real good to see you again.

And sometimes I think back
to how it used to be with you and me.

- You remember when...?
- Dee, that was yesterday.

Now, let's talk about today.
All right. What about today?
Now, why do you ride
with men like these?

Oh, I don't know. I just got used to it,
I guess, through the years.

You know, you begin to go one way
and keep on going that way...

...pretty soon, there's no other way.
You really believe that?
No, I guess not.