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Out here in the middle of the field?

Seems appropriate.

Well, it's not.

Can I just go on?

I don't care for you to be here.

I think...

I don't care what you think.

You don't seem to care what anybody thinks but yourself.

Go away.

So, what are we doing in the spring,

we just plow around him?

You can kiss my ass for all I care, Jesse.

I don't think this is funny, it's disrespectful.

He deserves a proper burial in a proper place.

I'm putting him here Jesse, in the earth,

right here, right now, you don't like it,

you can take a flying leap.

What do you want?

You want to put him up in that

columbarium at Prospect United Methodist?

Maybe we go visit him once a week or month,

bring him some flowers that will

just die and wilt in front of him?

It's the way it's done, with a ceremony.

From Pastor Goodwin, not that new girl.

This is his place, here with us,

with his two kids on his farm where he spent his life.

This is where he should be for eternity.

Tracy.

Come on.

Go.

Whoa, whoa, no, no, no.

Come on now.

It may get spilled.

You're all riled up.

- Stop it. - Come on, I'm serious.

I'm serious!

Stop, stop it.

- Come on. - Give it.

Doing this.

Got no grip left at all.

I'm going to Costco later, you need some glucosamine?

You wanna say something?

What are you gonna do with yourself now?

Say a prayer or something?

Without him to take care of all the time?

Why would you ask me that now?

I just thought maybe you'd

consider a vacation or something.

You know what?

You go if you want, you rent that house

or condo you've been talking about.

Me, I don't want to, I've got things to do.

You wouldn't have to go to the lake, you could travel anywhere now.

Good golly you're so mean.

I'm not mean.

Asking me that right now.

I'm concerned, you know I'm not mean.

I think you'd be tired and want to get away.

Dad, God.

Man.

I mean?

I am sick and tired.

I hate this farm.

No you don't, it's the grief talking.

Heavenly Father, please accept your son in Christ,

Edward James Ledbetter, to your bosom.

He's passed from us, but his veil of suffering

and his long battle with the cancer is finally over

and we're grateful that he's no longer in pain.

We pray that he knows, Tracy and I,

that he knows his family will be taken care of and fine.

Jesus' name,

amen.

_ Qkay. - Okay-

Why didn't you call him Bud?

I called him by his Christian name.

What, you don't think Jesus knows him as Bud?

You going to mark it?

I know where he is.

An unmarked grave.

What?

- Tracy. - What?

Listen.

We'll leave him for the winter and then in the spring

we put him in that old graveyard.

What, out in the woods?

It's not our people.

It's sanctified.

You don't think the field is healthy?

I'll tell you what, I'll think about it.

Moving Daddy.

You hungry?

It's getting colder.

What, what are you doing?

Well I dunno.

Are they deer hunters?

Well they can't just waltz

onto our land and camp out like this.

Well I don't see any guns.

Wake them up.

They're old.

Think they're friends of Daddy's?

Hey!

Hey!

You need to get up now.

Help him.

Here you go.

' Okay, I got it.

Yeah. Whoa, whoa, hold on there.

No, no, no. No, I don't, no, I wasn't going to.

We excuse me, we're so sorry.

You see our car,

! bet this looks kinda odd.

He came up at me with a fucking gun.

Sorry, he's been.

What?

Where's our house?

Tom, be still.

So you were saying something about your car?

Yeah, it stopped running over where the

cut off through the woods, you know, late last night.

Really?

So you hiked here?

Hi, Hans Triggerston.

How's that?

Hans, and these are my two brothers.

Charles.

And Tom.

Hi sir.

Bastard.

It's the stroke.

Tom, be nice.

Well I'm Jesse Ledbetter and this is my sister Tracy.

This is our farm.

I know where we are now.

So where you all headed?

Here.

This is private property.

No, we know that.

Are you here to pay respects?

Did you hear about our Daddy?

Bud Led better?

Yes sir, yes sir, he passed away one week ago today.

My God, no, we can go.

Yeah, we didn't have a formal service,

we had just a family remembrance.

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you,

that you were, that you knew,

I didn't mean to be, you wanna come in?

How did you know our daddy, if I may ask?

Do you remember our late Papa at all?

Are you all from around here?

What'd you say your name was?

Triggerston.

Wow, you're the family in the graveyard.

Yes, sure,

we bought the place from Charlie Triggerston.

I sure do remember him, I must have only been

about five or six years old but I remember

first time my daddy brought me out here

because that was the first time I ever saw,

well I remember your father.

Crying-

- And you say he's passed now too?

I'm sorry to hear that.

You must be the three boys from that day.

- Yeah. - Good grief,

what was that, 50 years ago?

49,

49 years, man, yeah.

Tracy, you weren't even with us yet, you came right after.

You all wanna come inside and warm up?

- No. - Yeah, we're fine.

We can help you get your stuff.

No, we can leave it right here, it'll be just fine right here.

Sure, you want to see your old home?

When was the last time you were around here?

It's 16 or so, we haven't been back since, none of us.

'Till now, so we wouldn't mind walking around a bit.

Well be our guest.

Sure, used to be yours.

Yeah, okay, appreciate it.

- You need help? - No, we're good.

We're self-contained.

- Change anything. - Well.

Have you added on at all?

Nope, no.

Still the same 50 acres Daddy bought from y'all.

Still small, still got tobacco.

And we rotate corn and soy.

Wouldn't consider selling it back, would you?

What about your things?

They're fine out there.

It's a little untidy, there's only so much to do,

got our hands full. I know,

growing tobacco is a big job.

Well, small farms don't make much sense anymore,

but we're still here.