Guess I'll trail 'long with you for a spell. You gotta cross Tennessee to git to Kaintuck." "Goin' home, Will?" "Guess so. Heard tell as how they burned out m' old man. Dunno, that theah's sure hard-scrabble ground; we never did make us a good crop on it. Maybe so, we'll try somewheah's else now. Sorta got me an itchin' foot. Maybe won't tie down anywheah for a spell." "What about you, Injun?"