@@@@@He's done with the school 'round here this 4
@@@@@He's done with the school 'round here this month, and the
law won't make him do no more Scarlett shook her head
You can tell him or I'll do itHis daddy went to University and so
will WadeNo offense, Will, but a man can't go very far without an
educationAnd none given, but I figure you're wrongWade
can read and write and do all the calculations a farmer's ever going to
needAnd that's what he wantsFarming Tara, to put a
finger on itHe says his grandpa built Tara with no more schooling
than he's got and he don't see why he should have to be any
different
The boy's not like me, ScarlettHell, I can't hardly do more than
write my name
He had four years at the fancy school you had him at in Atlanta and
three more here in the schoolhouse and on the landHe knows all a
country boy needs to knowThat's what he is, Scarlett, a country boy,
and he's happy at itI'd hate to see you mess him upWho did Will Benteen think he was talking to?
She was Wade's mother, she knew what was best for him"Long as
you've
got your dander up, I might as well finish what I've got to say," Will
continued in his slow Cracker drawlHe looked directly ahead at the
dusty red road"They showed me the new papers about Tara over to
the
County Court HouseSeems like you done got hold of Carreen's
share
I don't know what your thinking is, Scarlett, and I ain't askingBut
I'm telling you thisIf anybody comes up the road flapping something
legal at me 'bout taking Tara, I plan to meet 'em at the end of the
drive with a shotgun in my hand
"Will, I swear on a stack of Bibles, I'm not planning to do anything to
