JANE
Maybe we wouldn't—you bein' white and we bein' black.
CARTER
I didn't mean it like that. You know we've been neighbors for years and never had no kind o trouble. I mean if your boy Joe had 'a' been white and you all had 'a' been white
JANE
If our boy Joe had 'a' been white, we'd 'a' been white anyhow.
CARTER
I know you would, and that's what I'm sayin'. If you'-all had 'a'been white, you couldn't 'a' got nothin' by goin' to law cause it wasn't nothin' but a accident out and out. When I shot up in that tree I didn't have no idea Joe was up there.
JANE
You didn't have to shoot.
CARTER
I told you a hundred times, Jane, I done it to scare the boys. I told 'em to keep out o'my orchard, and when I seen a gang of 'em there, pickin' up apples under that tree, I got my gun and shot up in the tree to scare 'em. God knows I didn't know nobody was up there till Joe fell. I didn't know he was up there shakin' apples down.
JANE
That accident killed a lot o' hope in me. Ma man, Jim, took that hund'ed dollars and soon drunk hisself to death and that's two o' ma men-folks gone on account o' you.
CARTER
Nobody felt it more than I did, Jane, unless it was you. And I hope you ain't harborin' no bad feelin's.
