Skylark1993

Sarah Witting:
Leaving? [Maggie climbs out of wagon and they go out to field behind the wagon] I hate this land.

Maggie:
[Wiping eyes, voice breaking] Sarah.

Sarah Witting:
No, I mean it. I don't have to love it like Jacob. Like Matthew. They give it everything. Everything, and it betrays them. [Voice cracks] It gives them nothing back. You know Jacob once told me his name is written in this land, well, mine isn't. IT isn't.

Maggie:
They don't know anywhere else. You know, you are like the prairie lark. It sings from high in the air to tell the other birds it's there, and then it drops to earth. But you have not come to earth, Sarah. You don't have to love this land, but if you don't you won't survive. Jacob IS right. You have to write your name in it to live here. [Sarah walks away upset]