“You've been mighty good to me,Miss Scarlett,”he said,“and me a stranger and nothin'to you all.I've caused you a heap of trouble and worry and if it's all the same to you,I'm goin'to stay here and help you all with the work till I've paid you back some for your trouble.I can't ever pay it all,'cause there ain't no payment a man can give for his life.”
So he stayed and,gradually,unobtrusively,a large part of the burden of Tara shifted from Scarlett's shoulders to the bony shoulders of Will Benteen.
It was September and time to pick the cotton.Will Benteen sat on the front steps at Scarlett's feet in the pleasant sunshine of the early autumn afternoon and his flat voice went on and on languidly about the exorbitant costs of ginning the cotton at the new gin near Fayetteville.However,he had learned that day in Fayetteville that he could cut this expense a fourth by lending the horse and wagon for two weeks to the gin owner.He had delayed closing the bargain until he discussed it with Scarlett.
She looked at the lank figure leaning against the porch column,chewing a straw.Undoubtedly,as Mammy frequently declared,Will was something the Lord had provided and Scarlett often wondered how Tara could have lived through the last few months without him.He never had much to say,never displayed any energy,never seemed to take much interest in anything that went on about him,but he knew everything about everybody at Tara.And he did things.He did them silently,patiently and competently.Though he had only one leg,he could work faster than Pork.And he could get work out of Pork,which was,to Scarlett,a marvelous thing.When the cow had the colic and the horse fell ill with a mysterious ailment which threatened to remove him permanently from them,Will sat up nights with them and saved them.That he was a shrewd trader brought him Scarlett's respect,for he could ride out in the mornings with a bushel or two of apples,sweet potatoes and other vegetables and return with seeds,lengths of cloth,flour and other necessities which she knew she could never have acquired,good trader though she was.
He had gradually slipped into the status of a member of the family and slept on a cot in the little dressing room off Gerald's room.He said nothing of leaving Tara,and Scarlett was careful not to question him,fearful that he might leave them.Sometimes,she thought that if he were anybody and had any gumption he would go home,even if he no longer had a home.But even with this thought,she would pray fervently that he would remain indefinitely.It was so convenient to have a man about the house.
She thought too,that if Carreen had the sense of a mouse she would see that Will cared for her.Scarlett would have been eternally grateful to Will,had he asked her for Carreen's hand.Of course,before the war,Will would certainly not have been an eligible suitor.He was not of the planter class at all,though he was not poor white.He was just plain Cracker,a small farmer,half-educated,prone to grammatical errors and ignorant of some of the finer manners the O'Haras were accustomed to in gentlemen.In fact,Scarlett wondered if he could be called a gentleman at all and decided that he couldn't.Melanie hotly defended him,saying that anyone who had Will's kind heart and thoughtfulness of others was of gentle birth.Scarlett knew that Ellen would have fainted at the thought of a daughter of hers marrying such a man,but now Scarlett had been by necessity forced too far away from Ellen's teaching to let that worry her.Men were scarce,girls had to marry someone and Tara had to have a man.But Carreen,deeper and deeper immersed in her prayer book and every day losing more of her touch with the world of realities,treated Will as gently as a brother and took him as much for granted as she did Pork.
“If Carreen had any sense of gratitude to me for what I've done for her,she'd marry him and not let him get away from here,”Scarlett thought indignantly.“But no,she must spend her time mooning about a silly boy who probably never gave her a serious thought.”
So Will remained at Tara,for what reason she did not know and she found his businesslike man-to-man attitude with her both pleasant and helpful.He was gravely deferential to the vague Gerald but it was to Scarlett that he turned as the real head of the house.
